Suprise Visitations

Standing there naked, I notice the sign at my feet, which likely has the message Sheila referred to earlier. Even so, I keep my gaze aiming straight forward, holding my exposed body as still as possible, even as I felt the coolness of the AC, along with the light shining in the window from the sun. A light which openly places my once again nakedness on display.

I manage to keep still and keep my breathing slow, even as I notice people staring, along with prospective shoppers stopping before the window and pointing my way. I could hear the amusement and laughter as they point over my way, though I could only vaguely make out what was being said. I find myself enjoying the attention my exposed nakedness was garnering, from inside and outside the shot alike.

The shoppe was busy. Even if Sheila did not plan on leaving me openly exposed, she would not have time to change it anyway. In any event, I find myself enjoying the exposure, even if at times I find it difficult to hold myself still. Even with the door regularly opening and closing, and the bell ringing, I could still hear individuals as they shop. Eventually, it slows down, and I notice a rather recognisable face from the crowd...Michael, who I just caught sight of, from the corner of my eye, at the shoppé's door. I **** myself to hold still even as I hear him chuckle, pausing before commenting to Sheila, "Interesting way to pull in guests... was it your idea or..."

He trails off as Sheila giggles away, "Yep... that one came from me... though I have to admit, after seeing how the guests like seeing our newest mannequin naked, it kind of invented itself. Still figuring out what tomorrow's concepts will be. I was pondering 'don't forget that one thing' or perhaps... 'Forget something?". Not sure, though I'm happy her boyfriend likes our new companion.

He snickers back, likely looking me over before replying, "I understand why...mind if I look over the new mod... mannequin over?", to which Sheila giggles back. During the pause, I notice the guest rustling about, whispering and moving around, leaving me all the more aware of my own exposure and how much I enjoy being seen like this.

After a few moments, she speaks up, "Of course, you're welcome to check our new mannequin out. Please enjoy yourself and let me know if you have questions!", With that, they move on, with her likely going to help another guest. Holding myself still, I hear his every step as he makes his way over. He pauses behind me, chuckling softly as he looks me over. I manage not to gasp as I felt his hands on my shoulders, moving down slowly to my arms.

He whispers then, "Guess I should have expected you'd be naked in the window sometime once you took this position, though thought it would take longer. No matter, now to play the role of a guest. Don't want them relating your anything but a well-made mannequin. Yep, doing this to play the role!", and as he spoke, his amusement at the situation was clear. I manage to hold myself still, though I almost flinch as I heal his hands land softly upon my shoulders. Knowing only he and Sheila knew I was real, I knew the best way to keep my new job was to remain still as if I was simply a well-made mannequin.

I felt his hands move slowly down toward my arms, his body only inches from mine, and I could feel his breath keenly. I manage not to gasp, even as the guests giggle and point, clearly amused at his behaviour. I find myself enjoying it along with them, though I know all the same not to let it show. I almost let out a gasp, but manage to resist, even as his hands move to my hands. With a chuckle, he moves my hands slowly, placing my left hand at my side, even as he places my right hand out and before me as if offering to shake hands with a prospective viewer.

He pauses again, before putting his hands once more upon my shoulders. Once more, I find myself needing to resist making a sound as pleasure grew within me, keenly feeling his hand moving down my sides. With a pause, his hand swiftly jutting forward, cupping my breasts before them. I felt him bouncing them softly, making a show of it for anyone watching, either inside the shoppé or outside its window.

After bouncing my bosom a few times, his hands move casually across them, rubbing across my nipples, before moving his hand further down to my waist. "My, what a disciplined one you are, hmm? Well, good for you, though let's see if that lasts, hmm?" he coyly whispers, amusement seeping through each word.

With that, I felt his hands moving to my waist, holding me tight. His left moves to my ass, goosing it deftly as he chuckles. His hand moves around in front, rubbing down my hip. That's when his right-hand surprises me, going down my hip before moving to my shaved thatch, moving gently along its length. I felt my pleasure rising, faster than before, and I felt water drip softly down my right leg.

I resist the urge to moan, even as he chuckles softly, even as the fingers on his right hand are casually playing with me. His left once more finds my ass, pinching it deftly. My pleasure rising steadily, I find my body quickly approaching an orgasm... only for his hands to stop, pausing and releasing his hold just as I was about to orgasm. I felt my desire for him to finish, though I held myself fast in place. "Well, how about that... see you tonight, hmm?"

I manage to remain still and silent, all the while hoping my arousal was not obvious, or at any rate, not giving me away as anything other than a well-made amanuensis. He casually steps back and away, going off to leave or perhaps shope. With that, I fight to keep my breathing from becoming too obvious, even as my heart races within my chest as I tell myself that I went along with it, doing my best to play my part. 'A part I very much enjoyed playing', I found myself thinking ruefully.

I find myself standing before them, legs spread decently wide apart, arms at my sides, with nothing but a purse hanging off my right shoulder, land once he was down, I'm even more exposed than before.... not that I mind any, as I've, much to my surprise I've been enjoying the experience. 'At least the new pose will make it easier to remain still' I thought to myself, amused.

As others look me over closely, I hear him declaring, "Great shop you have here... thanks again for letting me play with your new mannequin". His amusement was clear, along with that of those nearby.

Sheila seems to share in that amusement and good feeling, "Glad to hear it... you're welcome to stop by anytime! Glad to make your acquaintance!", to which he must have nodded before walking out of the shop and away. All the while I'm as naked as ever, and my new pose, as my more intimate bits on blast for all to see...