Looking Up

‘What?’ cried Emily, forgetting her plan to stay still and calm. ‘No key? I can’t stay handcuffed like this!’ She spun around to face Sophie and everybody but Vanessa, who was now behind her, gasped. ‘Sophie, you are going to have to find the key! Or something to get me out of these things!’ Her shoulders shook as she strained against the cuffs. She spun around again as she felt Vanessa’s hands touch her bottom. ‘What are you doing now?’ she shouted. Vanessa looked shocked, and meekly replied, ‘I’m sorry, I was trying to pull your dress down, it has ridden up your bottom.’

Emily looked down at herself. Not only had the tight dress ridden up to expose her bottom and her lady garden, but it had also fallen down to let her boobs spring free. ‘Eek!’ she shrieked, darting around to find somewhere she could hide. Nowhere in the room allowed her adequate cover.

Melody tried to calm her. ‘Emily! Emily, please calm down. Look, we can sort this out. We are here to help you, okay? First, if you stand still I can help you cover up. Okay? Second, I know somebody who might be able to take those handcuffs off. So please, just let me help you, yes?’

Emily looked into Melody’s sincere eyes, and felt much more calm. She breathed deeply – she found this much easier now that the dress was not constricting her chest, at least.

Sophie spoke up. ‘Yes, Emily, we can all help you. Just trust us, okay? It’s going to be alright.’ Vanessa and Susan nodded eagerly.

Emily suddenly felt very lucky to have a good friend like Sophie.

In short order all four girls were attending to Emily. Sophie tied her damp hair into a pony tail. Susan knelt down in front of her, tugging the hem of the dress and smoothing it down over her hips, bottom and thighs so it wouldn’t ride up so easily. She even ran her fingers up between her legs just to be sure the dress was low enough to cover everything – Looking up at Emily with those smoky eyes she slid her hand up the inside of Emily’s thigh, and if, as happened many times, her fingers touched her bottom or lady bits before reaching the fabric of the dress she would adjust the hem a little more and try again. Emily had to hold her breath each time this test was performed, even though her new friend was being so very helpful it always sent a delightful tingle shooting through her abdomen which made her feel excited and a little shy.

Melody and Vanessa struggled to ease Emily’s large breasts back into the dress, pulling the fabric up while at the same time holding her boob in the other hand, then trying to slide the hand away without uncovering her again. This also was not an easy task, and was made more difficult when, embarrassingly, Emily’s nipples started to become erect. Melody had the idea to hold a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and use it to manoeuvre her breast into the dress, and after a few tries it worked.

Eventually Emily was flushed and quite stimulated, but at least was back inside the dress. Her concupiscent state made it difficult to avoid breathing heavily in the very tight dress, but she resolved to make sure she stayed covered this time. But at least she knew that her friends would be on hand to help her again if anything happened.

Melody then called her friend, who she said would almost certainly be able to do something about the lock. She said he definitely had experience of picking locks, and also had experience of handcuffs. Emily wasn’t sure how you would go about picking up this kind of experience, and didn’t pay much attention to the conversation. She stood in the centre of the room, and couldn’t help squeezing her thighs or buttocks together rhythmically, just because, actually, it felt nice.

Melody finished her phone call. ‘Good news! Carl says this is easy, and he’d be happy to help. Sophie, can we go in your car? He’s at work at the moment, so we have to go and meet him there.’

While Emily would prefer not to have to go out, at least she had some clothes, she had made new friends, and here was somebody who seemed confident that he could remove these stupid handcuffs. Maybe, finally, this evening was beginning to look up?