Left Alone in the Morning Sun

Naked and exposed in the window, I find myself noting how 'I'm naked and exposed on Sunday morning.' holding myself still, as my naked body is in plain view of everyone walking around. I see more than a few stops, laugh in my direction, make a few comments, snap a photo, and move on.

I feel very exposed, but dare not move, lest I give away that I'm really, rather than a very advanced mannequin that I'm supposed to be taken as. I resist the urge to move out of sight, even as more notice me. Time passes, and I find myself ever more aware of just how exposed I am. I notice as people got up, how the traffic and people walking by increased.

I see many guests come and stare, though now none really stands out. It feels like a rush, as people constantly stop and stare, never giving me the chance to relax, and always leaving me feeling aroused and unsteady. Worse, at any moment I may find the pleasure too much for me, and I may just orgasm. I just don't get too much attention on myself, lest I get found out for what I really was ... a naked young woman.

As time passed, I became quite aware of just how wet my pussy and my clit were, as more water leaked down my legs. I moaned then, softly though happy I could make some notice, as I slowly caught my breath. I continued standing there in the window, as I wondered what could possibly be next.

That's when I notice her setting up the mannequins. From the corner of my eye, I notice her putting them in semi-formal outfits... if 'naughty college girl clique' counted at that. Pleated mini skirts and thin tops seem to be the idea. I notice how she passed by me several times as she worked, whispering "They may notice better if we left you exposed loner.... you like the exposure, anyway sweetie."

She giggled at that as she passed by, before long only having a single outfit left. A dating couple walked in, giggling. I heard her greet them, along with them walking about. It was not long before they were standing neck to me, and I felt pleasure rush through me, my muscles tense, as their hands landed on my sides. I gasp, though thankfully not heard by them, as they ran their hands across my skin.

"I wonder why she's made so much different than as she wrapped her hands unn the others?", to which I could belly see him shrug, his hands moving across my shoulder. I heard her notice the clothes dropped next to me, and she giggled, before casually putting the shirt on me. Its thin fabric does little to cover my skin, let alone keep me from noticing the cool air the AC was blowing across my body. Worse, she leaves the black shit hanging open in front, leaving my jugs exposed to the world. My nipples still visible for all, she giggled, wrapping her arms underneath the thin fabric from behind, placing the palms of her hands under my bosom.

I feel my pleasure rising as she grasped me then, the thin fabric of the shirt hanging across my body, not doing much of anything to cover my body in a meaningful way. The pleated, mutual layer skirt is pulled up my legs. It proves to be rather short, clinging tightly to my widely spread legs; thus, my shaved mound was still, to an extent, even if you stood where I was. For those on the ground, or outside of the shoppe... I was very much exposed.

I had to resist moaning at the thought, enjoying the exposure, noting how they giggled. I felt him move the shirt off my left shoulder, making me even more exposed than before. "She's well made, but it's just a mannequin ..., see? doubt a leaving person would let any of this happen." he laughed, grasping my ass in his right hand, shooting her a smug glance, moving his left hand on my chin before kissing me on the cheek. I manage not to blink as he did so, holding still as the pair laughed.

They moved on, sparing me on the ass as they pass, and I hear them laugh, going off to shop, as I remained still, left to wait for my heart rate to go back to normal. I somehow managed not to moan, as pleasure raced through me. I was nominally dressed in the window, though none of my more intimate body parts were actually covered. I heard other shoppers then, maybe even checking the other human mannequin which may be here.

As they walked off, I notice my exposure is pulling attention from others outside the window. I manage not to hold my breath, forcing my regular breathing to remain normal, doing my best not to be noticed as an actual human.