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A Sexy Day in Suburbia | Matuga | 48

 

"Sure!" replies one of the guys eagerly, and they all wait for you to get up so they can see if the robe gives them any peeks - no dice, though, as you gingerly get up and head to the kitchen, Tommy at your side and his 3 friends behind you, watching your butt sway beneath the robe as you start to go through the kitchen.

You open up cupboards and slide open drawers - you have no idea what's where, and Tommy's looking through papers and a couple of containers of items, apparently thinking it'd be hidden somewhere for safekeeping. His friends, however, make no effort at all, wandering around aimlessly and pretending to look on he floor, or in places you've already run through, although when you make any effort to reach up they seem to follow your every move as your flimsy garment shifts around you, and you have to retie your sash again discreetly.

It only takes a few minutes to clear most of the kitchen, and come to the high shelves. You see a basket up there, and without thinking, start to reach for it. Tommy has finished his sorting through odds and ends, and watches as you reach as high as you can, getting on your tip toes and extending one hand to grab the basket. Eventually, you abandon all hope of balancing, and extend both arms, one on the shelf to steady, and the other to reach up. Just as you managed to grab the basket, you finally lose your balance, and the guys who were so eager to not help you reach the top shelf seem to suddenly be at your side, and one of them keeps you from falling down, the basket now toppled over on the counter, spilling notes and coupons everywhere.

"Thank you..." you lean back into your unknown rescuer, gently extracting his hands from your robe, which he'd pulled apart dangerously in his haste to steady you.

"John."

"...John." You finish, looking back at his eyes which are running down your partly exposed torso as you reset your robe. There's no sign of the key in the basket, so you and your wayward party head upstairs, and you all make your way into the Clefts' master bedroom.

It's immaculately clean, the bed perfectly made, and few items marring the tidy dressers. The guys all seem a bit uneasy in here - it's somewhere they're not supposed to be and even Tommy looks a bit apprehensive - but you walk in as if you on the place. You're not here to steal anything, just to get a house key so you can get back in your house, and get out of here before the guys take it too far. Even with their unease, you can sense them wanting to do more then look.

The condition of the room makes it easy to see that there's only a few places to look, and you have no interest in going through their drawers, as they wouldn't keep your key in there anyways. You look around desperately, shaking your head, when a gleam you hadn't noticed before catches your eyes, a stray piece of metal where it shouldn't be.

On another dresser, a silver key - one looking just like yours - is sitting there idly, and you hop over to it quickly. "I think that's it-" Upon getting close to it, you know it's yours, and you reach out for it.

A little too quickly, as you trip just as you make your move, and you knock the key off of the dresser, and you hear it slip behind it. "Damnit!" you curse, and the guys all run over, now convinced that their show might continue a bit longer.

Tommy gives the dresser a quick pull, and shakes his head. "There's no way we're moving this." A quick push by you confirms it - you probably *could* move it, if you all worked together and unloaded it first. But there's something heavy in here, and while there's no room behind the dresser to reach, there is room beneath it, its stands extending high enough that you can reach your arm under it.

You can see something disturbing the darkness beneath the dresser. You get on your knees, and the guys get low too to watch your attempts to grab your key from the ground. Upon further examination, your first instinct is to roll up the sleeve on your robe to try to reach the key, to avoid getting it caught beneath the dresser, but that's no good - you can't reach far enough before the bulky material gathers up at your arm, so with no regard for how all of your squirming on the ground is affecting your robe, you reach in, bulky sleeve and all.

It takes some doing, but eventually you're extended as far as you can under the dresser, and the robe has rode up most of your butt, your pussy rubbing against the carpet as you reach and grasp, knowing the guys can see your entire lower half but not caring, as you'll soon have your key; let them have their show. You're stretched out like a cat, your cheek pressed against the dresser, your robe pushed open more and more as your right arm searches. Eventually, you feel a tiny edge of metal, and then your finger grasp out as your arm is almost entirely under the dresser now, but you have your key.

"Got it!" you shout, and you pause as you feel how much of your body is against the carpet, and you slowly pull to extract yourself out. Eventually, while your arm keeps going, the sleeve of the robe stops, and you pause.

"My robe's stuck, guys." You pull harder, but you can feel the sleeve resist, and you stop, not wanting to rip something that belonged to someone else. In desperation, you press the entire front of your body on the ground, and feel the rough carpet rub against your exposed cleavage as you reach in with your left arm to try to pull the sleeve out.

At first, you think you've found success, but eventually your left sleeve gets stuck, too - there are some jagged wooden edges on the bottom of the dresser, and while your arms are in no danger from them, they're just extended enough to catch your sleeves. You squirm futilely, but all that does is push the robe higher up your body as you pull desperately, and you relent. While you have the key in your right hand, your sleeves are stuck under the dresser, and you feel how much of your body is pressed against the carpet - pretty much your entire front half - breasts, nipples, stomach, and pussy - are all pushed into the rough carpet, the now all-but-untied sash providing some friction as well near your waist as you tingle a bit as you struggle more, the carpet pressing into your skin, and pushing your robe more and more open until you stop.

The robe is no more then a glorified blanket for your torso, and your legs and ass are completely exposed to the guys as you look back desperately, and no longer see the nervousness in their eyes that you once did as you ask.

"..a little help, here?"

 

How do they help you?


          They get you out, minus something important

 
 
 

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