Free At Last

The old fart shuffled nearer, his head level with Alison's crotch. He sniffed, taking in the unmistakable scent of her arousal. Then he noticed the telltale wet stains between her thighs.

"Well, well. There's a naughty girl" he chuckled.

"Mr. Silvers, please!"

Alison's voice tipped over. Her cheeks burned. She couldn't imagine anything more embarrassing and humiliating. But as things were, she had to depend on him to save her ass, literally.

"Just a little fun. Don't worry."

He put the chair below her dangling feet, but there were still a couple of inches between her soles and the saving surface. Alison struggled to reach it with her toes. She gasped and panted not only from the exertion. The nearby observer grinned cheekily.

"It won't work." Alison groaned. "Isn't there anything else, you can do?"

He looked around sheepishly.

"I'll lift you up. Okay?" He suggested.

She didn't like the idea at all, but what choice did she have? She nodded grudgingly.

He got closer, firmly embraced her legs, and started to heave her. While doing so, he pressed his face against her belly. Alison figured that he did it deliberately, but kept quiet. He strained his back, and Alison rose a little bit, but not enough. Wheezing, he let her go and stepped back.

"I'd thought that was easier." He admitted.

Alison was ****. She'd rather not have even more witnesses of her predicament, but she didn't see any other solution.

"Mr. Silvers, could you please call someone else to help me?"

He looked at her, musing, then he snapped his fingers.

"That'll do. Why didn't I think of it earlier?"

He turned on the spot and scampered back into his house.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

He returned with a pair of scissors.

"Oh, no! Don't you dare!" Alison threatened him and kicked her legs.

He nevertheless approached her with the cutting tool.

"Eh. Hold still, else I'll nick you." He warned.

Snip.

Alison heard the overstrained fabric rip. Then she was suddenly free. Her panty gave finally way, and she involuntarily flashed her abused, brightly red, glistening wet, cleanly shaven pussy at her creepy neighbor. Then she fell, slumped down on the grass, and found herself eye level with the palpable bulge in his pants.

"Thanks, I think?" She burst out and made a dash for her own backyard.

"No problem. Anytime." He called after her and waved, enjoying the nice view of her bouncing buttocks.