Crawl

Ashley could only see one option: getting the coat back without being seen. She looked towards it, then at the seat it was in front of, then the floor. She got an idea.

She would crawl underneath the seats to reach the coat, then slink back to her seat and put it back on. No one would be the wiser.

Ashley peeked around from the seat, and waited until no one was looking, and dashed to the opposite seat. She was afraid the sound of her hitting the seat would draw attention, but thankfully, it didn’t. Her heart still racing, she slid off the seat onto the floor, and got onto her stomach. Already, she could see the coat lying on the floor ahead of her. She gulped, and started crawling.

She was lucky, as the seats had enough room underneath them that she could just barely fit, and the floor was surprisingly clean, likely cleaned recently. Although, as she scooted along on her belly, the floor did provide some...unexpected consequences to this plan. Mainly her breasts rubbing against the cool floor, quickly making her nipples hard once more, much to Ashley’s chagrin. Her thighs were also touching the floor, which were still slightly sticky, so she was painfully aware of them against the floor as well.

Due to the tight space, her ass also rubbed against the bottom of the seats, and the familiar leather felt way too damn good against her bare cheeks. She simply gritted her teeth and tried to ignore the sensations she was being bombarded with.

So she continued, silently making her way under the seats, until she was right behind the one her coat was at. She couldn’t crawl out to get it, or else she’d be seen. She’d have to reach for it, and try to pull it without making a sound.

Holding her breath, Ashley reached out a hand towards the coat. She wasn’t quite close enough, so she scooted just a bit closer, her head almost visible from underneath. She reached out, and just as she felt the fabric under her fingers...