More teasing, obviously

"...I wanna try a dress? Any reccomendations?"

You pull back and giggle, and Oliver leads you to the sundress section, guessing correctly that your priority is looking good and not covering up. You think about trying something in denim, but eventually settle on a blue, flowery number that ties around your neck, and shows most of your back again. It buttons up the front, and the skirt goes down to about the middle of your thighs.

While it'll cover up more then your last outfit did, you plan on adding something else to make it more exciting for your crowd, and you grab it off the rack, and again take it to the changing room with a hop in your step. You repeat the same process as last time, placing your last outfit on its hangers, and drape them over the door.

"Keep those around, Oliver, I will probably buy those." you say as he takes them away behind the door. As he does that, you slip your panties down your legs, but make sure they don't hit the floor in visible range of the door - some things, you want to be a surprise, and you sip on the dress.

Although it does cover you up, the material is very flimsy, and while it's light, the ties on the neck are the only thing keeping it on you, and as you do the knot behind your neck, and do up all of the buttons, which still exposes a lot of your cleavage. You take a quick glance in the mirror before opening the stall door again, and walking out.

It becomes apparent that the dress is much more revealing then you thought it was, as in the right light, it's almost transparent. Oliver and your one onlooker simply gape at you as you walk out, and you hold your hand to your lips in shock.

"Is this nightwear? I'm sorry...I shouldn't be out here in this..." Oliver steps away to let you take your normal position in front of the mirror, but he's not looking away. "...it's almost too flimsy."

"No, I think it's just right." That wasn't Oliver, but your one fan, who apparently had lost his friend, and he steps in front of the peckish salesman. "I'm Timmy."

"Joy." You extend your hand to him, and he takes it. "Do you think I could honestly wear this in public?"

"Why not?" He asks, stepping beside you. "You look hot."

"That's not everything, though." You gaze into the mirror, and see him besides you, and the reflections are contrasting - Timmy doing everything he can to cover up, and then some, whereas you are in the store wearing only this dress. "I can't wear underwear with this - it's visible through the material..."

"So?" He asks putting his hands on your shoulders possessively, staying to your left. "Some girls don't need to be covered up."

"It's so flimsy, though...." you finger the neck straps idly. "It almost feels like if this knot came undone, that the dress would just fall off of me..." You lean back into him slightly, and his hands move down your bare shoulders, your sides, down to your thighs, as Oliver looks on in wonder at him molesting you, and he responds as his hands move back up your dress, pulling your skirt up slightly as he does, almost above your ass and pussy....

"I think it'd be fine." His hands have finished their journey up the sides of your body to your neck, and you feel his fingers at the tenuous knot behind your neck, and that he's likely about to undo it.

You know what'll happen if he undoes the knot...the dress will fall off of you unless you do something. The question is, do you want to do something...should you...and will he let you?

The knot comes undone, and as the dress starts falling you...