Twilight Robbery

Meryl scurried across the street, palms flat against her pussy in an effort to cover it from prying eyes. She recalled that the neighbours right next to Mr Felnick were a mother and daughter, the latter of which was of an age with her sister, Missy. With any luck, she might be able to find some clothes there. She didn't bother with the front door or any of the windows, as all were dark, leading her to conclude that neither occupant was currently at home. Instead, Meryl went around to the side of the house, where a tall wooden gate separated their garden from the street. She eyed the thing up briefly, figuring she could probably get up and over it with a little ingenuity.

The effort proved more difficult than she expected, such that when she ended up clambering up and over the gate, the front of her shirt started riding up, the front having gotten caught on the separated spokes at the top. Unable to correct this until her feet were back on the ground, Meryl was **** to stand naked for a several chilly moments while she tried to free the shirt from the gate, the height of it requiring her to jump in order to make a grab for it, making her uncovered tits and round buns jiggle suggestively with each hop; during all this, she found herself wishing dearly that no one could see her from here, she wasn't sure she could take the embarrassment of having to explain away what would no doubt appear to be nothing less than a nude breaking and entering attempt. Eventually, she managed to free the shirt and hurriedly slipped it back on, feeling somehow more dignified while wearing it, despite her bare bottom half. After all that, Meryl's hair was all over the place, so she tried her best to fix it and, when satisfied, turned and started creeping down the garden path, keeping her eyes peeled the whole way.

She didn't know this set of neigbours by name, and was reasonably sure she'd only seen them a handful of times. From memory, it was just a mother and daughter, and at this time of day they'd likely both be out — small mercy. Not wanting to leave something as important as her dignity and reputation among their neighbours to chance, Meryl inched toward the corner of the house's side wall and peered round it. The garden was empty, thankfully, and on closer inspection there was no one in the kitchen either. Concluding that she wouldn't have a better opportunity than this, Meryl set her sights on their washing line, where a scant few items swayed in the cool, evening breeze. She'd hoped there'd be something sensible and proper, like a decently long skirt, or even a pair of trousers, but when she got closer her shoulders sagged and she resisted the urge to curse. The line was almost empty, save for a few nightclothes (only tops, unfortunately) and a single pair of panties. Meryl frowned at the sight of them, but that evening breeze drifting through her bare legs quickly reminded her of how **** the situation was down below in terms of coverage. She would have to swallow her pride again, and steal another pair of knickers. At least this pair was clean, she reminded herself as she reached out and plucked them off of the clothes pegs that kept them pinned to the line. Meryl held them up to what remained of the day's light, and instantly felt a shiver of revulsion.

She'd expected something plain, ideally white and featureless like the pair she'd lost that same morning...but no. They were disgustingly cutesy, there was no way in hell these belonged to the mother, so it could only be the daughter that had such...immature taste in underwear. It was odd, because Meryl was sure the girl was Missy's age, if not her own, and yet these looked like they belonged to someone much younger. First of all, the colour was bright pink, a small rainbow graphic running across the front, with a landscape dominated by a fairytale-looking tower situated underneath it. On the backside, the words, "Genuine Princess!" were printed in embossed, glittery lettering. It made Meryl flush just to look at, let alone contemplate wearing them, but then the alternative was creeping around with her privates on display, and that appealed to her even less!

Grumbling quietly, she lowered them to her feet and stepped into them, sliding them up her legs with shaking hands. They were tighter on her than she would have liked, though nothing compared to the lost-and-found pair that had kicked this day of obscenity and embarrassment off. Turning on the spot, she inspected herself, fishing the material out from between her buttocks a couple of times and smoothing down the front, where a camel toe kept threatening to form. She looked up into the kitchen windows to see how it looked, in short, it was far from decent, but it was something at least, and it let her breathe a little easier, knowing she wasn't quite as exposed as she had been moments previously.

The next order of business was getting back home, the easiest route to which was back acrosd the street. Meryl went back to the gate she'd come through and was ready to start climbing over it when several cars pulled up, several guys who looked to be in their late teens getting out and gathering outside one of the houses a few doors down from her own on the other side of the street. "Shoot!" She whispered. As long as this lot were over there, she could hardly run across the road back to hers, especially when there was no guarantee how long it would take her to find a way back inside. She supposed she could wait them out, and for a few minutes she tried just that, watching through the peep hole in the gate and waiting patiently for them to get back in their cars and go. Unfortunately for Meryl, no such moment arrived, they simply clustered outside the house and chatted amongst themselves. What to do? What to do?!

Meryl sighed, drumming her fingernails against the wooden gate, furiously brainstorming another way out of this. In short order, an idea came to her: she could jump the adjacent fences, get a few doors down, then crosd the street unseen and climb back across the little walls dividing one house's front area from another. Easy enough, but risky. At this point, though? Risky seemed to be all she had left. Nodding to herself, she snuck back away from the gate and into the garden, then went over to the right-hand stretch of garden fence and climbed up it, careful to plant her feet on the horizontal joints for easy footholds, and not make too many unnecessary movements, for fear of splinters.

Within half a minute or so, Meryl was cresting the top of the fence. She gave the garden before her a once-over, and was pleased to see that it also appeared empty, so without further ado, she went to hop down from the fence.