Nakedness Accented

I manage to hold myself still, my nakedness on open display to the world, as I was left to pose before the sheet glass window of the clothing shoppe. Aware of my arousal, I found it harder not to make a sound that would reflect my pleasure, finding myself delighted at being so exposed. I heard shopped coming and going, though at that point none were moving close to me... at least, not in the shoppe. Outside the window, a small crowd seemed to never present, people coming and going, but always a few gawkers seems to remain, staring and pointing my way. 'wonder if they'd do that if they knew the truth', I found myself ruefully thinking, quietly noting how intently my nipples stood out just then, my mind rather aware of the coolness of the room.

Sheila did a good job helping them., as I did my best to remain still. Just then, I noticed a man and woman approaching me, looking me over closely. "What do you make of this? It seems different than the others.", to which she giggled, "You just noticed it because it's 'naked'.", to which he amazingly replied, "Ha-ha. No, it seemed to be made differently. Look... there are no clear signs of joins or points of the pieces connecting. It's as though made of a single piece."

I felt her hands on my shoulders, brushing at me slowly, before brushing a hand through my red locks of hair, and I felt anticipation growing with me, delight at being noticed filling me, even though I knew better than to even more, let along at, on what I felt. I had to resist the urge to moan, forcing myself to hold still, not daring to be caught. I noted then he moved before me, looking at me intently from just to my left. I **** myself to keep looking forward, holding the posture Sheila had set me in previously. I felt his gaze on my body, closely ging over each inch of my exposed skin, his focus radially landing on my jugs.

I felt a hand on my upper arm, his girlfriend casually running her hands down my back, as the pair examined me. I felt his left hand cupping my breast, softly touching my skin, probing slowly at my exposed nakedness, as if speaking some flow in my design. I almost jumped, despite my best efforts, when heard Sheila's voice ring out, "It seems our new mannequin has gotten even more attention... that's good. Let me know if you have any questions and if you can tell me if it appears to your liking.", to which the pair smiled, not even glancing her way as the woman at my back replied, amused and perhaps embarrassed to be caught, "Oh, thanks. The craftsmanship that went into this is astounding!", to which he made sound of agreement, running his hand along the underside of my best, then between them, as if trying to catch some hidden fault.

I felt her hand on my back, and now, on my waist, as she moved her palms slowly across my skin, as if probing for my skin to become less... flexible? at some point. Neither of whom seemed willing to give up,, making the odd remark as they looked me over. I felt her hands now on my ass, grasping and squeezing it in one hand, even as the other moved around my waist, as she examined my body up close.

He did similar but from on my left side, moving my left arm back and to the side a bit, leaving it even less concealing than it ever had been all day. Once more, I had to resist not to moan, feeling his hands move gently upon my exposed breasts, resting his thumb upon my nipple, pausing before cupping at me once more. She was no less adventures, moving a hand on my side, "Seems real to me. I'd love to meet its crafter. He'd be able to shed led on how it was made.", to which she giggled back, a hand on pressed on the small of my back, brushing at my hair as she retorted, "If it was made by a man, you mean."

"Yes, of course. If.", smirking as he spoke, the sound of amusement shooting back his way a her hands sought to work around my sides, clearly speaking the joint spot connecting my body together, and not giving up easily. "Nope, it's too well built. can't find it.", to which his smile only enlarged, pausing with the plan of his hand upon my nipple, as I did my best not to respond to their intimate touch, as neither knew the truth... and that was, intriguingly, is the point.

I almost gasp but manage to remain still, as pleasure slowly built with me, finding myself increasingly exhilarated at the exposure and attention I was getting... I had to fight not to laugh at how ridiculously the lengths they'd go just to ee to prove to themselves I was not simply a living mannequin. Eventually, she let out a sigh, "Alright, common.. we need to get moving. Let's check out what we came for. Our friends will be expecting us soon.

"You mean... getting you something more risque to wear?", he teased, and I heard him make an amused sound, though I also could imagine her rolling her eyes just then. "Yea, as if they'll happen. Common, if you want to have a say in what you see me in.", to which he nodded, removing his hand and walking around me, and they soon walked off. It was not long before Sheila was standing on one side and looking me over. She smiled my way, as I did my best to hold myself still, "Guess I may have to put you to good use.... you're simply getting too much attention not to figure a way to put something on display on you. Hopefully without hiding you from being seen for the challenge. hmm", a look of thoughtful reflection on her face, as she walked away...