With A Little Help

Alison racked her brain to find a way out of her awkward position. She reached her hands behind her back and tried to lift herself up, but to no avail. She heaved and pushed. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She simply couldn't muster enough strength. Doing so under Mr. Silvers' scrutinizing gaze didn't make it any easier.

Well, she thought, if I can't lift myself up, perhaps I can loosen my knickers and tug them free from the picket. She started to wriggle her bubble butt against the wooden boards. Soon, she became aware, that this idea hadn't been the smartest one. The grip of her panties against her nether regions became ever tighter. The taut fabric bit into her soft flesh. She whimpered and tried to ease the pressure by tugging at the hem. It only made it worse. The tight cotton slipped into her ass crack and between her puffy pussy lips.

"Ou!"

Her eyes shot open. It felt funny. Definitely achy, yes. But also ... um ... exiting?

The tense cloth also hugged and ground into her clit. The more she fidgeted, the more intense became the unwanted stimulation. Her pained groans inadvertently changed into moans. Her nipples grew and started to poke through her thin top.

"You're still good?" Mr. Silvers inquired.

Alison blushed deeply. It was quite the spectacle she presented to him.

"Um ... ah ... yeah. Just give me a minute."

She squinted towards him and nearly grossed out. His right hand had disappeared below the window sill, and the ominous movements of his arm clearly gave it away. He fondled himself while watching her dangling from a fence. How could he? Ew!

She doubled her effort to free herself. The only effect was, that she rubbed and chafed herself even harder. Her reamed pussy was on fire, her mangled clit shot hot flashes of lightning into her womb. To her utter embarrassment, she felt herself getting damp down there. No, no, no! That couldn't be, it mustn't be!

With drooping head she resigned.

"Em, Mr. Silvers, sorry to bother you. Would you mind helping me?"

"Why, no problem. I'll be right there."

He straightened up and disappeared from the window, only to reappear a moment later in his backdoor dragging along a black folding chair.

"We'll have you plucked down in no time, you'll see."