Shop for some new outfits

She left the dining room, only a bit stuffed from the fine chocolate mousse that she managed to finish off after a hearty and lovely meal. She strolled contently down the paths towards the shopping plaza and she is somewhat surprised to not encounter anyone along the way but figured there must be some sort of event that she missed on the schedule. She reached the clothing shops, only to find them closed. She ambled along, burning some calories as she window shopped. She found herself lingering at the outfits that were much more sexy then what she usually wore. She spent quite a bit of time admiring a skirt outfit that showed a dramatic amount of cleavage and barely fell below the ass and when she found herself thinking that she could pull off that outfit, she stopped and shook her head and shoulders vigorously like she could shake out that foreign thought. But the next shop was a lingerie store with a mannequin in the window that had a body very similar to her own in a navy blue and black two piece that left very little to the imagination. She knew her dark areola and firm nipples would definitely be visible in that outfit and found herself getting wet at the thought of her sky high lover admiring her in that outfit...

"It is too bad they are not open, because I would very much like to see you in that," a masculine Latin voice whispered into her ear, causing Carol to jump and pull away, spinning on her heels in his direction. Her hand is raised in a slap but when he raised his hands in mock surrender and smiles coyly at her, she found herself lowering her hand.

"May I ask your name?" the gentleman asked.

Several of her usual snide remarks came to mind and faded right back out again, none of them seem right at the moment. As he gazed at her with a chuckle in his eyes, she settled on a simple blunt, "Carol".

The man laughed and as Carol was about give him a piece of her mind he raised his hands in a truce gesture and said with a chuckle, "I'm usually embarrassed to tell people my name. It's so stereotypical. But somehow introducing myself as Carlos to a Carol seems even more humorous."

"Yeah, I guess," Carol responded with a nervous pity laugh.

"It's too bad about your necklace," Carlos said with a resigned sigh and gestured towards her neck and wrist with the bracelet.

She looked down at it with confusion. "It's the same as everyone else's here. I think it looks nice on me. The colors are maybe not what I would choose, but they're okay."

Carlos looked at her with his eyebrow raised. After what looked like a moment of calculation, he responded cagily, "I'm not a fan of the red."

"Yeah, I think green would look better," Carol replied, trying to figure out why Carlos seemed to be hiding something.

"I most definitely agree," he agreed with a mischievous smirk. As Carol struggled with a way to call him out on her suspicions, he gestured in the direction of the ocean. "Perhaps we can walk for a bit. I know a nice spot to enjoy the view at this time of day."

Carol eyed him for a moment but then turned in the direction he indicated. Carlos fell in next to her, letting her set the pace as they made small talk about their careers. As they walked, Carol found herself evaluating his body. He is certainly not a Latin god, but he's not fat or anything, she though. Not bad looking really... Carol what are you doing?!

As they started to get close enough to the beach that they could hear the surf crashing, she noticed something odd: the stones in her necklace and bracelet had turned green.

"Ah good," Carlos commented as he noticed. "There's a bench just ahead, I was thinking it would be good for you to give me a blowjob."