Emma

I was walking into the dressing room, she was walking out, wearing an evening maxi dress, no bra. It looked like she was coming out to look for someone but they weren't there. I saw her looking breathtakingly beautiful and said, "Wow, you look amazing in that dress!" She smiled and blushed a little. She asked is she really did look good. I said, "Turn around slowly, show me the dress." She did, turning full circle to me. My eyes lingered on her body, slowly rising to meet hers. I gave a faint smile, a knowing smile, and she smiled back. "It really does look incredible. I would buy it if I were you." She thanked me, then said, "Sorry to be annoying, but do you mind unzipping the back for me?" I laughed, saying, "Of course not." I followed her into the cubicle and shut the door. She turned away from me and I slowly unzipped the dress. As I did, my finger slowly traced the gentle curve of her back. "All done," I said. She grabbed a pen from her bag while holding the front of the dress in place and grabbed my hand. She wrote her mobile number on it. "Just in case," she said. I turned and left the dressing room.

That's how I met Emma. I am eager to meet Emma again, in a more private setting.