Looked In Place

I **** myself to remain still, naked and openly exposed in the clothing Shoppe's window, as the door rang. Part of me felt excitement growing, knowing he was back, but I **** myself to remain still, lest I give away that fact I'm more than a well-made mannequin. Being watched from all around, I found being so exposed all the more thrilling, as someone I knew was one of them.

I managed not to gasp as I remained in the window, not even letting myself look to see what they were up to. I did manage to hear Michael, my new roommate and boyfriend, inquiring Sophia, "How's ... it doing?", to which I felt myself almost twitch in place, my mind realizing his pause was him remaindering to refer to me as an object of the test, lest they gave it away.

Sheila spoke up moments later, his tone amused, as she likely picked up on it also, "It's been doing fine, though we can't be sure of success until Monday morning, so there's still plenty of time for this to go either way." Her words proved all the reminder I needed as to why I was not moving, even as exhilaration and arousal rushed through my body, as I dared not fail it now.

I heard his agreement, walking toward me, looking me over closely. I found it particularly hard to keep from moving when I felt his hand upon my skin, rubbing up my left arm slowly. I hear him chuckle, "Then I should just get a celebratory gift for once it's done, huh?"

I heard her chuckle, "You could, thought if ... it's successful, that has already been arranged. I held myself still as they talked, feeling his hand on my side, as I did my best to remain still. A young blonde walked up to my right just then, a smile flashing on her faith, "It's quite impressive, isn't it? It has gotten so many details right, you'd swear it was real."

Naked before them I felt my exhilaration rise, noting how her hands moved across my skin before Michael, knowing only he and Sheila even knew the truth of it. I felt her hand move up my side, her finger trips brushing up my arm, and I almost moaned when her fingers found my right breast. "So many details many tend to get wrong; from body temperature, skin and body composition.", as she spoke, I saw a smirk on her face, as she softly and rhythmically gave my breast a square as she spoke.", smiling his way, pausing as she spoke, "Aren't you going to test it, too?:"

Michael smiled easily back, hesitating momentarily, likely because he knew the truth, and did not want to give it away.... though by not acting may also give it away. I felt his hand on my cheek, brushing a fair back into place before dropping to my shoulder. I felt his right hand on my back. Now noticed by both of them, not to mention having to deal with possibly having the truth be made more, only shot my exhilaration and arousal up higher and higher. "Indeed... that's why I'm here. When I heard about this, I had to see and feel it, in person.", to which she crooked an eyebrow. I felt his hand move down my back, even as she gave my breast a tight squeeze, her gaze intent on me, thought occasionally glancing over at Michael. I felt her left hand move through my hair, carefully touching each one, keenly surprised that it felt like real hair.

Finding it hard not to more or make a sound, I somehow manage, even as pleasure rose higher within me, a drop of moisture rolling down my leg. Michael, be it genuine desire or simply wanting to keep from giving it all away, ran his hand down between my breasts, absent-mindedly pulling on the hanging chain to my necklace, running his fingers along my neck, before lowering his hand to my waist. As he did, she ran her fingers across my breath, moving slowly, pressing upon my exposed skin, keenly intrigued at everything she touched.

Just then, I felt Sheila reaching from around behind, both her hands grasping at the underside of my jugs. I heard all three laugh, before Sheila declared, "That's why we left only a few pieces of jewelry on display on it... to encourage everyone to look, and if desired, touch the new mannequin." With that, she reached her right hand down, giggling with the new commer, and pressing one... no, two fingers, inside my shaved mound. She moved them in and out slowly, clearly making it known how available I was to them. The new commer smiled her way, shooting a large, toothy grin back at Sheila.

Michael moved his right hand down to my ass, deftly grasping it. I felt all three now, all at once, and my excitement and arousal rose along with it. Despite it all, I manage to hold myself still, which is made that much harder once the newcomer's hand finds its way down to between my legs, joining Sheila's in reaching inside my folds. I make a small gasp, as pleasure keeps rising in me. I hear them giggle then, as abruptly they all brought their hands back. Michael chuckled then, and the newcomer' broke the silence first, before it could get stifling or uncomfortable, "Well, it's way more detailed than I'd ever expected. It even got my hand wet, if you believe it... and, did it just moan? Intriguing!"

With that, she smirks as she walks off, I hear her smugly inquire of Michael, "Hey, want to go get a drink? I knew a great place to meet up, and could use the company.", to which he must be smirking, though I'd dare not look, fighting hard not to twitch as pleasure still coursed through me, my nakedness still being watched from both inside and out first store.

"Sure, I'd love to.. lead the way". Standing still, I catch the pair walking away, his arm wrapped around her, and he shoots me a wink as they pass by before the window. Once they were gone, Sheila went back. to work, rummaging around me, as I remained naked and exposed before the world.