I'll help" My response was prompt and polite, I didn't want tosound too keen though, more like a friend agreeing to help another friendwith a favour."...Excellent. Ok, well you hold on to this, and bring it through to thewindow, we'll get it into position then I'll find the dress I want touse."Handing me the mannequin, which was only a couple of inches shorter thanmy own height, Naomi lead the way behind the screen and into the shopwindow. I looked through the window for a second, out at the. She stepped up to me, placing one hand on my shoulder, pushing down with the lightest of pressure. Feeling helpless, I sank to my knees before her. She lifted one leg over my shoulder, the slit in her dress falling open far enough that I could see for sure that she wore nothing else underneath. She pressed forward, hard enough that I had to lean back on my arms or fall. I could smell the moist sweetness of her pussy, so temptingly close I had to kiss those soft, pink nether lips. A purr rumbled. I closed my eyes, and just let myself soak in all the sensations: the pounding in my pussy, the vibrations on my clit, and the freedom of feeling my legs in the air. I thought about how I must look, and realized I wanted to watch myself masturbate, watch making myself come. As I was on the verge I opened my eyes. There in the doorway stood Ben, mouth gaping wide. I had met Robb and Ben a few months ago at a party. They worked together, and had sat down on either side of me on a couch, after. As they were visiting and he was making his sales pitch, she spread her legs wide enough that the thong didn’t cover her pussy with its neatly trimmed hair. “I didn’t bring any money but do you ever barter for your lessons?”The young man smiled, this not being the first time he had such offers, “How about we take a little walk and, um, go over the details?” He led her down the beach around the rocky outcrop that jutted out into the ocean and gave privacy from the rest of the beach. They came.