The garter belt was next; it cinched in her already tiny waist, making her hips curve and swell in response and the black garters danced on her lovely thighs. She slipped on the stockings, which were a perfect fit and fastened them. The elastic became taut and pulled against her pretty legs, as it stretched down to grip the slithery sheer stuff of the stockings.

Realizing that there was no bra, she pulled on the red satin gown, loving the way it hugged the curves of her body. It was low cut into a deep V, leaving her gorgeous cleavage exposed.

"OK, you can open your eyes!" she called out gaily. Blair's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the vision before him: Valerie, excited simply by putting on the clothes, stood, her wet lips parted and her tits heaving and throbbing. She licked, her lips and ran her hands quickly through the long, unbound mane of her hair.

The double mirrors reflected her image twice and her could see the twin globes of her ass, held lovingly in the satin embrace, twitch and dance before his excited gaze.

"Well what do you think?"

"Fantastic!" and in the next moment, he had whipped out his stiffening cock.

"Blair!" she hissed, "We can't!! Not in Bloomingdale's!"

"Why not?"

"What if we get caught?"

"We won't!"

"We'll go to jail!"

"Nonsense!"

"We will!"

"I'll simply buy you all of this stuff! Valerie darling, there is no law about not fucking in Bloomingdale's! One may not steal, eat, drink or smoke, but nowhere, nowhere in this vast, retail empire, does it say that one may not fuck! Now come over here and let me get at your pussy!" and he grabbed her.

She put up a little struggle, but secretly, she loved it. What could be more forbidden and more fun, than making it in the dressing room at Bloomingdale's?