Juniper had her side to me, hands hovering about the hems of her panties. She’d seen herself in the glass of my cabinet, and the glowing red of her bottom had embarrassed her. Confused, she turned to face me, panties still around her lower thighs. Her face flamed redder, once she’d forgot the warm ache in her bottom for long enough to realize the vision she was presenting me with.
Her eyes asked me the question. I said, “Yes, you can pull your panties up now, Juniper. And let your skirt down. It’s over, girl. For now.”
I’m going to have to cut here, though. This has been published and my publishers don’t want free competition from me. You can read it here.