The Mannequin That Kept My Fantasy That Summer
My father got me a little job for the vacation that first summer after I started university. He said he didn’t want to see me wandering around the house aimlessly, that the experience would help me understand the effort it takes to make a living. I was only thinking about the extra money for my little indulgences, so I didn’t complain too much.
The truth is, the idea didn’t excite me. The previous summers my only obligations were showing up at mealtimes and bedtime. But growing up brought new duties with it, and I ended up accepting a position as an administrative assistant in a clothing shop that had been found for me through acquaintances.
My tasks were simple and varied: opening the mail, organizing invoices, sorting and filing papers of all kinds. Quiet jobs, suitable for someone with no experience like me.
One of my duties was handing out the payslips every Friday. My boss gave me precise instructions on how to do it. Seeing my puzzled face in front of the bulky stack of envelopes, he explained that our office also handled the management of the place next door: a women’s clothing shop where, besides selling, they also made and altered party dresses.
Soon after, I found out that two saleswomen, three seamstresses, and two apprentices worked there. They were more or less my age, and my throat tightened the moment I saw them. They were gorgeous. Carolina had short, curly, very black hair, rounded features, a bit full-bodied and tremendously sensual. Daniela, on the other hand, was blonde, with straight hair, quite a bit taller and thinner, with that look of a girl whose body hasn’t quite finished rounding into curves yet.
Carolina was friendly and talkative with me. Daniela was pure shyness and modesty, quite a lot like me, who at that time was still an insecure boy, quick to blush.
The seamstresses, older women with plenty of life experience, immediately took control of the situation and started joking about how they might pair us up.
“Come on, girls… don’t let him leave without getting a date out of him.”
“What a handsome boy. If I were your age, I’d already be coming on to him.”
“Carolina, don’t be shy and keep him for yourself. Move fast before she steals him.”
They spoke about me as if I were some commodity. I didn’t entirely like it, but deep down I felt flattered and let myself be teased despite the blush. That group of women was much more forward and incisive than I was, and that intimidated me. When I went back to the office I couldn’t hide my nerves, which set off my boss’s laughter and jokes, since he understood perfectly what had happened.
***
The next day was Saturday and there were some finished orders that had to be delivered. The packages were on the upper floor of the shop next door, which also served as a storeroom.
“Go get the packages. Tell one of the girls to help you bring them down, since the client is in a hurry,” the manager ordered me.
I didn’t know how to ask any of them directly, so I told one of the seamstresses so she could organize it.
“Patricia, please go with this boy to the storeroom and help him bring down some packages.”
“Why me? You know I’m terrified of going up to the attic. It’s dark and full of cobwebs,” she replied at once.
“It doesn’t matter, I’ll just go alone,” I said, so my request wouldn’t turn into a scene.
I went up alone, intending to grab the packages quickly and be done with it as soon as possible. Up there everything was shut off from sunlight, the rooms dark and silent. No one had told me exactly where the boxes were, so I had to look for them. In a corner, among piled-up boxes and fabric, I came across a naked female mannequin.
Even though it was a plastic dummy, I felt an absurd urge to touch its breasts. I was ashamed of what I was about to do, but that didn’t stop me. I ran my hand over those rounded forms imitating a woman’s bust. It had no nipples, but the shape was surprisingly realistic. I felt excited and annoyed with myself at the same time.
It was the first time I’d touched breasts that way. I knew perfectly well they were plastic, and even so I was aroused imagining they could belong to a pretty girl, like Carolina or Daniela, the apprentices who were at that very moment one floor below.
No one was going to see me. I stood beside it and started groping it as if it were my partner. First I put my hand on its hip and then slid it down to the ass. What a perfect ass it has.
I was so hot I needed to jack off. I dropped my hand to my pants, freed myself, and started stroking. With the other hand I slipped my fingers between the plastic legs and pretended I was caressing a sex that didn’t exist. I masturbated hard, faster and faster, and lost all sense of time and place. I didn’t stop until I came in several spurts and shrank back, shaken by a brutal orgasm.
On the way down I passed in front of the girls and felt myself blush, uneasy, guilty about what I had just done. If they knew, I’d die of embarrassment. I stumbled and nearly dropped all the packages, which I was holding against my chest with difficulty so I could finish the errand quickly.
The seamstresses noticed my agitation and thought it was because of the two apprentices. The teasing started at my expense and laughter echoed through every corner. Carolina and Daniela kept a prudent silence, though inside they felt flattered and restless.
