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After all, I had a half-full grocery cart right there. People honked a couple of times, and I heard some guy say "Wow! Look at that ass!" Thinking about that, how people could look at me and I couldn't do anything about it made me feel... well, it made me feel a bit naughty.
Then I had an idea. I had a cell phone in my purse. Glenn was going to kill me because he doesn't like me going out dressed like that, but I had to call him. He could at least cover me up and then get me out or maybe go get some help from someone who wouldn't get a kick out of seeing my butt sticking up in the air.
"The way my arm was in there, it was crossed over the other one, so I really couldn't even move my free arm very far. It was sort of like this." And she leaned over the coffee table showing her right arm pinned downward under her chest and her left arm extended over her head where it would have been stuck. "After a long time I fished the phone out of my purse but I couldn't bring it to my ear or even read it. I knew how to get Glenn's office number from memory on the speed dial, so I poked in his number. Just as the phone was ringing, I thought I felt someone touch me! I felt this rustle at my back and then a big gust of wind just blew the dress up over my back. I was just standing there in nothing but my panties!"
Again she paused for us to get a mental picture. It wasn't hard. I couldn't resist asking, "What kind of panties were you wearing?"
"Wouldn't you know I'd picked a bikini pair? They were white with little blue flowers, kind of, you know, short. They didn't cover much. I mean, you could probably see a lot of my ass, if that's what you want to know." She seemed embarrassed even now, reliving the experience.
"So what did Glenn say?"
"I don't really know. I couldn't get the phone to my ear. I just yelled 'Hey! I'm stuck in the car', and I heard him say 'What?' and some other stuff, and I yelled, 'Hey Glenn, come help me. I'm at the grocery store!' and he said 'What?' again, and 'Speak up. Why don't you pick up the phone', and I said again, 'I'm stuck' and he said 'I'm at work. Take a cab!' and I said, 'No! No! Come get me!' I think he said 'OK. I'm coming,' but I couldn't be sure. Then he hung up. I just stood there and hoped Glenn would come soon."
"So did he get there?" Martha wanted to know. We were all shaking our heads and chuckling, glad it wasn't us.
"No. I just stood there not knowing what to do, when I heard what sounded like a pickup driving around. Some guy yelled, 'Hey! Look at that!' and then the sound of the pickup got louder and pulled up right beside me with one of those big loud mufflers and a big nasty cloud of diesel. The motor kept running and this guy's voice said, 'Hey, little lady. Watcha doin'?'
"I swallowed and then said, 'I'm stuck in here. Can you guys just go away?'
"'It's a free country.'
"Then can you help me out?
"'Don't know as I want to. What do you think, Jim? Should we help this little lady get unstuck?'
"The motor to the pickup turned off. 'I'm not so sure SHE wants to. You're probably pretty proud of that little ass, aren't you, lady. Let's take a look.' I heard two doors slam. I heard footsteps, and then felt someone pat my ass once. The voice that spoke was confident, but not unkind. 'Are you hurt, ma'am?'
"No," I replied. "Just embarrassed. My husband's gonna kill me."
"He rubbed my ass gently as he said, 'We'll get you out, ma'am. We just need a moment to appreciate such beauty.' He patted again a couple of times and then squeezed one of my buns. 'You have to forgive me. I don't come across something like this every day.' I noticed that he didn't do anything to cover me back up."
We were wide-eyed and shocked. "Oh my God!" "Did they rape you?"
"No," Ev replied. "He wasn't a bad guy, and sorta good looking. They were just big kids, in their twenties.
"So then he stuck his head in the trunk with me. 'Let's see what we got here.' Almost immediately, he hollered back out, 'It's darker than a welldigger's asshole in here. Jake, get me the flashlight.' I heard the sound of things banging around in the pickup as the stranger talked to me. 'Hi, I'm Jim. Now how'd you get yourself in a mess like this, little lady?'
"I heard Jake say, 'Here ya go, Jim.' Using the flashlight, Jim tried to get a look at where my finger was caught. We had to wrestle quite a bit to make room and eventually we wound up parallel to each other with both of our asses sticking up. He finally managed to get a good look at where I was stuck. 'Whoo-eee. You got 'er in there good. We might have to cut off that wedding band. You want to lose that wedding band?' and he winked at me.
"Not today." I replied.
