...No

For a fleeting instant, Meryl thought she saw pity in Mr Felnick's eyes, but then the old man gulped noticeably, then looked past her at his dog and gave a short, sharp whistle. Meryl exhaled shakily, and as the Jack Russell looked up and bared its teeth at Meryl's full, round arse, she looked over her shoulder, the fear in her eyes palpable. She was too slow to react before the dog reared up and jumped at her, sinking its teeth into her juicy right cheek.

Meryl's lips went all a-quiver, she made a pained shriek and staggered backwards, reaching around behind herself in a bid to dislodge the animal from her bare butt, carelessly leaving her pussy uncovered in the process. The dog's grip was firm, forcing her to move from side to side and spin in endless revolutions to try and get it off her. To Mr Felnick, she was essentially shaking arse and making her tits bounce wildly underneath her top right there in front of him, and he was enjoying every second of it. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Let go! You're hurting me!" She smacked the dog's snout, but that only seemed to make it angrier, causing it to let out a deep growl and bite down harder. Meryl was distraught, slapping the dog's head and body over and over again, crying out in a caustic mix of shock, humiliation and pain; once or twice she even called out for her mummy, pointless though it was. Eventually she lost her footing, falling and finally making the dog let go when her rear made contact with the ground. Her legs splayed open as she lay there, the view of her perfect snatch so intimate it actually made Mr Felnick blush. Meryl was sobbing inarticulately now, "No, no...you're not supposed to see me like this! This can't be happening!"

She quickly closed her legs, barely managing not to hyper-ventilate, spots of pink rising on her cheeks from the sheer, crippling embarrassment of it all. Scrambling to her feet, she struggled with the panties still tangled up by her knees. She thought at first she'd finally been given a respite, but then the growling started up again. Meryl turned to look at the dog and skipped forward away from it just a little too far, and bumping right into Mr Felnick. Bewildered, she looked at him, then took a shuffling step back. Felnick gazed down at her, very much appreciating the view of the girl's crotch, but for some reason his eye was drawn to the half-fallen undies. There was something undeniably sexy about an attractive, flustered and barely-dressed nineteen year old with her knickers halfway down her shapely legs; but then that had always been an odd but consistent rule — partial undress was so often more erotic than complete nudity, and this was no exception.

He was almost regretful when his thoroughly irate animal came back in for round three, dashing in and gripping the hem at the back of Meryl's top, prompting another series of girlish screams from the poor dear. Once it had a good grip on the hem, there was no going back and Meryl cried out again at the sensation of the entire garment being sharply tugged at. She put up her best effort at resistance, groping down by her knees repeatedly in an effort to pull her panties back up, while trying to fend the Jack Russell off with her other hand. "I said let go!" She yelled, her pupils dilating as she felt the front of her top beginning to give way. Her hand moved to the front to try and **** the top to stay closed, and at the same time she managed to put the other through one of the tangled and twisted panties' leg holes and start pull them lop-sidedly up to around her thighs. "This isn't fair! I don't deserve this! I don't dese—" she was interrupted by a loud ripping sound as buttons on the front of the top tore themselves free of their holes, the two sides of it parting like a stage curtain in turn to reveal her naked breasts. To her horror, Meryl's full, perky tits bounced gloriously upwards from the excess motion of the top's explosion, all gentle curves and pert pink nipples, while Mr Felnick's eyes followed every little jiggle, "NO! ANYTHING BUT—" but it was too late, the memory of her accidental peep show across from Felnick's bedroom window flashed before her eyes, and she saw the same happening to his.

A disbelieving smile registered on his lips as it came back to him. "It...it's you," he said. "You're...beautiful..." Meryl burned beneath his gaze, her breath literally taken away by the dizzying lightness the torrid situation had instilled in her. She looked down at her own mostly-nude body and whimpered incoherently. Where her hands rested, she felt heat radiating off of her skin; despite the unintentional nature of her exposure, she felt a twinge of shame at how brazen it was. It felt so very...naughty, the lightness was of the same kind as the uncertainty she'd felt as a child when she knew she'd done something wrong and was **** to sit around hoping neither of her parents noticed. She knew she needed to cover herself, but her limbs wouldn't respond, and the more time passed with the old man's eyes drinking up the sight of her naked body, the hotter she grew.

Finally, the insistent yapping of the dog brought her to her senses, and she immediately shoved a hand down between her soft thighs, gasping at the sheer warmth down there. It was so hot...and the way he was looking at her...it made her fingertips just the smallest bit wet. She shook her head in disbelief, this couldn't be turning her on! Meryl felt her cheeks flush, and started taking shuffling steps backwards, her movements restricted by the slinky little panties hanging by her knees. So eager to get away was she that she left them like that as she waddled away from Felnick, turning and thoughtlessly flashing her cute, lightly wounded butt at him in her blind, sexually-charged panic. She didn't want to think about how long he'd fantasise about what had just transpired, how long the image of her buck naked (or near enough) and screaming would sustain him.

An arm came up in a feeble bid to cover her exposed chest, and for a split second she stopped and looked between the fence and the path leading round to Mr Felnick's side gate. Which to choose? How to get away without needing to endure any more humiliation?