He encourages her to try it on

“I don’t know, I mean, I don’t…” Felicity pauses, glancing around to make sure no one is close enough to hear her as she whispers, “you know, anything on underneath.” She can feel her cheeks redden as she remind him of the fact he still has her thong in his possession.

“And?” he queries, as if he can’t comprehend why that would affect her wanting to try on a see-through dress. “Go on, the changing rooms look free, you’ll be fine. Just to see if it fits you” he continues, his smile as he says it making it more than obvious he is again enjoying the young girl’s discomfort at the suggestion.

“Are you sure about the dress though, what would I wear it with?” Felicity ponders as she gives it another look. "It is nice though isn't it, I mean, I suppose with the right outfit underneath?"

“Oh I'd hope you would wear as little as possible under that” he tells her, his smile wide on his face as if already imagining her in it. She smiles at his suggestion, more confirmation that beneath his casualness and relaxed manner since they arrived, he still clearly has her body very much in his thoughts.

“Ok, if you’re sure” Felicity declares out loud, more to convince herself than anything else, and dress in hand, strides towards the changing rooms at the back of the shop.

“Good choice” a female voice pipes up as Felicity is about to step through the entrance to the changing rooms, making her stop and look around. “You’ll look great in that dress with your figure” the girl continues as Felicity notices her kneeling down tidying up some shelves. “If you need anything just shout.”

“Thanks, think I’ll be fine” Felicity informs her, feeling more confident in her choice of dress now she’s had further confirmation about it from someone working here, someone more her age as well. Stepping into the changing rooms she is relieved to find the space empty and so slips into one of the small cubicles, closing the curtain fully just in case someone did come in after her.

She again looks at the mesh dress in her hands, shaking her head at it as if in disbelief she is even considering such an outfit, but then reminds herself that he did seem to like the idea of her in it, and that maybe it will only ever be him who sees her in it anyway. Before she can change her mind, she peels off her current dress, letting it fall around her feet, leaving her instantly naked, a reminder of how daring she has already been today.

Taking the mesh dress, she slides it over her head, wiggling her arms into it and smoothing it down, deliberately not looking at her reflection in the mirror on the wall until the dress is fully on. Only then does she glance again in the mirror, shocked as she sees herself, her body on full display through the dress, nothing left to the imagination; firm young breasts, smooth pussy, everything visible through the soft mesh of it.

“How’s it look?” she hears him call out from just the other side of the curtain, surprising her that he has come into the changing rooms, wondering if the girl outside has seen him do so.