Repositioned

I watch as Shelly walks sleekly back up onto the platform, looking at me, and then at my breasts. I realize then, that despite it all, the milk was still clinging to my nipples. She looked intently at my jugs, and then at my face, before declaring, "I wonder, how well you’d look sitting down?

She walked back, moving something behind me. Shelly was casually pushing on me, and after a moment I understood that she was trying to move me, just as she’d move = a traditional mannequin. I allowed my body to be repositioned, and swiftly find myself being pressed down, **** into a sitting position upon the hard wooden stand.

She spreads my legs wide then, giving everyone who may pass outside the Shoppe’s window a clear view of my pussy lips. She puts my arms in a casual pose, held at my sides and yet far enough away from my body that anyone would sally look, touch and feel me without impediment. I hope she does not notice how aroused I am, as now the prop box is directly underneath my clit, making it easy to see any water that may drip from my innermost folds.

I see from the corner of my eye Shelly looking my posse over, thinking about it in her mind, before changing it not-so-subtlety once more, spreading my legs even further apart, and pushing my arms slightly back, making my already large breasts stand out even more.

I gasp then, a small, quiet squeak as I see several individuals walking down the street, taking a rather obvious notice of me as they slowed their pass. One of the three gals pointed directly at my nude form and commented on she always shops there. Her friend playfully shoves her then, before commenting, "No you don't!"

They giggle and soon agree to return when the shop is reopened, before continuing to make their way down the street. Shelly nods then and picks up the clothes she had chosen. From what I can tell, it’s a black sheer -micro bikini.

I feel the single strand of fabric slowly being taken up my leg, and come to rest upon around my waist. Despite her care, she manages to place it to one side of my clit, rather than over it. So, not only is it a narrow band of transparent fabric, it completely slipped from my pussy folds. I held myself as still as I could, as she attempts to re-adjust it several times, only managing to rub it erotically across my clit. I have to fight to keep from moaning, as my already high level of arousal only is made worse by the intimacy of her touch.

Eventually Shelly, perhaps in frustration, pulls my new G-string bikini up from behind, forcing it inside of my clit in the process. New ways of arousal spread through me then, as all kinds of naughty thoughts flood through me then. She gives it one more pull, making sure it was in place.

Satisfied, she brought the top-up next. She deftly placed the sheer micro bikini top on next, completely missing one of my nipples in the process with the small transparent triangle. She reaches behind and ties it snugly in place. She looked me over once, before nodding. I watch, as well as I could, as she proceeded to walk around me. I feel her hand upon my ass once more, slapping me as she says, "It looks good enough to eat - out. I'd swear the thing was real!"

Shelly then makes her way to unlock the door, and swiftly I see the trio of young ladies from before making their appearance, quickly welcomed back into the Shoppe. I wonder what they have in mind, and how soon they will remember me.