That Coppertone Feeling

Meryl landed on the soft, green grass of Mr Felnick's back garden. Save for the pokey little shed in the back corner, and some kind of odd-looking yellow device a few feet away, it was indeed empty. She glanced over at the window overlooking this garden, and relaxed her shoulders a little when she saw the room beyond was dark and seemingly uninhabited. Meryl stepped forward, looking this way and that, the princess knickers she'd stolen slowly working their way back into a wedgie as she went. She stopped about halfway across the garden to the next fence, unable to bear the uncomfortableness of the wedgie any longer, then let out a relieved sigh once she'd extracted it from between her tight cheeks.

While still caught in the subtle ecstasy of relieving herself of the wedgie, the light in the nearby window came on. Meryl jumped out of her skin, stumbling back just in time for a figure to shuffle over to the back door and open it. Meryl stared as Felnick came into view, the door swinging open to reveal not only his stooped, doddering form, but another, much smaller one. For a single instant, Meryl thought — though it was really more of a hope — that he was simply letting out a cat, but then the barking started, and with a sinking feeling she watched a little, yappy Jack Russell Terrier sprint across the grass toward her.

"N-nice doggy?" She asked in a quavering voice, but naturally she had no such luck. The dog slammed into her leg, then started up on its hind legs and touched its paws to her thigh. Meryl's reaction was nothing less than unadulderated terror, immediately she began shrieking and wheeling about in circles, trying to simultaneously shoo the dog away with her hands. It paid her no notice, instead going through her legs and round the back of her. Meryl hadn't the slightest idea what it was doing...until she felt a rough tugging on the back of her knickers.

"Wha—" she turned and looked over her shoulder, the dog had its jaws clamped around the material of the back of the stolen underwear, and it quickly began to pull at it. "No! No, bad dog!" She screamed, turning on the spot to try and shake it off. The dog hung on for dear life, and when its paws next touched the ground, it resumed pulling with renewed vigour, so much so that Meryl soon began to feel the panties slipping down from her hips. She shrieked again and tugged at the waistband in a bid to keep them up, but the dog was surprisingly strong for its size, and she realised with dismay that she was seconds away from flashing her pussy at Mr Felnick, who was now shuffling out onto the patio to get a better look at what was going on. "Let go!" She squealed, pulling and pulling with all her might to keep her hard-won underwear on, and vividly aware of the spectacle she was making of herself for the viewing pleasure of Mr Felnick. "Ooh, no! No, don't take these away from me, doggy, please!" She whined. The dog paid her no notice, and the princess panties continued their journey down past her groin, sliding haltingly down her smooth thighs. Her cheeks were bright red, and she was staggering around, the waistband stretching and stretching farther away from her, bringing more and more of her plump derriere into view. Now they were low enough on her that she was **** to place a shaky hand over her pussy in order to keep it out of Mr Felnick's sight, all while the dog continued its **** on what little remained of her dignity. "Sit! Stay! Heel! Heel! Please!" She squealed, just in time for the dog to tug the panties down to her knees. In response, Meryl tried to push her knees inward and halt their journey down. This momentarily stopped it, and she looked up to see Felnick grinning like a madman at her, the old boy clearly thinking of this as nothing less than the treat of a lifetime as he stood there, watching the gorgeous, demure neighbour's daughter struggling to keep what little clothing she had on, mincing about while his Jack Russell did its best to strip her.

Meryl stared at him pleadingly and whispered, "H-help me!"