My hands slid over Emily's tight red one-piece, fingers brushing the fabric as I found the knot holding it together.
I tugged at it slow, undoing it with a gentle pull, letting my hands slip inside to graze her bare skin.
She let out a soft moan—"Ahm…"
—her body reacting to the touch, a little shiver running through her as I worked the dress loose. I turned her around so she faced her husband, her face to the crowd, her ass pressing right up against my groin.
I leaned in close, my lips brushing her ear as I whispered,
"So, what's your name, sweetheart?" My voice was low, teasing, my breath warm against her skin.
She giggled, wiggling her ass against me on purpose, the friction sparking heat between us.
"It's Emily," she said, her tone playful as she glanced back at me over her shoulder, her dark hair falling loose around her face.