Dating Duo

I stand, naked and exposed in the main window of the shoppé, waiting patiently, and quietly finding myself enjoying the exposure. Being openly noticed, and with Sheila enjoying my exposure, it seems that, for the moment, I would remain naked. Before them as I did my best to remain still.

Guest passing by on the street and in the shoppe, were noticing me, though a dating pair of young adults soon stood out. The pair smiling as they walk inside, greeting Sheila in unison, before making a beeline for me. Standing still in the window, I keep still as can be, my gaze aimed forward even as they walk out of view. Thus, I do not see their approach until she moves to stand before me, giggling as she stares at me, naked before her.

Moments later, I hear what I expect to be her boyfriend's jovial voice from just behind me, "What do you think, hun? Sheila wants us appropriate for her new mannequin to wear.", to which she smiles and giggles, even as she stares at my nakedness. I felt her right hand move across my shoulder, her left on my waist as she puts me under her tight scrutiny.

"I'm thinking... hey, is it really an ... it? Maybe we're dealing with one of those 'living mannequins' we keep hearing about.", and as she inquires, her right hand moved to my chin, moving my head to the right slowly, pausing before moving my head to the left and then back again. He chuckles from behind, giving my sides a pinch as she places her right hand softly on my breast.

As her hand move slowly across my exposed breast, cupping it softly, I hear his voice as his hands move along the sides of my back, amused and casual, "While it's possible hun, it's not likely they would adopt anyone to do that... besides, who would willingly stand naked in a window like that? That's crazy." They share a laugh, as I remain still, only moving with their touch, my mind keenly aware of my exposure, and quietly enjoying every moment of it. I had to resist giggling myself, lest I gave it all away. 'if only they knew'. I thought to myself ruefully.

As her fingers pass across my nipple then, I take a short, sharp breath, catching myself mid-way through, pausing, hoping I did not just give it up, as pleasure flares higher within me. "You're likely right, of course... but the idea's still fun to consider.... hey aren't encouraging shoppers to try on before they buy, so they don't get the wrong size and have to go back? Maybe we can set her up as an example?"

As she spoke, I felt her hand stroking my breast still, rubbing at it between her thumb and fingers, giving my ample bosom a soft caress, even as her left hand moves along my hip and thought, reminding me, not so-subtly of my nakedness. After a pause, he chuckles back, "I like it! What style were you thinking, then?"

with a smirk, she glances over at him, before returning her gaze to me, "Maybe a naughty school vibe? Can you find something appropriate for that?" to which he declares back, chortling, "Sure thing, babe." I wait, still as can be, as her hand moves along my breast, pausing as she focuses on me alone, "Now, finally I can be alone with it... what are you hiding, I wonder? Must be a join here somewhere..."

Her gaze starts at my neck, her left hand moving across my body with her eyes, even as her right remains on my breast, giving it a gentle squeeze, which soon goes rhythmic, though it is likely she doing it instinctively. She moves to my shoulder, moving it several times, before moving to my leg. Lifting my left leg up and down, I find myself not only having to remain still and silent as pleasure slowly rises within me, but now I also find myself having to balance on one leg.

Placing my leg back in place, I relax as I could balance freely on both legs, even though she made my pleasure spike as she ran her fingers in the inside of my thigh, as she sought any sign of my construction. I found it becoming increasingly hard not to let out a gasp as her fingers found the space between my legs, rubbing on me roughly as she found my shaved mound. Moments later, one, then several fingers, work their way inside me, as she sought to find some imperfection in my construction. As my pleasure rose swiftly harder, I found myself suddenly on the verge of an orgasm when her boyfriend's voice rang out, "How about this?"

She froze then, looking away from me and what he was holding, leaving me to wonder if I was just saved or left to feel frustration. I was close to relief, but such a release would also likely blow my cover. Looking over what he found, she gazed over my shoulder for a few seconds, before replying with a smile, "Like the idea, but the skirt should be shorter... like maybe a third that length. Also, the top should be sheer, and easy to be put on it wrong.

"You got it, babe!" he calls back, following soon by the sound of him moving around. With that, she turns her gaze back to me, she moved her hands once more... to my breasts. I felt both of her hands now cupping them, moving along the sides, until just her fingertips remain on my skin. Pausing, she boops my nipples with her thumps, giggling to herself before once more cupping my ample breasts in her palms.

That is when he calls to her once more, "How about this? to which she looks over, and calls him over, and he walks to stand behind me, handing over a wide mini micro skirt & sheer tank top. I once more find myself almost gasping as he places both of his hands on around my waist, fingers aimed down at my ass cheeks. She smirks back his way, "Yes, this should work... thanks."

With that, she puts the skirt on me first, and while I can no longer see down to my shaved mound, it quickly becomes clear that the guests, thanks to the fact I was on a showcase platform, would be looking up the skirt, it would do nothing to actually hide my intimate folds from anyone's view. Not that was sufficient for them, as he pulled the skirt up, and only stopping when the tip of my shaved mound came into sight, thus making it clear the skirt in question really had left me exposed beneath it.

The top came next. They put it on, shaping the back clip into place. She looked down a bit, the thin black-sheer fabric leaving nothing actually covered; even my nipples stood out, as the darkness from each, and the shape, was apparent through them. Even show, she pulled its tiny triangles to the side, leaving them to squash my ample breasts together, making their generousness and their exposure all the more obvious to all.

Giving me one more poke, she nods, followed by putting my arms up in a 'looking around pose'. With a nod, she started walking away, leaving me fully exposed to the world; "That should do that... still not convinced it's really an...' it'. could not find any join points or any signs of craftmanship... even got my hands wet?"

He chuckles back at that, and as they steps down and walk away, I hear him reply, "Where did you touch the mannequin to even make that possible ... wait, don't answer that. I don't want actually to know, do I?" to which she simply giggles back, as they move on to shopping. After a bit, they make their purchase and walk out of the store. On their way, as the door rings with their departure, I bought Sheila stating after them, "Have a good day you two! Thanks again!"

As they walk outside and slowly out of sight, I felt relief in not being found out. A relief that surprised me... as my body making a small jerking motion as an orgasm passing through me. I pause, and happily, my little indiscretion was not caught by anyone... even Sheila. Now dressed, and yet still exposed all the same, I found myself wondering how long I'd be waiting in the window, and how long will my 'outfit' remain attached to me...