It was quiet. That kind of quiet you find on a working day in the late afternoon. The hubbub of the street held the promise of only a few more hours work.
It was even quieter in the small Soho lingerie shop I was in. I was the only customer in the store. It was darkened, with the only illumination coming from low-voltage lamps which lit the mannikins, all dressed in their sexy best.
A young woman sat behind the counter. She was probably in her early 20's, very buxom, with short dark hair.
I'd come to look for an item I'd seen in the catalogue, and told her what it was.
It was a mesh bodysuit, which had very large holes, almost like a net, which would allow everything to be seen, but still held in place.
I asked to be shown a few other items as well, and she went off to get them.
I browsed a bit as I waited, looking at the dildos in the sex aid area, and the handcuffs.
I looked up when I heard her coming back a few minutes later, only to find her wearing the outfit I'd asked to see. She was plainly naked underneath.
She stepped up onto one of the pedistals that held the mannikins, all lit up, and faced me.
She was very well lit now, and I stared for a few seconds.
Her nipples were dark brown, and upturned, hard as little rocks, sitting on huge tits that looked to be an 'E' cup at least. I looked lower and saw that she'd shaved all around her labia, leaving only a short triangular stubble which started about an inch above her clitoris, pointing down at it like an arrow.
Here's the pussy, the arrow seemed to say.
I just stared, not saying a thing.
"This is part of our live model service," she said in a professional, calm tone.
"Feel free to pose me as you would like, in order to better examine your prospective purchase."
Then she lay down and spread her legs apart. The tiny strip of net covering her labia was pulled into it slightly.
"For instance," she said, "this is a popular pose."
She lay there, thighs spread wide, her cunt fully visible.
"What would you like now?" she asked.
"Let me think," I said, reeling.
I moved closer and stared at her pussy. I could feel her reacting to me--mannikin or not.
"Pull your knees up," I suggested, "I want to see how it fits when she's completely open."
She obligingly drew her knees up to her elbows.
"Wider," I said.
She obeyed.
Now her thighs were almost parallel to her body, and her vagina and anus were covered by the thinnest string of net, spread wide open.
I moved a step closer and looked.
I didn't know what kind of game she was playing, but I knew she was playing at something.
Her face was flushed, and her breathing was a bit ragged. And at this distance I could smell her musk--she was wet.
It made me a bit sick, and a bit angry. This complete stranger was getting her kicks by using me as a voyuer.
Okay little girl, I thought, wanna play?
I wasn't turned on now that the surprise was over, but I was about to turn the tables.
I adopted the calm customer tone that matched her emotionless salesgirl one.
"Put your arms over your head," I said.
She did.
I then reached down and began plucking at the net garment, catching he skin as I did so, touching her tits, and the sides of her body.
"Gotta see how tight it is," I said.
"Of course," she answered.
But her body betrayed her by trembling slightly at my touch.
I deliberately brushed her nipples as I reached across her, and pulled the crotch of her net suit tighter when I plucked the fabric. It disappeared into her sloshing hole.
"Stand up," I said.
She did.
I stood behind her and stripped the net suit off of her, in a deliberately slow and seductive manner. I ran my hands over her bare shoulders, and touched her back and ass. I heard her breathing get heavier, and felt her body trembling, my arm around her, resting on he stomach as I dropped the suit to the floor, making her naked.
I kept my hand on her belly as I said, "Had to see how it would work in that kind of situation." Then I pulled my hands away.
"Yeah--," she gasped slightly, "had to."
I then took her by the arm, and led her naked, back to the sex aids..
I picked up a huge dildo--probably a half-meter long, and as thick as a soda can.
I handed it to her.
"
Try it," I said, "see how it fits."
She looked at me, her eyes wide, and maybe a little frightened, but put the dildo on the floor with a suction cup attachment, and squatted over it. She positioned the head of it between her large external labia, and biting her lip, began to lower herself.
"Wait a minute," I said then, and she stopped--before it had moved inside her. She looked relieved.
Why was she doing things that scared her? What was going on? I certainly had never had this kind of pulling power before, and frankly, I didn't want it.
I had to make her tell me. Push her, I thought, make her talk.
"Rub it along the edge of your cunt first," I said, somewhat roughly.
She obeyed, sliding the huge thing along her pussy lips. I could hear a wet squishing sound as the slid along it.
"Seems like you're awfully turned on for a mannikin," I said.
She blushed, but didn't speak, continuing to slide the dildo along her cunt lips.
Damn.
I reached behind her, as she kept on, and grabbed some furry handcuffs.
She didn't notice, partially becaues I think she was really getting close to orgasm.
"Stop," I said, grabbing he by the waist with both hands. I pushed her down, and she nearly fell over. She trembled as I lowered her down.
