Between the fridge and the counter

You’ll take advantage of the blind spot from most of the kitchen. Even if Elaine were to enter the kitchen and look around, there’s nowhere you could hide beyond the point where this side of the refrigerator comes into her field of vision, so hopefully she won’t bother walking that far in.

You start to squeeze into your tight hiding spot, but you quickly realize you may have faced yourself the wrong way as {if Times Caught = 1}the chill of the refrigerator permeates your t-shirt and leaves your nipples wanting for heat. This shirt is comfortable, but it’s so razor-thin that it doesn’t protect your boobs from the cold at all…{else@}your bare breasts are pressed against the cool metal of the refrigerator.{endif} Your butt isn’t doing much better, squished uncomfortably against the countertop such that you can feel it spilling out both over and under the fake marble. You really do just barely fit in here… Maybe it’s not too late to switch which way you’re facing? Your butt could take the cold better than your sensitive nips could, and your boobs wouldn’t push against the countertop. “Here I come!” yells Elaine through the house. Shoot! It’s definitely too late now, so you’ll just have to stay here.

It doesn’t take long for Elaine to shuffle into the kitchen, and your heart pounds in your chest as you hope she’ll pass through without seeing you. She walks around a bit, checking the pantry, shuffling some things around, and just generally not leaving the room fast enough. Your nipples stiffen under the oppressive cold and your confidence in your spot begins to waver, but Elaine’s footsteps make their way out of the kitchen, taking your pounding pulse with them. Yes! If she didn’t find you after all that, you might make it the full 15 minutes here.

Several minutes later, Elaine re-enters the kitchen, her footsteps noticeably more hurried than before. Not quite as hurried, though, as your breathing as you inhale and exhale loudly to try to cope with the intense cold in your chest, scarcely thinking about how much easier it makes you to find. Helped along by your labored breaths, she homes in on your location and finds you right away.

“My, that looks a bit chilly,” Elaine chuckles. Your eyes are shut tightly as you endure the biting cold, but you imagine that her expression is smug as hell.

Eager to get out of your predicament, you begin to shimmy out of your hiding spot, only to halt as your rock-hard nipples brush against the fridge and **** a sharp gasp out of you. You repeat the motion with similar results, and you hear a lecherous sigh from your girlfriend.

“Don’t just stand there, help me out of here!” you command.

“I’m doing well. And you?” she replies, leaving you unsure if she even understood your request. She’s probably too busy enjoying the lewd image of your squished boobs and butt to process words…

At last, you wedge yourself out of your spot and face Elaine with your best pouty face. “You should help your girlfriend when she gets stuck, you know!” you lecture her.

“My only regret is that I didn’t take a picture,” she replies.