Jump the Next Fence

Meryl waddled away from the old man and his dog, dividing her attention between covering her chest and properly pulling her panties back up. When she reached the garden fence opposite the one she'd jumped down from, she jumped and hoisted herself up, too preoccupied with climbing to notice the panties slipping back down her hips and toward her thighs. The dog ran after her, jumping up and scrabbling against the fence, snapping at her but only managing to close its jaws on thin air once, twice...but not a third time. On the third, its mouth closed on one of the undergarments' leg holes, and it quickly tugged them fully down and off of Meryl completely. She felt it happen and suppressed a frustrated scream, but kept right on climbing, not wanting to be bitten again.

As she crested the top of the fence, she looked down at the dark garden before her. She had no notion of who lived in the house it belonged to, but she couldn't imagine they'd be worse than Mr Felnick and that horrid dog.

She went to jump down, and a moment too late felt her top had gotten snagged on something. Meryl fell down onto the other side, but the top stayed right where it was, tearing free of her body completely. Meryl was rendered speechless, **** to reckon with another bout of unintended and unwanted nudity. She landed, naked and afraid on the pebbled ground of this new garden, eyes wide with sickly surprise.

Meryl turned and looked up at the top, hanging from a jagged nail which stuck out crookedly from the top of the fence. Disbelief and annoyance welled up inside her, and the injustice of it all made her stamp her foot and yell, "YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!"

Right on cue, a large floodlight set above the backdoor of the house at the top of the garden switched on, and suddenly Meryl was both exposed and illuminated. She felt self-conscious enough at that alone, but when her gaze travelled down toward the back door, she suddenly felt much worse. The back door led directly into a small, lit-up dining room, the table of which was currently being eaten at. By what looked like a family. A mother at the head, the father next to her, and three teenage boys picking glumly at their plates of food. One of them saw her first, getting a glimpse of her in his peripheral vision and doing a double-take, before nudging his brothers. The other two boys looked up at her, awe slowly crystallising into open enjoyment as they shamelessly ogled her. Meryl was stunned, hands stuck uselessly at her sides. Eventually, the father looked up from his own plate and followed his sons' gazes. When his eyes landed on the naked girl in his garden, he adopted a look of indignation and pushed away from the table, setting his fork down, getting up and walking up to the back door. "Who are you?! What are you doing out there?!" He yelled, flinging the door open and stepping out into the garden.

Meryl backed away, putting her hands up to ward him off. "I-I...this isn't what it looks like, I—" she left the fence and kept on walking backwards, finally going to cover herself and frantically trying to stammer out an explanation. "I—I lost my clothes, and...just...please..." The father seemed both unimpressed and unconvinced, rolling up his sleeves as he advanced on her. "Sandra!" He called to his wife. "Call the police!" Then he went for her, trying to restrain this strange exhibionist who'd invaded his garden. Meryl squealed and ran from him, unrestrained assets jiggling as she ran away and up the garden.