Two Young Men

I hold myself completely still, not even moving where I'm looking, as I see a pair of young men, walk into the shoppe. They try to act innocent, but it's not long before the pair made their way over to me. I **** myself to hold still. One of them moves in front of me. He gives me a once-over, from head to toe. He paused at my breasts, before continuing, only to have his sight stop again when it reached my clit.

I tried to remain as still as I could, aware of just how many people were watching me now, and aware of the fact if I was not careful I could easily give away my true identity. I dared not let them know that I, naked as I was before them, was anything but a mannequin. I held myself still, which to my surprise become all the harder when the young man before me waved his hand in front of my face. I managed to keep from giving myself away, my body instinctually wanting me to blink as his hand waved before my eyes.

He stopped, and I felt his buddy reach from behind, pinching my nipples suddenly, pressing tightly upon them between his thumb and forefinger. I feel my body desiring very much to jump and move the moment the pressure is applied to my nipples, but I manage to hold myself still. I felt then as the fingers pinching my nipples tightened, and I felt his hand cupping my breasts as he worked. His hands grabbed and squeezed my breasts, feeling them and squeezing as he moved the pressure from one place to the next, messaging them under the palms of his hands.

His buddy leaned over, touching me up and down my legs, slowly moving the palms of his hands up and down the inside of my thighs. His fingers got tantalizingly close to my clit, my legs still spread wide from before. His hands move slowly, up my legs, and then slowly to my knees. As the man behind me switched to touching my sides, fawning over my soft skin, moving along my chest, reaching around, his breath close to my right ear.

At the same time, his body moved forward, placing his legs over mine, sitting up on his lap, his legs draped over mine. He looks directly into my face, and I try to keep from shifting my gaze and manage to keep quiet as his right-hand moves to my clit, cupping it with his hand, rubbing it slowly, forward and back. I struggle not to moan too openly.

I felt his other hand then, even as the young man behind me continued to switch between groping and pinching, cupping my right breast, touching it in his hand, rubbing it slowly before bringing his tongue upon my nipple, moving it slowly around its sensitive skin. My body felt arousal growing ever higher as he touched me so erotically.

I felt then, as his fingers pressed themselves inside of my pussy, caressing its inner folds, moving slowly, arousing even higher amounts of passion. I felt my breath catch in my throat at that moment and **** myself to breathe slowly, as my heart started beating faster, thumping hard within my chest like a drum.

He moved his legs closer to me, sitting close upon my legs. My pussy was wet, and I felt one drip after another roll down my thigh and onto the wooden surface beneath me. I dared not to even move, as my body felt ever-increasing amounts of erotic pleasure. As his hands brush across my clit, touching my soft pussy walls inside me, I felt an orgasm race through me. I **** myself to remain still, not wanting to let on what I was, as pleasure coursed through me like waves on the beach.

Their movements soon got all the more passionate, his tongue moving now upon the tip of my nipple, and soon he moved his attention to my left breast, teasing me by pulling upon it with his teeth, pinching it between them, pulling softly upon it, before running his tongue over its soft flesh. I did moan then, though softly, as I felt more of his fingers, all now save his thumb, pressed themselves inside of my clit. They worked rhythmically, up and down, forward and back, stretching and pulling at my sensitive folds, driving my pleasure to new heights.

I orgasmed then, once, twice, as their hands move over me, even as I held myself still as I could. Quite unlike any who came to before them, they spoke not a word and made hardly a sound, their attention focused on my body. They worked together almost as one, with the single goal of getting a rise out of me through a concerted effort of stimulating pleasure within me, curious of how I would react, coupled with excitement at how real I felt.

I climaxed then, naked and in the front window, as they continued their intense examination of my body and the intimate parts of my body. Suddenly, as though with a switch, they stopped, leaving me aroused, my pussy dripping wet and my body only thought to be of an erotic nature. They got up together, and only when they spoke to the proprietor did they speak up. One of them said, "Hey, your new mannequin is smoking hot! I'd swear it was real!"

I watched her smile his way, "Love to hear it! I've gotten a lot of praise about it. I still don't know where we got it, but I hear it won't be here long. Don't know why. We could use having such a well-made mannequin in our shoppe all the time if I was, to be honest"

They reply in the affirmative, before paying for a few articles of clothing from the men's section of the store, along with an item for his girlfriend. I can see what it is, and soon they are outside and go around the corner, out of sight. I let out a deep moan, as I felt my heart rate slow and I manage to catch my breath. Erotic ideas are still shooting through my head, though at least now I can at least rein them in. At least, unless I get noticed again in the near future.

As my body unwound, even to a small degree from its erotic high from a moment ago, I wondered if Shelly will notice one of her clients stripped me naked and if she'd get a chance to place a new outfit on me. I hold myself still, even as people stop and gawk at me. Several times, I see people stop and snap photos of my nakedness, commenting and pointing at me, before walking on their way. I wonder how long I will have before someone else walks into the shop. I find myself oddly aroused at the idea of having someone else take a licking to me, even if they believe I'm a mannequin. I remember fondly the erotic feelings they brought on, the naughtiness of being naked, being touched so, and being so exposed and out in the open.

I let out a short, quiet moan, as I ponder what may be coming my way next.