A Child is Stuck in the Inflatable Course

‘Excuse me, Mr Jackson?’ Emily had bunched her new, baggy t-shirt in the small of her back, but was worried that Mr Jackson might realise she was no longer wearing her bra and may disapprove. Therefore she poked her head around the door frame in the hope that he wouldn’t ask her to come in. ‘I’ve finished my job, is there anything else you’d like me to do?’

Alan looked up from his laptop, seeming a little startled, and hurriedly closed the screen. ‘Oh yes, thank you Emily. Erm, yes, I’ve had a report that a child has got lost inside the **** course and can’t find his way out. Can you go help?’

‘Oh dear, the poor thing!’ cried Emily. ‘I’ll rescue him right away! Thank you Mr Jackson!’

And with those words, she was gone.

‘Close the door!’ Alan called after her, but it was too late. ‘And it’s Alan, dammit.’ He muttered to himself.

The **** course was a large inflatable fun house affair, starting with a series of tunnels and platforms to form a maze, and this was where the boy was stuck. Emily found the boy’s parents trying to coax him out. ‘Hi, I’m Emily!’ she announced confidently, ‘and I’m here to rescue that little fellow!’ The man, presumably the dad, moved so that he was standing between Emily and his wife and smiled.

‘Thank you. His name is Peter, and he’s been in there for a while. He’s becoming quite distressed.’

Emily looked up at Peter who seemed anything but distressed, sitting on his platform picking his nose. ‘Don’t worry,’ she said, ‘I’ll have him back to you in a jiffy.’ Looking at the maze, it looked like Peter was the only kid in there. It was starting to get late and there were just a few families seated at the tables arranged in the entrance, where parents could normally relax whilst their kids let off some steam in the play area.

Emily launched herself into the maze of tunnels, quickly realising that this was really not designed for grown-ups. Often she would reach a dead end and be **** to slide back to the previous junction. She became painfully aware of her baggy t-shirt, having to hold onto the hem with one hand and manoeuvre with the other, for fear of it rolling up and exposing her naked breasts. At times there would be a ramp up or a slide down to another level, and she traversed these very carefully in order to avoid any wardrobe malfunctions.

She began to wonder how long it was going to take her to reach Peter when she saw him and his parents walking away from the **** course. ‘How did he…?’ she wondered, simultaneously pleased that he had escaped, and slightly irritated to now be lost in the maze herself.

Shortly she came to an open area with large rods sticking up from the floor, and large weighted shapes hanging from above. Unsteadily on the inflatable floor she tried to pick her way through the rods, but occasionally bumped into one, bounced off it and hit one of the weights, which would then swing back and bounce her onto the floor. Twice she landed on the floor, horrified to see that whilst bouncing around her shirt had somehow flipped right up to her chin. This, she realised, is exactly why Mr Jackson had given her the very tight shirt, to avoid this sort of thing. My, he was so clever. No wonder he was the boss!

Luckily, Emily seemed to get away with her new t-shirt problems. She glanced over at the people sitting near the **** course, hoping a little that one of the dads would take notice of the girl stumbling around, and might watch her as she fell, her shirt riding up so he got a good look at her naked boobs. He might rush over to help her, fighting his way through the obstacles, take her in his arms, kiss her and carry her out to safety.

Emily realised with a start that she had been lying here for what seemed like an age, with silly fantasies running through her head. She could feel that her nipples were erect again, and was embarrassed that she had done this with her silly, naughty thoughts. Even more concerning was the tingling feeling very low in her tummy, which made her panties and shorts feel like they were a little too tight. She wasn’t sure, but she felt like she might be getting a little bit moist in her lady garden. If she had been at home in her own bed she might be tempted to touch herself down there, but here she was at work! Her new job which she had only been doing for about 90 minutes! She must not let these silly, rude thoughts distract her!

Making it through these obstacles, she came to a what looked like a representation of a log fallen across a ravine. A large beam stretched across a pit full of small foam shapes and the exit was finally on the other side of this last hurdle! Gingerly placing a foot on the beam, Emily was dismayed to find that it was able to rotate; if she tried to walk across it, tightrope style, she would surely lose her balance and fall into the foam pit. Looking around, she saw that the only people left here were three men, whose wives and children had presumably moved on somewhere else, and they were chatting. One of the men looked over. ‘Are you okay darling?’ he called, seeming amused at seeing a grown girl struggling with the children’s obstacle course. ‘Oh, fine! Fine, thank you!’ Emily tried to project more confidence than she was feeling as she lowered herself onto the rough beam.

She figured that if she sat on it, one leg hanging down either side, then shuffled her bottom along the pole, she should be able to balance. What was it? 15 feet? You can do this, she told herself. The beam was rough on her hands, covered in some sort of felty Velcro type of material, presumably to give traction to kids walking across.

After a couple of shuffles forward, Emily was past the point of no return. She couldn’t reach the platform behind her, but felt that this was more difficult than it should be. Trying to shuffle forward again she realised that the jersey material of her shorts had pretty much fused with the rough covering of the beam, and she was stuck.

The three men seemed to have paused their conversation, and were all staring at her as she tried to decide what to do. She couldn’t move forward or backwards, as her shorts were completely stuck to the pole. She decide to try to lift herself vertically off the pole, as surely this was the only way to free her shorts. Then she felt herself flip upside down and the whole world turned yellow.

The three men were enjoying watching the sexy girl in the yellow t-shirt. Thank heavens their missus’ had gone to find somewhere to eat with the kids, as now they had a private, uninterrupted showing of this girl, with her long legs dangling on either side, rubbing her pussy and ass along this huge pole. For some reason she had stopped a short way onto the pole, and was straddling the beam with her hands placed flat in front of her, rocking her hips back and forth as if she were humping a gigantic cock.

In a flash she rolled over to one side, her arms flailing. Her t-shirt flopped down to cover her face, uncovering her big, round, naked tits. Somehow, as if by magic, she didn’t fall. With her legs still either side of the pole she just hung there, arms pointing to the floor, t-shirt covering her face, breasts impressively pert even though she was dangling upside down, with her pink nipples clearly erect and pointing straight forward.

She squealed, reached up to cover her tits which spilled out around her small hands, then silently slid out of her grey shorts and disappeared into the pit full of foam pieces. As she clambered over the side of the rail and ran out of sight, holding down the hem of her t-shirt, trying in vain to cover up her red panties and her lovely, peachy bottom as it jiggled with each step, somehow her grey shorts still hung in the air, upside down, stuck to the big pole.