IRIS:
"Well shit." I whispered the words to myself in dismay, my body twisted at a weird angle, staring at the tips of my fingers barely visible through the glass.
All I wanted was the pack of donuts, dammit! I tried to wriggle my arm again, but that somehow lodged the flap pressing into my arm deeper, getting more stuck than I was before.
If you haven't figured it out yet, then let me spell it out for you. I was caught in a vending machine. My arm was shoved all the way in through the bottom, fingertips just barely not able to reach the snack that had gotten stuck in the spiral mechanism. Not that it wouldn't have mattered if I was able to reach it, since my arm was. Fucking. Stuck!!
The fact that it was about 4 am and I was the only person in the lab was both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, there was no one here to witness the embarrassing position I was in; arm stuck up to my shoulder, in a squat position that had caused my pencil skirt to ride up my thighs to just under my butt. Since my other hand was currently bandaged up to my elbow (the result of an experiment that had gone wrong thanks to an idiot co-worker), I couldn't use it to help get my arm out. Basically, I was fucked over.
Because that was the bad part of being the only one here- there was no one around to help me. I shifted, whimpering at the ache in my arm and the cramp in my legs. I knew people weren't going to start showing up for another few hours, and if I couldn't figure out a way to get out myself, then I was going to be sitting like this for a while.
I was a scientist with multiple degrees at just the age of 27. I had to be able to figure out a way to get out of a stupid vending machine! I maneuvered my legs around so that I was kneeling instead of squatting, and that helped alleviate some of the pain. Of course, now my body was bent at the kind of angle where my back was bowed, ass up in the air so that I wouldn't dislodge my shoulder from this position.
I had my free arm propped up on the front of the machine to help balance me, but I had to be careful to not hurt the arm worse.
"Just my luck," I grumbled out loud, leaning my forehead against the glass and closing my eyes with frustration. "All I wanted to do was finish logging information on my new idea, and now I'm stuck here until I figure a way out."
"Maybe I can help?"
The deep voice scared the shit out of me, and I couldn't help my body automatically jumping. It pulled on my arm and I cried out in pain and surprise.
"Fuck, I didn't mean to scare you." I looked in the glass to catch his reflection since it was too hard to turn, and I noticed the worry on his face as he stepped closer. Something about him looked familiar, but I couldn't concentrate on figuring it out now that my arm was throbbing from being jerked when I jumped. That and the embarrassment flooding through me now that there was a witness to my predicament.
"It's fine," I said with clenched teeth.
"It's not, really. Maybe I should've walked louder? Meowed?"
I couldn't help the snort from escaping. "I prefer quacking like a duck, actually."
"Hmm. Noted for next time."
I raised my eyebrow, still staring at his reflection. "I'm hoping that there isn't a 'next time' in this case."
He chuckled. "Valid point. But really, do you need help?"
Being as close to the glass as I was, I had a front row seat to watch how red my cheeks went. I nodded and said, "Yes, please. I was trying to get those damn things out of here and I misjudged my capabilities." I was pointing at the offending donuts with my bandaged hand and glaring at them, trying to ignore the way my body responded to his scent as he moved closer.
I'd never smelled anyone so good in my life. It was like he'd just stepped off the beach, a scent like sunshine and ocean and sand. But it wasn't like he'd sprayed cologne; I'm pretty sure it was just his natural scent. Which, honestly, was a little annoying.
He knelt down right behind me and his body heat enveloped my back. I slowly sucked in my breath, trying to get a hold of myself. There were more important things than how much I liked how he smelled and how he felt behind me. And what other kinds of things we could do in this particular position.
He reached around and put his hand up in the door, feeling around to figure out what had me stuck. He shuffled closer and moved his hand in deeper, moving along my arm and pressing his front completely against my back. I was now completely aware of the way he felt, his scent even stronger now, and my nipples pebbled while my pussy started to get wet.
"Ah, I see what's going on here," he murmured. His mouth was right next to my ear, and his breath feathered over my skin causing me to shiver slightly in reaction. "I'm going to move quickly to get you out, so I just need you to relax."
I took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm ready."
"Alright. On three. One... Two... Three!"
I let my body go liquid and he twisted my arm while pushing the door flap thing away, and suddenly we were both flying backwards. He let out a grunt as he landed on his back and I fell backwards right into his lap.
JESSE:
Her head was in my lap. That was the only thing going through my mind right now. The moment I'd caught sight of her on her knees, perky ass barely covered by her skirt while muttering to herself, my cock had been standing at attention. And the fact that she'd been able to joke around with me even while stuck in a vending machine made her that much more intriguing.
I'd needed to get closer in order to help her, but I'd underestimated just how damn good she'd feel in my arms. I'd tried to keep my hips away from her ass because I didn't need to be scaring her off with a stranger pressing his erection into her.
Besides, I wouldn't want her to file some kind of harassment claim against the owner of the company. I hadn't officially met her yet, but I liked to be involved with my employess and their work. Most of the people working here knew who I was, and I knew their names and faces.
This particular woman was a fairly new hire. Iris Romero. I'd been incredibly impressed with her resume; two masters degrees and working on a third all while working full time as a paid intern at a well-known lab, and then applying here when she finished her work there. I'd immediately approved her hire after seeing her list of awards and accomplishments. Anyone who turned her down for a job was an idiot.
But coming across her with her arm stuck inside a vending machine and needing help was not something I'd planned on seeing at any point, much less this early in the morning. Did she even leave last night, or was she just in incredibly early?
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Her voice was panicked and husky, and that combined with her wriggling in my lap on the ground made me bite back a groan. She twisted around to face me and shuffled backwards, her lab coat gaping open to reveal the scooped neck of her shirt hanging low. I swallowed hard at the glimpse of dark green lace cupping her tanned skin.
I snapped out of it and got to my knees and leaned forward to grab her elbow to help her up. Unfortunately, it startled her and instead for pulling her up with me, she somehow ended up face planting right into my crotch as I stood up. Instantly, she tried to jerk back but as she did she let out a cry of pain. I grabbed her shoulders to hold her still, praying that she wouldn't notice my cock pressed against my suit pants right in front of her nose. Taking a deep breath to steel myself, I looked down and immediately saw the problem.
"Your hair is caught in my belt buckle," I said in a tight voice.
"Oh my god..." Her mortified whisper was loud enough for me to hear, and I had to work hard to swallow down the laughter piling up in my throat.
"Today really isn't your day, is it?"
A loud sigh escaped her, and I felt the heat of her breath sear through my pants. Gritting my teeth I tilted my head back and prayed to the heavens to give me strength to get through this.
"Can you just get my hair untangled, please?" The way her voice sounded, it seemed like her teeth were clenched as well.
"Yeah, sorry. Give me a sec," I said and removed my hands from her shoulders. Hesitating for a moment, I pushed my fingers into her hair, moving back the free hair to get a better view of how her strands were tangled in my belt. She turned her head to the side slightly, enough that I was able to make eye contact with her.
The air seemed to heat up a few degrees when our eyes met, electricity almost palpable on my skin. We were frozen like that until she slowly turned her head back down, breaking the tension enough to where I could get back to getting her untangled.
It took me a minute, but I eventually got her hair free, and I took a step back to let her know it was done. I held out a hand to her, and biting her lip she accepted the help up. She stretched her arms and brushed the bit of dirt off her clothes. We stood there awkwardly, avoiding each others' eyes.
"Uh, thanks for your help," she said shyly finally breaking the silence.
"Of course," I said with a shrug. Glancing over to the vending machine, I noticed that the donuts that had been stuck were gone. I moved to it, sticking my hand into the bottom and pulling out the packet, holding them out to her.