***
The following Friday I came back with the payslip envelopes. They had all been in on it and had a surprise ready for me.
“Carolina has to go up to the storeroom to fetch some patterns, but she won’t dare because she’s afraid of mice,” said one of the seamstresses. “Can you go with her so she feels safe?”
All the women in the room asked me in chorus to accompany her on “such a dangerous mission.” I blushed just thinking that we would be alone on the top floor, in the very same place where the week before I had masturbated next to the mannequin. Thank God that thing can’t tell tales.
When Carolina got up from her work table, I had to swallow several times so I wouldn’t choke. She was wearing a pleated miniskirt so short it seemed designed solely to highlight her round backside.
Seeing my reaction, the women couldn’t contain their laughter or their comments about how careful I had to be going up the stairs. It was obvious they had everything perfectly planned.
And indeed, the task turned out to be difficult in just the right way for “the boy” to have to escort the lady.
Carolina went up ahead of me on the narrow, dark staircase. I couldn’t look anywhere else but her ass. The sway of her hips had me completely dazed. My erection was so hard it hurt with every step I climbed.
By the time we reached the third floor there was no way to hide the bulge in my pants. Carolina, without even looking in that direction, knew perfectly well what was happening to me and wore a mischievous smile. She must have been confirming firsthand everything the others had predicted.
“Go ahead of me, I’m scared,” she told me.
As we moved through the nearly dark corridor, I felt her press herself against me under the pretext of feeling safer. Her chest flattened against my back and she held my waist with both hands.
We passed by the mannequin, which seemed to look at me with a certain sadness, maybe with jealousy.
Today a flesh-and-blood girl turns me on, I thought as I went by her side, as if trying to justify myself. I had no doubt where this was heading.
When we reached the pattern room, Carolina, very determined, brought over a stepladder and set it in place so she could reach the top shelf.
“Hold it for me, please, so I don’t fall,” she said, and immediately climbed up three rungs.
The hem of her skirt ended up right at face level. I only had to bend a little to see her thighs, her panties, and those firm buttocks. She had to know that while she rummaged through the boxes looking for the patterns, I was watching her. But she overcame her modesty and let me look.
“I don’t think they’re in this box,” she said in a tone of annoyance.
She climbed down, moved the ladder aside, and went back up. The perfect view of her private parts repeated itself, and I could barely hide the throbbing erection in my pants.
Her ass was once again right in front of my face, and my erection could no longer grow a single millimeter more. My testicles started to ache and I think I’d never had such a torturous time in my life. If I knew she wanted it too, I’d try something. But I didn’t dare. We had never had the slightest physical contact. If I made a move and she took it badly, I could risk my job.
After searching in several places, Carolina finally found what she needed.
The way back was quick. As we passed the mannequin I gave it a conspiratorial look. That pile of plastic had given me a lot of pleasure the other day and hadn’t made me suffer the way Carolina did.
Back in the workshop, crossing between the women, I couldn’t hide my agitation or my embarrassment. They watched us expectantly, trying to deduce what had happened when we were alone in the attic.
Soon they guessed it. Apparently, Carolina had played her assigned role to perfection, and I had been left exposed for not daring to overcome my shyness. The teasing started again and they all laughed, delighted by the situation they had so carefully set up.
“You didn’t leave the ladder leaning on the boxes, did you?” the manager asked me.
Seeing my uncertainty, she ordered me to go back up and put it on the floor so it wouldn’t fall. I went up quickly, eager to get this seamstresses’ little adventure over with and return to the calm of the office.
***
When I got upstairs, in the corner, the mannequin was looking at me with a clear smile of complicity. Without thinking too much about it, I reached out and touched its backside, just as I would have liked to do with Carolina. Despite the cold feel of the plastic, I felt something very special.
I stood beside it and started caressing it. I closed my eyes and saw Carolina. I got another erection as powerful as the first. I myself was surprised at how real it felt to imagine her while I touched the dummy.
With my eyes still closed, I took my hand to my fly, unfastened it, and freed myself. I was about to explode. I gave myself a few jerks and felt my legs go weak. I clenched my ass and rubbed hard. I came almost at once thinking of Carolina, the seamstress apprentice.
I opened my eyes, completely satisfied. That felt damn good.
And then, in the doorway, I spotted the silhouette of someone who had been watching me for a while. It was Carolina, who had come up to apologize for having agreed to be the bait in the joke they’d played on me. From the way she looked at me, biting her lip without saying a word, I understood that that summer still had a surprise or two in store for me.