"He grinned and reached back to pat me again on the ass. 'I'd appreciate it if you didn't do that!' I said.
"I think he was genuinely abashed. 'Sorry. I guess I just got a little carried away. I'm not a bad guy, really. We'll get you out of here, honey, don't you worry.' He popped out for a moment, rummaged around in the pickup, and returned with a hacksaw. But there wasn't enough room for him to use that, so he went back and got some kind of file. He got back into position, with both of our asses sticking out again, and started to file away the metal around where my finger was stuck. It was very slow going.
"Then I heard Jake outside. 'You two should see yourselves. Hey! I'm gonna get the camera.' The pickup door slammed again and then I heard the sound of a camera clicking.
"'Jake!' Jim said, 'Put that damned thing down.'
"'Wait till you see THIS!' Jake hollered, giggling. And suddenly I felt my panties pulled all the way down to my feet! Jake was going to take pictures of my bare ass! And my pussy! 'Moon for me baby!' he said.
"Hey!" I yelled, but my companion in the trunk thought he'd accidentally pinched me.
"'Sorry. I'll be more careful.'
"Meanwhile, I was wrestling around with my legs, trying to spread my legs to maybe get the panties back up, and bobbing my ass up and down, and trying to kick back at Jake. Jim thought I was just being restless and said, 'Hold still, honey". It didn't do any good anyway, wrestling around, so eventually I gave up.
I must have been a sight. And it was really uncomfortable. If I hung down the edge of the trunk cut into my stomach, and if I stood up straight my back was bent uncomfortably, and if I bent my legs they cramped, so eventually I just had to spread my legs wide and stand there. You know, I really shouldn't admit this to you girls, but standing there with my pussy wide open for some strange guy to look at, when I couldn't do anything about it, and the breeze blowing over it, well... it made me feel kind of sexy. I was embarrassed to death, but I finally just decided to let Jake have a good look.
Things got totally quiet out there. Suddenly, after a few minutes, I felt somebody's hand -- I guess it was Jake's -- start to touch my ass. Then I felt it rub up and down over my pussy. 'Hey! Stop that! I mean it!' and Jim realized something was going on. He pulled out of the trunk and when he saw what had happened he hollered, "God dammit Jake, you fuckin' juvenile moron asshole. What did you do that for? Don't you know when something's gone too...' but he didn't have time to finish. I heard tires screeching and Glenn's voice close up.
"'Ev, what the hell is going on here! What are you guys looking at? Ev? What are you doing?'
"I hollered 'I'm stuck!'
"Then Glenn hollered, 'What did you do to her panties? Gimme that camera!'
"Then the one guy says, 'Hey! Back off. We were just trying to help her'
"And Glenn says, 'Yeah. It looks like you were helping her alright!'
"Then I heard kind of a slap, and then some terrible swearing and scuffling and banging on metal. And then I heard a whole lot of footsteps, and some other men yelling, 'Hey! Break it up!' then someone said "Whoa! Wouldja look at that!" and women saying "Do you believe her?" and "Don't look honey." Then I heard something like a car crash, and soon after that a siren; it must have been in the neighborhood. I was yelling, "Hey! Cover me up!" but nobody could hear me with the boxing match and whatever else going on out there.
"So I'm there thinking, 'Hey, what about me?' I thought it took forever but eventually I felt myself covered up with something, I believe it was a blanket, and another head poked in. Would you believe it? It was my next door neighbor, the volunteer firefighter. 'OK. Ev. We'll get you out. I'm going to have to cut that wedding band. He had some kind of pliers thing that slipped over the band and quick as that, he cut me loose."
We all looked at each other. I spoke first. "I guess Glenn didn't literally kill you."
"I thought he would, but he was pretty understanding. I guess he figured I'd been punished enough. Besides, when the story came out and the pictures started showing up on the internet it was time to move on. It turns out Jake wasn't the only one with a camera. Remember this happened shortly before we moved here."
Martha thought a moment about how to phrase her question. "So the pictures are out on the internet. I suppose they're... I suppose they're still out there...?"
"No way," Ev said firmly. "No way. I'm not showing them to you," and we just left it at that.
We said our goodbyes and went home. I wondered what juicy tales I would hear the next time we got together. When I got home, I poured a glass of water, sat down at the computer keyboard, brought up Google, typed, "Slickrock stuck milf jpg" and sat back.
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