A short while later, the bus arrived at the mall and Scarlet gingerly walked to the plaza on her five-inch heels.
"Boys clothes first," she muttered, then saw a trendy clothes shop that sold clothes for both sexes. She quickly browsed the racks, grabbed a shirt and jeans that were in Jon's size.
"I doubt they'll let me try on the underwear," she mused, "but that can wait."
As she headed towards the changing rooms, Scarlet was distracted by a beautiful blue satin mini-dress, covered in sequins.
"You would look spectacular in that," the male sales assistant approached her.
"Oh, I couldn't," Scarlet stammered in surprise. "Thank you, but I couldn't-"
"You can," the smooth-talking assistant assured her, "and you'd look stunning. Why not try it on? No harm in that, right?"
"Right," despite her scepticism and her awkward embarrassment, Scarlet couldn't help but feel flattered by the man's compliments. "I'll er, I'll just take one then shall I-?"
"This is your size, I believe," the assistant snatched a dress off the rack and handed it to Scarlet.
"How did you-?"
"It's my job," he winked, "and my pleasure."
"Right ," Scarlet blushed deeply. She decided to get away from this guy as fast as her heels could carry her and give the unfamiliar equipment between her legs some time to calm down. "I'll just go then."
"See you soon," the guy smiled.
Scarlet entered the confined cubicle and put the clothing aside. She eyed herself in the mirror and suddenly had a wicked idea.
"Alone at last," she said to her reflection, "just the two of us."
Slowly, Scarlet pulled the strap of her dress across her shoulder.
"You like to tease, don't you?" she winked at herself, as her other hand pushed through her dress and between her legs. "Go on, take it slow."
She pushed the strap off her other shoulder as her probing fingers caused her to moan with surprise and pleasure. With an accomplished wiggle of her hips, Scarlet's dress fell to her feet. Scarlet gasped at her beautiful body, clad only in lace red bra, panties and short stockings "“ and of course those stiletto heels.
"My, you're a big girl," Scarlet cooed at her reflection, as she coyly undid her front-fastening bra.
"How did you get so," Scarlet gasped as the bra opened and the full weight of her breasts fell into her hands, "big?"
She tenderly pressed her chest up to the mirror. The cold glass titillated as it squashed her boobs and their images into matching, pleasingly round shapes. Her hands eagerly returned to her moist snatch as she leaned shoulder-to-shoulder against her reflection.
Her fingers fondled her clit and ploughed her sex, impetuously pushing the crotch of her panties up into her pussy. Intoxicated almost beyond words, Scarlet's words were barely audible above her animalistic grunting, "Nnnggh... You... bad... girl..."
