Swiftly Stripped

I hold myself still, as it gradually becomes easier to keep my breath at a snow, regular pace, as my heart rate goes back to natural. I notice people shopping around me, pointing and staring. That's when a trio of young ladies looks in a points my way, laughing as they walk into the shoppe.

I catch on what they are saying as the door rings at their approach, "...So long as I get its skirt, sure, you can have the top.", followed by another declare, "Only if I don't get it first!", giggling, as the pair of young women walked over to me. Sheila was busy with other guests, though she may have noticed, as she made an amused sound as she worked. I felt a tug at my shirt from my left shoulder, only to feel a tug on my right side.

I manage not to let out a gasp or sigh, feeling several hands, from different angles, casually yanking the top off of me. I noticed a gal, now kneeling before me, gasping my tight mini skirt, and after a moment, feeling it being whisked off of me. I manage not to gasp,m the swiftness of the mint staring the already cool air even more across my once-more naked and exposed skin.

Naked once more, I heard the trio giggling. I felt a pair of hands on each arm, reaching up to my shoulder slowly and at the same rate."It seems so real... how's that even possible?", their hands moving slowly up my arms, rubbing all over both arms at once, my mind racing, my heart rate going slightly higher. The last of the trio sad down abruptly before me, moving her hands up my legs, even as I stood there still before them.

"No idea.... seems so real though.", she comments, sitting before me. I felt myself having to fight from moaning, pleasure racing through me, and my heart rate rising as her hands moved up my legs to my knees. My pleasure crescendos when her hand reached the space between my legs, followed soon after by another of the trio cupping my breast, and a third place a hand upon my ass. They looked me over closely, before one of the trio, "Common, let's go... I'm still getting the skirt."

"Ughhh.... fine.", replied another, before leaving, my mind feeling its arousal, though without an outlet. I manage to remain still, even as Sheila walks up, "Guess I need to find something for you to wear.... again, sweetie."