Cyndi was so ready to get married, and Roger was such a sweet guy, such a kind and considerate lover. As a sort of pre-wedding present he’d given her a gift certificate to Private Fitting, a specialty boutique of the highest end, as Roger had put it before kissing her sweetly in the shop’s vestibule. “Pick you up in an hour—is that enough?” and then he went off and she went in.

A slender Asian woman of perhaps Cyndi’s age took Cyndi’s coat and asked what they could do for her. “Something for my wedding night?” Cyndi replied with hesitation. “It’s next week and—and—and...”

The woman smiled. “Don’t worry. I have what you need.” She took Cyndi’s hand and led her to a dressing room. She pulled the curtain most of the way closed.

“I was thinking—” Cyndi started to say, but the woman put her finger to Cyndi’s lips. “Don’t worry,” she said, and she began undressing Cyndi. The woman’s fingers were gentle and knowing. In very little time Cyndi was standing naked, staring at herself in the mirrors. She couldn’t help but notice that the Asian woman was now removing her own clothing. A moment later the woman was standing behind Cyndi, wearing only a pair of black leather boots. “If you’ll just raise your arms a little,” the woman said.

As if in a trance, Cyndi let her arms rise. The woman’s hands glided to Cyndi’s breasts. Cyndi took a deep breath. She’d never been touched like this before. So gentle. So sure. So—erotic. The caresses continued. It was peaceful but also exciting. The woman’s breath whispered behind her ears, upon the nape of her neck, down her spine. The woman’s breasts grazed her back. Her pubis brushed Cyndi’s quivering bottom. Those gentle, knowing hands continued to caress Cyndi’s breasts. Her nipples had never been so erect. She tingled there and everywhere. Moisture gathered in Cyndi’s vulva and overflowed, a rivulet of the rich, sexual seep trickling with tantalizing slowness down her inner thigh. Her lips parted. She moaned. The Asian woman’s slender hands went to Cyndi’s mound. The middle finger found the moist crease, the erect clitoris, the succulent cunt.

Upon penetration, Cyndi came immediately. The orgasm was intense and endless.

An hour later, skin still flushed, Cyndi met Roger in the vestibule. “How did it go?” he asked. “Did you find what you need?”

Cyndi nodded. Roger, sweet guy that he was, took the news that they wouldn’t be getting married without excessive fuss or fury.