I was in an unusual predicament but it wasn't really my fault. It was just one of those unfortunate accidents that could happen to anyone. It happened like this.
I'm eighteen, fit and healthy, and reasonably slender. That's how I considered myself anyway and I hadn't heard anyone disputing that. I worked at a small factory on the far side of town. Now there were two ways to get to the factory from my place. First there was a twenty minute hike around the town and there I was. No problems. The second was a five minute walk, cutting through the old ruins, and there I was. No problems.
Now I ask you, which way would you go? That's right -- five minutes and I'm at work or at home, depending on which way I was going. It was early spring, the days being a bit iffy. The morning was warm but, being cautious I'd taken a coat with me, not really trusting the weather.
It was the correct decision, too. When I finished work that evening it was cold and I was quite pleased to have that coat, I can assure you. Coat on I moved smartly homeward, not the least worried about cutting through the old ruins. Why would I be? I'd been that way lots of times, that very morning for that matter.
The trouble was that to cut through the old ruins the easiest way was to slip through a hole in a wall. Too much rubble around to go any other way. I suspected that people like me had occasionally shifted a bit of rubble to make sure our path stayed clear. I know I had.
From the way the hole was positioned I suspected that it had been a window of some sort and some careful soul had salvaged part of the window, including the glass. Valuable stuff glass, if it's in a frame. This part salvage had resulted in a hole a little smaller than it ought to have been but, like I said, I'd already been through it once today.
It turned out that there were a couple of things that I hadn't taken into account. Little things, like the fact that I'd put on some weight over winter, which is to be expected of a growing girl who's figure is rounding out quite nicely. Little things, like the fact that a young lady with a coat takes up a bit more space than one carrying said coat.
I was just sliding past the narrow part of the hole when I came to an abrupt halt. That weight I mentioned was apparently settled around my hips and with the coat on I no longer fitted. This was a nuisance but not a tragedy. I simply had to slide back, take off the coat, and slide through. I slid back.
This is where I found that I'd also gained weight in the chest department. I have no idea why this was preventing my retreat but it was doing so. Now I was in a predicament, stuck in the wall, unable to go forward or backward.
My immediate instinct was to wriggle and I did so quite energetically. No good. This was so frustrating. I wasn't cramped in position. The trouble was that of a girl's three measurements the waist measurement was always less than the hips or bust. I hadn't realised just how much the difference made.
In between wriggling around I called out, hearing not a single answer. Sure, someone would be along sooner or later, but I wanted them to come along now.
"Stuck?" came a laughing enquiry. The voice seemed sort of familiar but I couldn't quite place it. I was going to make a sarcastic reply but decided discretion was the better choice. I acknowledged my stuckness and heard him laugh. (I was pretty sure it was a him.)
"Try wriggling forward again," came the suggestion, and I did so, going nowhere.
"Yeah, that won't work. Backwards?"
Another wriggle and another failure and another laugh from my rescuer.
"I see what's happening," he said. "There's two bits of rebar in the wall. Depending on the direction you move one of them drags against your clothes and stops you. An interesting little dilemma. Just wait a moment while I consider the problem."
"You know, I think your best bet is to wait until someone else gets here and we can attend to the problem from both sides at once. Just relax for a while."
That said his hands slid up under my dress and he pulled my panties down. I was outraged. I mean, I was a virgin and I'd never had a man touching me like that.
