Caught In The Closet

Karen froze momentarily.

“It’s ok, I suppose it’s all been seen before. We all had to model for art class.” Pause. “You might as well help tug the damn thing down.”

In those few seconds without her eyesight, it seemed like all her other senses were sharpened.

“My pleasure.”

She heard the delightful timbre of his voice, the sound of his moving across the carpet. She felt the heat of his body as she stood behind her. She smelt his soap.

His swift intake of breath was clear when, she thought, he realised she wasn’t wearing anything beneath the t-shirt.

He tugged on it one, two, three times and said, “There you go, Miss Fox.”

She turned and smiled as he stepped back. “Thank you.”

His wicked smile came out briefly. “Anytime.” Pause. “Karen, there’s something you may not be aware of-”

He was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Jay!” Sanders yelled.

“You might want to put shorts on today,” Jay said heading out of the dressing room, still in a towel.