| >> | Part 1
I'm walking a cute girl home through the local park in the early evening. She has curly red hair and big blue eyes.She has a great figure; wide hips, large, jiggly breasts and long, muscular legs. She's wearing high heels and a red and white summer dress. We're talking and the subject of blood comes up. "One time I almost lost my hand in a wood chipper." I say. "You wouldn't believe how much blood there was!" She gasps in shock, a horrified expression on her face. Her eyes roll back in her head, her mouth falls open, and she beings swaying back and forth. Finally she falls to the ground with a loud FLOP!. She's lying facedown, with her dress hiked up to show her little white panties underneath.
In an effort to protect her modesty, I pull her skirt back down and roll her over on her side. Her breasts jiggle as I do so. Her face is sweaty and pale with excitement, her mouth open in an expression of sheer desire. I look down and realize the straps to her bra and dress have come loose during her fall. I carefully dribble water on her neck, forehead and shoulders. She stirs and moans, but doesn't come to. I produce a washcloth from my coat pocket and begin wiping the sweat from her forehead. Reaching downward, I move her bra strings back into place and button her dress again, shielding her ample cleavage from any prying eyes.
I put my arm around her shoulder, and steadily lift her back on her feet. She's still unconscious, so so falls forward. I move to catch her, wrapping my arm around her midriff, careful to avoid touching her breasts. I lift her up again, but she falls in the other direction. This time I sweep her up into my arms, her neck bent over my wrist. I drape her over my shoulder, letting hair land over my back with her ass pointed forward.
I happen to live near by, so I carry her home to recover. I take her upstairs, and lay her down on the fainting couch. She looks so peaceful there lying there, I could watch her forever. Eventually, she comes too with a confused moan.
"What? What happened?"
"You fainted. I carried you here because I thought you'd be comfortable."
"I fainted?"
"Yes, you fainted. We were talking, and all of a sudden you got really dizzy and fell on the ground."
"Oh."
She looks around."Is this your place?"
"Yeah, hope you wouldn't mind. When you fell down you're dress came undone. I couldn't just leave you lying there."
She sits up with a start, her face red with embarrassment. "You saw up my dress?"
I chuckle. "I couldn't help it, you landed in just the right way. Don't worry, white panties look good on you."
Her eyes widen. She suddenly grabs me by the shoulder, looking me straight in the eye. "Please, never tell anyone about this. This never happened. I didn't faint. You didn't see my panties. I've never seen inside your house in my life. Okay?"
"Okay, okay. It can be our little secret."
She sighs and shakes her head, pull her self to her feet. Something seems to be missing. "Where are my shoes?"
I look down at her bare feet, then back up at into her nervous blue eyes. "They must have come off when you fainted. They're probably still at the park."
"You have no idea how much I spent on those shoes!" she shrieks. She begins frantically shaking my shoulders. "Please, you have to find them again!"
"Okay, I'll find them. Just stay put, alright?"
"I can't go anywhere barefoot anyway. I'll be right where you left me."
I make my way down to the park again. Miraculously, the shoes are still there, lying in the grass. They're a pair of black high heels, very small and feminine. The stem on the left shoe is broken. I pick up both shoes in my right hand and began the journey back. She I arrive, she's standing at the foot of the stairs, waiting apprehensively. "Did you find them?"
I lift the shoes to her face."They were right were you left them, but one of them is broken." She takes the broken shoe from my hand. "Oh, dear, I must have really fallen down hard." She giggled, setting the shoe aside. "You must be bored to death. We can talk about shoes later." She began tugging at the straps to her dress."Now hold on, I just got done fixing that!" I protest."You can fix it again when we're done." Her dress falls to the floor. She was now wearing nothing but her laced bra and her tiny white panties. |
