A cupped hand reached out and touched my leggings from behind. Where they stretched across my butt. The hand cupped my butt. And I was surprised. Pleasantly.

She said, "How do you keep this so tight?"

"I take steps two at a time. Every time."

She liked that answer. I could tell.

Without further pause, we women continued to undress, changing out of our costumes and into our street clothes from the cramped confines of the female's dressing room, thick with perfumes, tissue and summer fabric.

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