Dahlia hesitated before she turned around, her breath hitching as she felt one of his hands resting on her shoulder as the other slowly unzipped the dress.
Was he deliberately teasing her? Or maybe the zip was stuck? Oh god, had she really gone up a size?
She bit her lower lip as she heard his own breathing hitch, the zip fully undone. Thank god she was wearing a turtleneck under the dress, she wasn't prepared to be completely exposed to some stranger.
"Thanks." She whispered, turning back to face him. Their closeness caused her to let a shaky breath slip past her lips. "I'll, uh, go shower." She couldn't find herself stepping away, almost like Foster was some kind of magnet.
"Yeah." His slightly raspy voice danced through the air, the power he held just by simply speaking amazed Dahlia.
"Yeah." She repeated his word, noticing as he also seemed to struggle with separating the closeness. Her eyes drifted to his lips and then back to his eyes, their very prominent height difference causing her to crane her neck slightly to look up at him.
Noticing as Foster started to inch closer, his hands gently brushing against her face as he ran his hands through her hair. Suddenly, she realised how unready she was to do anything with him. She backed away, laughing nervously, "I'm gonna shower." She continued backing away, bumping into the wall. Laughing a little, she didn't notice as the dress started to slip a little more, the straps just about coming off her arms.
Foster inhaled in a sharp breath, rubbing his temple a little, "Yeah, no worries. I'll, uh, be outside." His eyes fell on the straps, all he wanted to was tear the dress off her - but he couldn't.
He masked his frustration well, rubbing his thighs after he left the room. "Fucking christ." He muttered, what was wrong with him? He could handle any girl, and pull any girl. Why was he so flustered about her?
Dahlia let out a sigh of relief as she heard the door shut. She slid the dress off, watching as it dropped to the floor. She gently pulled the turtle neck off her body, leaving her in her underwear. She glanced at the door, nervously undoing her bra. After removing both of the black laced undergarments, she placed them on a pile with the rest of her clothes.
Turning the knob of the shower, she flinched at the freezing water that hit her exposed skin. She fiddled with the tap a little, why did no one ever tell you how to use their shower? Finally, hot water started to come from the shower head, causing her to purse her lips in satisfaction.
She closed her eyes as she felt the warmth wash over her face, her hands flicking water away every so often. A sudden flash of body's against each other filled her mind, however, she didn't open her eyes as she let the flashes evolve into a small imagination.
She craned her neck back as she felt invisible hands caressing her chest, her hands moved up to her chest, squeezing at her cleavage as she replaced the invisible ones with her own.
The water flowed down her body, the crimson lighting casting a shadow of the woman's silhouette against the wall. Her body was somewhat of a small pear shape, or more so a slight hourglass, her hips, thighs and rear had a little more flesh and her waist was narrower than any other part of her body. Her chest was supple - a simple c cup.
Despite her body, Dahlia had horrible insecurities - that voice in her head always told her that wasn't her real body, that there was no way she looked like that. She was never good enough in her own eyes.
One of her hands drifted down her body, hovering above her mound as water ran down her skin. She frowned as she started to feel detached, like she was lightheaded and not her own being. She remained frozen in place as she disassociated, her eyes flickering open - seemingly not affected by the water that ran past them, droplets of water catching themselves on her eyelashes.
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disclaimer:
if you experience disassociation differently that's ok, this is just based around my own experiences with disassociating - don't come for me 😔
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