Standing Nudity

Left naked in the window, I resist the urge to sigh, feeling the room slowly cooling around me. My breasts, thanks to my nudity, felt harder on me, my nipples standing out harder as I did my best to remain still, exposed in the window before the world. Already, several individuals were staring in the sheet glass window, pointing at me and chatting, though I could not tell what they were saying.

I hold myself still, doing my best to fulfill my role of Living Manaquin, left as I was naked and openly exposed in the clothing Shoppe's window, my nakedness on display for all. Even so, I found myself wondering if they even knew I was a human being. I could not understand a word being said, so maybe the bet I found myself apart was still working, and they believe I was just a well-made mannequin. A combination of arousal and concern plays in my mind. I move as little as possible, fighting to remain upright as the night slowly passes by before me. I dare not sit or lie down, despite it all, less I'm noticed. Worse, I may unintentionally set off the alarm. I don't want to get anyone that kind of attention, I tell myself.

The temp seems to drop yet further, as goosebumps form on my skin, my nipples hard like blades on my breasts, and yet I hold myself still, lest I fail the bed now. I stand as still as possible, despite my arousal or possible feelings of fatigue. I saw cars drive by several times

Eventually, I find myself thinking about my new roommate and well, boyfriend, Michael. I wonder how he's getting along, and all the while I was standing there in a clothing Shoppe's window, naked to the world. Eventually, I'm left alone, people commenting as they pass. I do not have long to think, as my ruminations are interrupted as several people walk by, and soon. more are looking in and staring. I can plainly see they are pointing at me, but can't tell what they are saying. The pair, a woman and a man, eventually turn and head out of sight, once more leaving me alone.

Time passes slowly, leaving me alone, and it seems to take forever, and all the while I hoped my arousal was not giving me away. Several groups walk by, some pausing by the window, and make similar observations. I feel both self-conscious and thrilled at the same time. I'm so visible, and not used to being so... exposed. It's an odd experience to have and one that is both daunting and exhilarating in equal measure.

I moan softly and the thrill of it, slowly shifting from one leg to the other to avoid the worse of standing so long in one place. I feel a small shake in my caves, but manage to resist most of it, lest I give myself away or set off the alarm. My arousal has only increased some, given my level of exposure. Goosebumps have, but now, formed on much of my exposed skin, from my neck, down my arms, my breasts, down to my legs. My nipples stand out hard from my exposed breasts, which have hardened some. I feel a trickle of liquid leak from my clit, thanks to the erotic feelings I'm having.

That's when I saw Michael pass by, waiting until the space before the window was empty. I held myself still even so, lest I give I away, or perhaps set off the alarm. He looks me over, tightly scrutinizing me ... perhaps to check on me, see how I was doing? After a few minutes, he nods, turns and walks away, my nakedness as exposed as ever, and I hear myself moan softly as he walks off. I felt a rush flash through me, my mind realizing he cared enough to check, though I hope it did not give me away...

I watch, as the bars close, people go for late-night walks with their dogs, and notice the number of people that look in the shoppe window and wonder. I enjoy the attention, even as I fight to stand still. Soon it's quiet outside. Hours pass with hardly anyone driving or walking by, until finally the Brunette assistant, wearing the name tag or 'Shelly' comes to the door. She's about 5'8". She's wearing a formal pencil mini skirt, accentuating her hips, and a pair of dark leggings continues where the skirt ends, which is just scant inches beyond her arse. A heavy jacket obscures her top, which is worn with a pair of earmuffs and thin gloves.

I hear the door unlock, hear her turn off the security, and step inside. She stows her purse and purse, before walking back out and checking out the shoppe. Her top is sleeveless, tight against her body and has a large boob window extending from her neck down to between her breasts. Both of her arms are bare, as is much of her back. She has an easy smile.

She quickly checks out the shoppe and the displays, before finally making her way to the front of the shop, where she sees me, the naked living mannequin, and from the corner of her eye, it seems she is staring right at me. I hold still as I can, as I wonder if she was treating me differently, knowing that I'm a human mannequin, and how that knowledge may change how she acts around me. For that matter, I wonder if it's better for me if she does know, given how she chooses to leave me naked and on display. She did have me stripped by a guest last night, but then again...