Sasha was having an amazing day. By most standards, it was just a typical shopping day, but to her, it was super fun. She loved wondering around from store to store, picking out the cutest styles possible, getting new makeup or candles or any of the other things she enjoyed. Lucky for her, she married into wealth, meaning she never had to worry about spending too much again.
"Alright alright no worries, I promise I'll only take a sec honey." She laughed at the employee who was getting very annoyed with Sasha. Sasha payed her no mind. It wasn't her fault that girl chose to work for minimum wage. She entered the changing room happily, but her mood quickly changed as she nearly tripped on a bulky old thing which sat on the floor.
"Ooop." She silently muttered, catching herself just before she kicked the object. Upon closer inspection, she grew curious. It looked like a polaroid camera, but why was it abandoned in some changing room. A second later however Sasha no longer cared, as she spotted something much more exciting on the floor. She carelessly plopped the clothes she was carrying onto the bench and then the camera on that.
"Oh now these are cute." She whispered, picking up the black and pink bra. "O. M. G. It's Raqilia! That brand is like, SO rare." She thought happily. After checking the size, she was elated to see that they would fit her. Nearing double D, it was often hard to find good bras that also fit, and even harder to find legging with an ass like hers. She took off her own bra, examining her large breasts. She rubbed her Areolae as her own bra was quite tight. Though she accidentally was turning herself on.
"Ay, focus Sash." She muttered to herself, while dreaming of getting some dick later.
After a few minutes, she was now wearing nothing but the pants and bra, posing for the mirror.
"Damn girl, I'd marry you too." She laughed, looking herself over.
Her dark ebony skin paired well with the darker tones of the clothing. She tried to imagine going on a run through the park. She'd have to wear a scrunchy to keep her curls up and to stop them from bouncing. She'd mostly be able to keep the bouncing of the rest of her body to a minimum, though that was always difficult.
"Ah well, I'll just have to run with Pete." She thought. "My big, hunky man will keep those eyes from prying."
Sasha was about to go and remove the clothing when she paused, seeing the polaroid sitting there. She recalled her initial confusion, and wondered what exactly that was doing in here. She guessed someone must've been taking their own steamy pics... but could she do the same?
"I should probably return it." She mumbled, but proceeded to lift the camera up regardless.
"Maybe a pic or two wouldn't hurt." She thought, readying the camera...