Open & Exposed

Naked, I felt a twitch in my ankle as I remain, exposed to the world in the shoppe's front window. As I wait, I felt anticipation and arousal in equal parts, and doing my best to remain still. I hear Sheila working about, fastidiously making sure everything was just so for any protective shoppers. With me, naked and visible in her front window... as a part of the living mannequin test, of course.

I catch her working next to me and around me, shooting me an amused look, staring briefly, before making an amused sound, and returning to her other duties. **** myself to stand still, waiting my turn as patiently as I can. She works slowly, making sure each one is just right. I **** myself to stand still, waiting as patiently as I can, and all the while wondering how long she will choose to level me so exposed, as she's the only one here who knows the truth; I'm a living mannequin and not just a well-built display mount. Sheila 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 folded and re-arranged the displayed, changed other mannequins and attended to other finery.

I noticed how she's 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. I notice how she seems to pay me close attention, quietly aware of the truth, but not daring to make it too obvious; clearly, she's enjoying toying with me almost as much as I, much to my surprise, enjoyed the exposure. The fact only she knew made me all the more aware of how exposed my nakedness was, as if I was pulling off a heist of sorts.

Time seems to pass slowly, though I'm enjoying the experience, my every curve exposed, my body feeling the cool breeze across every inch of my body as I did my best not to even flinch, lest I gave it away. Finally, the door chimes as guests walk in/. I dare not turn my head to look, though, from the corner of my eyes, I see a pair of young males. I hear chuckles as they talk together, and when Shila greets them, "Can I help you find anything?", to which I hear one of them, full of amusement, reply, "Just looking, thanks."

I heard them walk about, their movement seemingly random, and I note several people walking by, staring in the window, as I heard them looking about. After a few minutes, which felt longer than it was, before they walked near me. I heard one of them inquiring then, "Hey, what's this? Why have a mannequin not displaying anything?", to which Sheila giggled, before managing to reply, amusement clear in her voice, "She's apart of a wager of sorts... can you tell if she's a human or simply a well-produced mannequin? She's been left bare on purpose, at least for the moment, to see if anyone can tell."

Just then they moved nearby me, one of them on each side, Sheila not far off behind. I felt one of their hands on my side and right arm, even as the other placed on a hand on the small of my back, as they scrutinized me closely. I held myself still as possible, lest I give it away now. "Well, it seems really enough.", to which his buddy chiming in, "Yea, like you could tell.", leading to both of them breaking out in laughter.

After a moment, Sheila chimed in once more, "Well, feel free to move it about, test its joints. Give it a feal, if you like... I'll be around if you have any questions,", to which they nodded, to focused just then to say anything. I would sear she would be winking my way, smugly enjoying putting me on the spot... was she trying to make me get caught? Why else would she encourage them? Or does she just like the challenge?

No matter, 'I won't make it easy for her', and 'I'm enjoying it too much to give up now' passed through my mind, and I had to resist the urge to gasp, as I felt them moving their hands across my exposed body, standing close to me. My right arm was pulled away from me slowly, slowly moved to my right side, leaving me even more exposed than before. I did not resist, even when I felt his hand on my shoulder, slowly trying the joints in my arm.

My balance was made harder as his partner moved my left arm out and away from me, before swiftly moving to my leg, picking it up and bending it out, forcing me to stand on one leg. I passed, my right leg already slightly bent and now made to hold me up on its own, as he grasped and grabbed my left leg. His right hand on my ass, he moved closer to me, looking up at my leg, my shaved mound in open view as he checked the movement of my knee and hip. His left arm slowly moved up my leg, reaching now on the inside of my thigh, grabbing tightly at my leg, as if looking for a joint or sock.

I felt my pleasure increase, a droplet of water trailing down my right leg as I felt the pair's hands moving across my skin. I found it increasingly hard not to gasp, to moan, as the pair felt me up in public, shamelessly touching my nakedness; only saving grace is everyone took me for a thing, I thought ruefully. Just then his buddy cupped my breast, tightly squeezing it in his hand, even as he left his right hand on my shoulder blade. I felt his fingers on my nipple then, brushing across it, before ginerally pinching it.

I hear Sheila chortle in amusement, as she worked around the place, then helping a guest, watching as they tried to figure it out. I almost... yes, almost gasp, as the man on my left hand moved up to touching my clit, his fingers roman across it, tightly running his finger-tips through my soft folds, "Can't find any joints, connection points or other faults... its so well made, i'd swear even the skin seems real. It even gets wet to the touch!"

His friend chuckled at that, "You should check its bosom... they feel real. Even the nipple seems to be made of flesh, and not plastic. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear, it's really a person were grasping at, not a mannequin in a shop!", to which they shared a laugh, one of them giving my ass a slap, "Yea, I'm sure a woman would just let us grope her up, let alone in a store window like thus! Sure, buddy!", followed by the hand giving my ass a squeeze, even as the hand remained on my breast, tightly clinging to me. I found it increasingly hard not to gasp, to moan, in pleasure as the fingers moved across my shaved mound, fingering me tightly, pressing his fingertips hard upon my intimate folds.

Just as I was about to orgasm, their hands realized, though I dared not let out a sigh, or for that matter, make a sound of disappointment. "Dam fine mannequin it is, where ever you got it. Not a single join point and the skin seems quite real!", to which they chuckled, to which Sheila declared, "Glad to hear you liked it! Cab;t tell, hugh?" to which they only could chuckle, before heading over to look at a few shirts from the men section. They rang up and left, and as they left the shoppe, I felt my body twitch a bit, as pleasure course through me, pleasure and the realization I had yet not been caught... not yet, at any rate, leading me to orgasm right then and there.

The fact I was so exposed, my nakedness on display to the world, only made the sudden burst of pleasure all the more apparent to me. The fact I was still balancing on my tight leg, my bits quite exposed to the world, only helps to make the rush of pleasure, mixed with the relief of not being caught, made it all the more forceful for me to endure. I felt my body twitch, though thankfully nobody caught it. Sheila walked by, catching me oddly posed by the pair. She giggled, clicking her tongue, "Doing better than one would expect, though plenty of time left."

I felt her moving my body then, though far from helping me out... she posed me in an action stance! My right hand was now shading my eyes, my left arm far out to one side, as if enjoying a breeze while looking for something in the distance. She spread my legs wide, thankful that I could at least now balance on both legs, even if it left my intimate spaces between my legs on display to the world, "If only they knew the truth dear... well, have fun with the contest.", and she slapped my ass then, rubbing a hand across my cheek before walking off.

More came in the shoppe then and as she moved to help, I wondered what else may be headed my way, and who else may make an appearance...