I'm Stripped Naked (Again!)

Silently, I feel the blond pull her hands back from my body, grabbing neatly upon the folds of my sheer bikini. I feel her pull it off, slowly, her eyes never moving one bit from their level gaze at my face. She pulls them slowly off, and I feel new feelings of arousal as the fabric was slowly propelled through and out of my pussy, which was trying to clench down upon it hard. I could see now where the sheer fabric was wet, and even drenched in places from where my fluids soaked into it. I **** myself to hold still as she slowly pulled the micro bikini down my legs, touching my thighs as she worked. I orgasmed again at the intimacy of the moment, feeling her removing what little clothing I was wearing from my lower half.

I **** myself to hold still as she passed my knees, her head moving slowly down between my legs, the memory of her intimate touch still vibrant and intense in my head. I felt it catch a moment on my knee, before coming free as it slipped down my lower leg, passed my ankle and over my foot. Her friends giggled as they noticed the dampness of the fabric, one of them asking "You're really going to wear that?!"

The blonde just smiled back, and said, "Why? You jealous?", she said teasingly. The pair laughed again and the joke, as the black bikini g-string was pulled off my foot and placed beside me. I watched as she reached up then, reaching behind me and undid the tied clasp holding my bikini top in place, releasing what little cover it provided, leaving me nude and completely exposed before them. She pulled the top cleanly off, slowly stepping up and picking the bikini g-string up as she went. The pair followed her then, and I fought the urge to relax, less one of them catch on then. As the blonde walked around and behind my left side, she gave me a knowing look, aiming straight at me, making me wonder if she really did figure out what I really was, but decides to play with me by taking my clothes rather than give me away.

I wondered which was worse, as she put her hand on my shoulder as she walked by. I saw several individuals looking in the window. I could see them clearly and realized I won't get to relax just because they decided to leave me alone. I **** myself to keep breathing through my nose in shallow, slow breaths even as my body craved me to gasp, and take in large gasps of air. My heart rate quicked then, as I spotted several attractive men watching me from the street.

As I held myself still, I heard the trio walk toward the changing room, and movements later explain when they saw their blonde friend exit the changing booth wearing only the bikini I had on, though I noted from the reflection she had done a better job putting it on them it had been for me. One of them dares her to leave the shop dressed like that, and she replies "You know what? I will. The moisture is doing a number for me, and I can't explain why!" Quickly, the trio pays, and I watch them leave the shoppe, though the trio is now dressed in the sheer micro-bikini I had been wearing when she first walked in.

Even that does not asway the crowd, so intent on leering at me from the window. I hold myself still, aware that even as the show had ended, some of them are choosing to stay and gawk at me. I feel their eyes intently on me, and I wonder if any decide to step inside the shoppe for a closer glance, or . . . more.