EXTRACT FOR
Amber's Fetish
(Ginny Watson)

"Zip me up first," Amber replied then turned to reveal her naked back, the zip nestling against the crack of her ass. "Then we can start pinning it until it fits my curves."

No panties! Lance peeped down inside the gaping dress at the firm round buttocks that were clearly on display before reaching forward, his fingertips brushing against her skin and eliciting a small flinch and gasp.

"Sorry." he said quietly.

"Cold fingers," she replied, "But don't worry about that, just zip me up Lance."

"Waist first," Amber grasped a handful of loose fabric in either hand. "Fold it over and pin it tight, this thing makes me look so fat."

The first pins slipped through the violently orange fabric, then switching sides he folded and pinned again, his hands pressing against her dainty waist, suddenly realising that she was a truly wonderful shape.

"Now, the girl who had this before me was massive up top," Amber chuckled, "I'm not half as big so we need to adjust it to suit my bust. I think the best way will be if you fold it just like you did around my waist, pin it under my breasts, then pin it directly on top of them, I want it to emphasis what I've got."

"Are you sure you're comfortable with this?" lance asked, the smallest of nervous tremors in his voice.

"Why wouldn't I be comfortable?" she giggled, "Now come on, let's get this thing fitting."

Lance knew he was trembling as his fingers fiddled with the stiff fabric moulding it to the curve of her under boob, Amber had closed her eyes and appeared to be holding her breath.

Smaller pins for this job he told himself, a pair of large safety pins had quickly secured her waist, but around her boobs required refinement.

The first pin slid through the material with difficulty. "Damn it's tough." he whispered.

Amber opened her eyes and smiled. "Don't worry about pricking me, I'm used to it, every time I get a fitting I get stabbed a couple of times."

Lance swallowed hard as she closed her eyes again, the smile remaining on her lips.

Damn, I can't do that! A small voice in his head scolded him as the second pin began to ease deeper. I can't do it deliberately!

Amber gasped, her lips parting slightly as a wicked spirit forced Lance's hand to slip, the pin had clearly passed through the skin of her breast.

"Sorry, did I prick you?" he asked quietly, fully aware that the metal was still buried in her flesh.

"It's fine," Amber replied without opening her eyes, "It only hurt for a second."

You are an evil bastard Lance he told himself as he eased the pin slowly deeper savouring her small wince.

"That's below the bust done," he said quietly as he began to pinch together a fold of fabric that he knew was directly on top of her nipple. "Now I'll pin it into shape here, though it might be a bit tight getting the pins through."

Amber opened her eyes and looked down at his fingers, then smiled and nodded.

She knows he told himself. Between his fingers wasn't just orange fabric, he felt flesh, firm flesh.

"I'm going to pin it now," he mumbled as he rested a long and very sharp pin alongside the tips of his fingers, "Keep still!"

"I will," she whispered, then gasped, her body shuddering slightly. "It's okay Lance." she added.

Lance felt his erection about to rip through his boxers as the sharp pin passed right through his sexy roommate's nipple, she had winced and shuddered, but in the next breath she had told him that everything was fine. 

Right through it he gasped silently as the point emerged.