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Chapter 29 by aroes aroes

What does she pick for me, and when?

Left Till Last

As the sun starts shining in the front window, I watch her start to dress the mannequins. She works slowly, making sure each one is just right. I **** myself to stand still, waiting my turn as patiently as I can. She picked several different styles - sundresses, mini skirts, halter tops, lingerie, and bikinis, including accessories such as jewelry and a broach here and there.

As she works she skips me over more than once, passing back and forth around me, walking tantalizingly close to being as she works. Each time she steps by me, and her body or clothing brushes against me, a new feeling of excitement arises from within me. I fight to keep from moaning, holding my body still as can be.

In what seems to take forever, she gets the other mannequins dressed up for guests. Finally, she walks over to me, holding something in her hands. She smiles at me then, speaking up saying, "I've saved you just for last. can't dress you up like the other mannequins. I should do you up special."

I wait, wondering what she picked out and what it would feel like upon my skin. She starts lifting it up when I hear the doorbell ring. As she stops in her tracks, I resist letting out a sigh at being denied any release of my pent-up tension. I **** myself to hold myself still, even as erotic thoughts and the stress of having to wait, naked in public, all billow together in my mind.

"Oh, my look at the time! Time to open for business! Deer me, having too much fun getting set up that I lost track of time. I'm going to have to dress you later, you naughty mannequin you!" After a pause, she turns, steps off the window display, and shouts, "Coming! I'll be with you in a moment!"

She quickly gets to the door, and from what little I can see, a couple of packages are being delivered. I watch as she signs for them, and soon they are brought into the store, across from the registers. As he turns to leave, I get a good look at him - athletic, late 20's, maybe 30 or so. He pauses and looks at me. I wonder what he will say, and what this day had yet in store for me.

I **** myself to hold still, even as excitement at what he will say billows in my mind.

Does he say anything? What happens?

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