Fashion models

My girlfriend Ivette and I model clothes for a living. We like the work because we like beauty and fabric, but the real fun comes afterward in the fitting room. Velvet clings then drops. Silk slides over skin. We stand inches from the mirror, half dressed and watching what the clothes do to each other. A zipper opens at the back and fingers follow it down the length of the spine. One of us sucks in a slow breath; the mirror fogs. Panties land on the carpet like dropped petals. Later, when the lights outside are bright again, there is the quiet taste of sweat between us and the faint mark of lipstick on a collarbone that still feels warm.