"Mmmmm, wouldn't that be nice?" she sighed, letting a palm slide down her belly. She wasn't as flat-tummied as Annie. But her stomach had a plush, rounded shape to it that was firm underneath. Her navel was deep too and she pushed in the black silk where she knew the depression to be. Then her fingers dropped further until she could feel the crisp curls of her mound beneath the black satin gown. Her cunt gave off a steady heat. The lightest brush made shivers of pleasure go up and down her body.

Brenda tossed her long blond hair, noticing as she twirled again that it reached to the small of her back. Men liked long hair, didn't they? But she'd never let a man see hers like this. She wondered what a male would say to her if he saw the beauty of her golden locks. They certainly didn't waste time telling Annie how pretty she was. And Annie's brown hair reached only a little ways past her shoulders.

Brenda went to the big brass bed, the only one in the shop with a mattress. She rubbed herself against the rounded bedposts, loving the way it made her feel. She wrapped her legs around the cold metal, feeling it warm slowly as her blood pounded with ever-increasing excitement.

With her mound against the foot rail, she straddled it and gently began to pump her cunt against the rounded surface. The black gown was getting damp as it was pushed up between her plump, slick labia. But she could hide it and take it home to wash it later. Her father would never know she'd had an erotic adventure with it.

"Ohhhhh," she sighed, feeling the friction more intensely now. Her ass cheeks quivered and tightened as she let more of her weight down on the metal bar that ran across the foot of the bed. "Uhhh! Uhhhnnn! Uhhhhhhh!" she moaned, her hips plunging frantically as she felt the beginning of that tickle. The tickle which she would nurture and tease along until she was out of her mind with it.