Move slowly out of view and then climb out the window...

Bree darts her eyes around the room. The window, it's the only way. She can't make it through the hallway with him right there.

Looks like she's going to get to take her moonlit stroll after all...

She starts sliding slowly down, eyes fixed on his, his fixed on the laptop. Her white panties slip under the bottom edge of the mirror, her smooth stomach passing along after them, then the curve of her bare breasts, her nipples slip out of view. She could be wearing an off-the-shoulder top, now. Then he slips out of sight, and she finds her nearly-bare backside on the cool tile, knees splayed, heart no longer stopped but racing.

The impending doom suddenly much less impending, Bree finds another emotion jumping to the forefront of her mind, and finds her hand slipping its way back under her panties with a mind of its own once more. Her awkward stance has pulled her drippingly wet slit gently open, her fingertips finding hot, tender flesh ready and waiting for them to slip inside. She bites her lip, stopping herself and looking over at the window.

She turns, crawling across the cool tile, her fingers slipping at first, soaked in her own juices. With each motion, she rubs her thighs achingly together, sending wonderful little tingles up her spine. She pulls up to the window and it slides easily and quietly open. She can catch a break after all...

She pulls up, pressing through the narrow space, her breasts dragging across the cold aluminum seal, and she lets out a gasp as her nipples drag through. Halfway in and halfway out, her bare breasts out in the open of the dark night (well, behind this bush), her panty-clad ass seemingly at the ready, the thought of Mr. Weatherby catching her here, caught in the window, crosses her mind. At first he tries to pull it open, but it won't budge, and that just presses his growing erection up against her nearly-bare backside.

"Maybe if I took off my panties I'd fit..." She'd offer. He'd find that to be a great idea. Couldn't hurt, right? "Maybe if you reach through and grab my tits?"

Okay, maybe not. Bree frowns at how far down the mulch behind these bushes is. She wriggles up, reaching out below her as her thighs work their way to the window sill. Suddenly, her center of gravity passes through the window and she tumbles head-first into the mulch.

"Ahh!" Bree shrieks, rolling upright, the dirty ground rough against her bare skin. She pulls herself up, her bare breasts jiggling as she wipe the stubborn specks off. She works her way down, rubbing it off her bare arms, her bare stomach, her bare hips, her bare butt cheeks, her bare thighs...

He nipples weren't the only thing to catch on that aluminum seal! Bree glances back at the window to find...