Not quite yet, he wants some more dress options

“Oh I don’t know, I think she looks delightful just like that” he tells the shop worker with a friendly smile, “but yes, maybe it’s not quite suitable to wear out like that. We better get you some lingerie hadn’t we young lady.”

Felicity can only nod agreement, still feeling so exposed as she stands in the middle of the shop where anyone coming in might see her in her almost naked state. She desperately wants to get back into the changing room and back into her dress, but at the same time, she wants to show him how good she can be by remaining just where she is.

“So, what else would you recommend?” he asks the woman, “something to bring out her natural beauty?” he adds, making Felicity glow inside at the comment. The woman seems to ponder the question for a moment before holding up a finger to indicate for them to wait there, and quickly wanders away.

Felicity remains rooted to the spot, constantly watching the main doors into the store, scared someone will come in, and worse, someone she might know. But before that happens the woman returns with what to Felicity looks at least half a dozen hangers.

“A nice selection, although maybe nothing quite as daring as that dress” she declares as she holds out the clothes to Felicity to take. “Why don’t you go and try these on hun.” Felicity looks to him, as if for permission and he gives her a nod of consent, much to her relief.

Back in the safety of the changing room cubicle, she gives herself another long look in this see through dress, smiling as she remembers him saying how lovely she looked in it. A moment later the dress is back on the hanger and she is looking through the selection that the woman has given her, overjoyed at the choices the woman has made, wondering how on earth she is going to select just one.

Slipping the first dress over her head and smoothing it down, she quickly heads back out to find him chatting with the shop assistant. Both turn as she reappears, and Felicity is greeted with smiles and nods of approval.

“Just so many lovely dresses, I don’t know how to choose which one I want though” she tells them almost in disappointment that she will have to do so.

“Just try them all on and we can decide from there can’t we” he assures her even as she is heading back to slip into the next dress, and head out to give them a twirl. Half a dozen dresses later and she finds herself back in her original dress, looking at the selection all hanging up in the changing rooms, trying hard to pick her favourite.

“So still can’t decide?” he asks as he steps into the changing rooms with her. “Why not just get them all then?” She turns to him, mouth hanging open as she tries to think what to say, to tell him that she couldn’t ask him to buy them all, that it really is too much, but he simply puts his finger up to her lips to stop her protests. “It’s ok, it just means we’ll have to spend at least…” he stops to count the dresses… “at least seven more days together. Which feels like it will be very worth it to me.”

She can’t think what to say, instead she steps towards him and eases herself up on her toes so she can bring her lips to his, planting a kiss on him. As she does, she feels his hand circle around her, holding her, fingers easing down to caress her ass even as they kiss.

“Thank you” she whispers, finally stepping back again, trying to imagine what another seven days with this man might be like, and just what else he might make her do.