[Originally posted by TeratonArm]
Megan squirmed, feeling her undershorts caught on the join, pulling them ever tighter, and each time she moved she could feel her T-Shirt riding up slightly higher. She rolled her eyes as she felt it tug up high enough to snag on the underside of her bra. Of course her shirt would get snagged too.
"Uh... H-hey! You okay up there?"
Megan froze, her mild frustration suddenly erased by a flush of embassment. Someone had walked into the bookshop, and was currently beneath her. Between her socks and her bunched up T-Shirt, Megan's body was almost on full display to them. Sure she was wearing her undershorts, but they were pulled so tight by the wedgie she was under no illusion that they covered anything any more.
"Do I look okay?" she finally gasped. "I'm stuck!"
She almost instantly regretted the words. Suddenly she felt a pair of hands on her knee, tugging hard. Rather than freeing her, the motion instead just dug the wedgie even deeper into her pussy, shooting a jolt of pain through her body. "Fuck!" she screamed, wiggling enough to feel her T-Shirt now slip up enough to flash her green bra to the woman - or at least it had sounded like a female voice - underneath her.
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