[f]elt up by a [m]annequin fetishist

This happened a year after moving to the city. Rent was high and my wage was low, so I cut corners where I could, AKA shoplifting. My forte was makeup and clothes (hey, I was 20). Honestly I’m surprised I didn’t end up in the obituaries, but imo a good story deserves to be told anyway.

So I’m almost out of the storefront of a (now-bankrupt) fast-fashion outlet, when a guy with a lanyard stops me and hands over a set of ankle socks that must have fallen out of my pocket when I grabbed my phone. He leaned in close and told me it was my choice: either he calls security OR I come by at closing for repayment. Honestly his smile and australian accent made it come across much friendlier than it sounds.

Maybe it was stupid but I took his offer, and handed over my phone as collateral. After spending a bus ride home and back in a cold sweat, I show up right as the staff were cashing out. The Aussie guy called out to his coworkers, reminding them that his niece (me??) was just here to wait for him.

He slipped me his lanyard and told me to wait by the tills. his ID read DAVID – SUPERVISOR with a beaming image of his face. He had an athletic build, with reddish-blonde hair and an even layer of stubble. I commited his face to memory in case I had to speak to the police later, but he was also just *so* photogenic

I had goosebumps as I watched employees leave one by one, smiling and waving at me as they left me to my fate. David must have seen my deer-in-the-headlights look as he locked up, and came over to hand me the store keys as well as my phone. He shrugged and told me that he already regretted giving me an ultimatum and informed me I could leave anytime BUT i could leave with a full outfit of my choosing, I’d let him do something.

“No judgements, just standing still” he smiled sheepishly. He seemed to be in his mid 20s, with a solid build and reddish blonde hair and a coat of stubble. I assumed at best he was just going to flash or jerk off at me, neither of which were new at this point (shout-out to city life). I told him I’d do it as long as he didnt murder me and that we could stop at any time. He laughed and said yes, then asked me to pick out a set of clothes and get changed.

I grabbed a big cozy sweater, high waisted shorts with a pair of thick leggings. I can’t remember the boots but honestly this store didn’t heave the greatest footwear. David suggested I grab a backpack too, to carry the clothes I’d arrived with. I changed privately in the changerooms, keeping an ear out for danger. he asked that I wear ONLY what I grabbed from the store, so went commando.

when I was done, he asked me to stand at the top of a boxy display area. It was only like a three foot elevation, but it was plenty high for a little goblin like me, standing 5’2 on a tall day. David stood below me and asked me to slow my breathing and fix my eyes on one of the racks of clothing. He then began to walk slowly around the platform, gingerly touching my clothes, making sure everything fit.

“When I kiss you, you can move again” he said, looking me up and down.

David’s touch slowly became more of a caress as he encircled me, starting by cupping my butt and moving his way up my waist all the way to my chest. He was tall enough to be able to reach most places with minimal effort. His grasp was confident, the way you’d touch an object and not a person. I’ll be honest, I felt a little light-headed from the firm grip of his hands, but managed to keep still.

By the time he’d started methodically kneading my tits I was starting to feel just a little wetness. My boobs are less than handfuls but really sensitive, so I began to feel more than a little wet. I think he picked up on my sensitivity, because he chuckled and placed a hand under my shorts and leggings, with his middle finger right above my clit . It took EVERYTHING for me not to grind against him in that moment.

After what seemed like hours David stepped up on the platform. He pulled my hair away from my neck and leaned in. The feeling of his stubble against my neck as he inhaled my scent almost made me shiver, but I was dead-set on bringing these clothes home with me. 

I felt a wave of relief as he gave me a soft, closed-lip kiss. I wobbled, and instinctively grasped his shirt to stay vertical. he rubbed my shoulders and asked if I felt okay. I couldn’t speak so I just slipped my tongue into his mouth and his hand back into my shorts. I felt like the hottest mess but had never been edged to that degree before.

As I stuck my head into the crook of his neck as I came, tasting his sweat and feeling completely enveloped in his grip. He helped me down and sat with me against the display while I recovered, and laughingly told me he’d grab me another pair of leggings. I was fucking drenched lmao. I asked to reciprocate but he told me he wasn’t too hot on his dick being touched. 

We talked a bit as I grabbed my things, it turns out he used to do this all the time with his GF, but they’d broken up due to long-distance issues. I coyly told him I’d “model” for him anytime, and we worked out that we could safely do this once every paycheque, so he could buy me one new garment each time.

Neither of us were able to commit to a relationship at the time, so we kept up this game till spring when he had to move back to help with an illness in the family. We still talk on Snapchat now and again, in fact he was the one to suggest I post this here (as long as I change his name). Also, we both feel a little guilty about how we met lol.

Anyway, David, I miss you and also I still have those leggings ?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dg6lbo/felt_up_by_a_mannequin_fetishist