Michelle Tries To Escape

The white T-shirt comes down to Michelle's hips, barely covering her pert little bottom and putting her toned thighs on display. She grips the hem with both hands, aware that even a slight breeze would be enough to flip it up. I feel a twinge of guilt about enjoying the situation, but I have to admit I'm loving the nervous expression on her face. She should probably ask to borrow some pants, as well, but we both know she's just flashed me, and she's too embarrassed to prolong the conversation any further.

"Okay... um... thanks! Gotta run now!"

"You need anything else? Like help getting inside, or..."

"Nope! I'm fine! Thanks for the T-shirt!" It's clear Michelle is blushing too much to look me in the eye. Looking for a way out of the conversation, she spots what seems like a golden opportunity - a half-open window, opening onto her living room. "I'll just get back in that way! Thanks, Zanzibar!"

"Okay, but..."

It looks so easy. All she has to do is climb back through the window, and she'll be safely inside her house. She pauses for just a moment as she realises it's going to make her shirt ride up, but it's a sacrifice she's willing to make for security. Besides, it'll only be for a moment, right? So she puts her hands on the windowsill, muttering a few curse words as the shirt rides up even further than she'd bargained for, and pulls herself in.

She's halfway through when the window slides shut, trapping her. Her head, arms and upper body are stuck inside the house, along with most of the shirt. Her kicking legs and beautiful brown bottom remain outside, with me. I hear more swearing and cries of frustration as she bangs against the wall, trying to free herself.

The shirt is short enough that, stuck in a bent-over position as she is, her bottom is basically bare. I take a moment to admire it. It's pleasingly heart-shaped, taut and wiggling and adorable. I can even see flashes of her pussy, framed between her lovely thighs. She kicks and squirms and struggles, her angry yelps muffled by the house walls, her naked ass clearly visible from the street. With no way out. A postman does a double-take as he spots her, dropping a sack of mail on the sidewalk. As long as nobody comes along to help her, she'll be stuck there, showing her pretty posterior to the world.