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 Summary: About the problems of wearing too tight dresses.
Keywords: exhib, m-solo, humil
Author: Karl P.  Dahl

   Stuck by Karl P.  Dahl (MF no-sex, mast, public, humiliation)

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   This story is a work of fiction.  Any similarities with real persons or
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   I

   It all started the other day when Karen, my neighbour phoned me.  "Hi
Jim, it's me, Karen" "Hi!  How are you?" "I'm fine.  Listen...  could you
come over here and help me with a problem?" It wasn't like Karen to be so
direct, but I didn't really bother that time.  So I answered "Sure, when?"
"Uhhh...  Right away, I think" "OK.  I'll be right over.  I'll just have to
cover my modesty" (It was Saturday afternoon, but I had been out with my
college fellows the night before).  "Great!  Bye." She hung up before
giving me time to greet back.  I was a bit baffled, but figured I should
help her as much as I can, and so I jumped into my favourite jeans (the
one's most used) and did one of my quickest morning procedures ever.  Only
a few minutes after her call, I had stepped over the corridor and knocked
on her door.  "Come in" I heard her call in immediate response.  Karen is
my closest neighbour, both in physically and relational aspects.  She had
been that since she helped me moving in, and I invited her for coffee
afterwards.  After such a good start, everything could only get better, and
we soon became friends.  Our friendship had matured over the last year,
primarily because of late-night chats when one (or both) of us had been
out. But they had never "lead to anything" (nudge-nudge).  And to be frank,
I really don't know why.  We are both single, and Karen surely is
attractive - which leads to the conclusion that she doesn't find me more
attractive than her previous goats (as I like to refer to her grunge
ex-boyfriends).  We were both single at this time, so there was no road
blocks ahead, for that matter.  I stepped in, and was met by her clad in a
very nice tight evening dress.  It was in a shiny blue material, and
covered her curvy forms just perfect.  She stood quite stiff in the
bedroom. The scene made me, unshaven and clad in a hangover-T-shirt and
baggy jeans look like a homeless in an instant.  "Am I very late to
yesterdays' party, or what?" I managed to pop out (one of my better, I
confess).  That answer made her laugh, in her sweet, low way.  "Yeah, and
jacket's required in here, mind you.  But no, seriously, can you get in
here".  I went into the bedroom, which I realised was darkened, which I
thought was curious at this hour.  But I didn't comment it.  Closer to her,
she looked even more beautiful in the dress, but I could also see that she
had no make-up of any kind and that her hair was undone.  No party missed,
I concluded.  After a short silence, she started.  "Listen, I bought this
dress a couple of days ago at the DKNY store.  I thought it was fabulous,
and it was a sale as well.  I was thinking of wearing it tonight at a
dinner party, so I tried it now to see how it looked with some other stuff.
But with the heat outside and all..." She trailed of.  I couldn't follow
the lead, so after a while I had to fill in.  "Yeah?" "When I tried to take
it off, it wouldn't..." "What?" "Come off!" I was still in the mist
(remember it was my day after).  "What do you mean?" This made her
(rightfully) irritated, and she started talking like she used to.  "I mean
'come off' as in take off piece of clothing.  As in get out of garment.  As
in this piece of textile is stuck to this piece of body!" "I've tried
reaching some of my female friends," she continued, "but no one is home. 
Now will you help me?" "Sure.  But didn't you try it in the store?" "Of
course I did!" she snapped back.  "But it wasn't as hot then, stupid.  Now
the material is stuck on me like it's glued!" She had her hands to her
sides, and her eyes tried to kill me with lightning bolts.  And maybe it
was the electricity that made the whole situation dawn on me.  After a few
moments where we both calmed down, I answered.  "So you want me to pull
this dress off you?" "Right, Einstein" she said with a warmer tone.  "If I
try it myself, I have to bend a little - and then it is stuck, the little
piece of rubbish!  "And I guess you don't want to rip apart this little
piece of DKNY 'rubbish'" I answered before going down on my knees in front
of her.  "That's right, mister.  Now get going" I took hold of the dress at
her knees and started pulling up.  The first part was easy - as she
probably already had figured out.  I got up to her thighs before a question
dawned on me.  "What are you wearing under?" I suddenly asked, standing
with my face to her crotch, and my hands on her firm thighs.  "Umm, that's
the thing...  I am not wearing anything underneath" she breathed out, a bit
to calmly.  "It's kind of dress that doesn't allow that.  Why do you think
I went to hell and back to find a girl friend?" It hadn't occurred to me
that there existed such dresses, so the thought started my mind going.  But
the question was obviously rhetorical, so I continued in silence.  Up here,
it was really clamped to her, and I had to take a real grip on her thighs
to get it upwards, but still it only moved inch by inch.  My hands had to
touch all over her legs, which couldn't leave me undisturbed (and did seem
to make her response as well - her breathing was consciously casual, if you
get my meaning).  I slowly got the dress up to just beneath her bottom,
where it seemed to stay stuck.  No small inching upwards would move past
her round bum.  I could feel the warmth of it underneath the clothing. 
While admiring her golden, glistening legs, I said to her.  "I think we'll
have to be less cautious now.  Are you ready for a little extra push?"
"Yeah, sure.  Whatever makes it come off" she answered looking down on me.
"Okay.  One, two, three, go!" I said mostly to myself as I gave the hands
extra force.  The material stretched and bulged at first, but with a slight
swishing sound it passed her bum and crotch in a single move.  All the
lower part of her dress now rested on her hips, along with my hands.  Which
soon made me realise that I was sitting on my knees in front of my best
friend (my best and beautiful friend, I corrected myself) with my hands on
her hips and looking straight at her trimmed bush of pubic hair, only
inches away.  I stared in awe, paralysed by the situation.  I noticed that
the hair was glimmering of moist, as I in my memory went through my hand's
movements over her hips again and again.  I could feel her looking on me,
but she didn't do anything.  After a few seconds (that felt like years), I
looked up at her and met her gaze.  She just smiled at me, with no
stiffness in her eyes at all, only warmth.  Finally, she spoke.  "Umm,
maybe I should get something on me, down there" my hands suddenly found
themselves hanging in thin air as she turned around and went for some
clothing.  I watched her tight bum and legs move away from me, as I slowly
stepped up.  My penis was undoubtedly wide awake.  She soon found a pair of
panties and took them on, for a last time revealing her nice bush for me,
this time from behind.  Didn't it glitter a little extra at the bottom?  On
her way back, she couldn't help but glance on the bulge in front of my
jeans, but she did a good scene of not noticing.  Standing in front of me,
she instead turned around and stretched her arms up.  "Maybe you could help
me with the rest as well?" she asked in her low, almost purring tone.  I
obliged immediately, placing my hands on her hips once more and started
pulling the dress upwards inch by inch again.  This part was also quite
easy, but I had to stand quite close to her, as I had to reach almost all
the way round her to be able to pull the whole dress up.  In doing so, my
flag-shaped penis came close enough to touch her bottom, and making it even
worse, moving the dress upwards caused her bottom to move gently and by
that caressing my penis slightly.  I'm sure she felt me from behind, but
I'm not sure she knew what part of me that touched her.  On the other hand,
if she knew, her movements maybe weren't so unconscious.  I easily
uncovered her lower back and started making it across her breasts.  I
quickly realised that no bra existed underneath, and I was not the least
surprised by that.  Without thinking, I moved upwards and soon became
conscious of the fact that I halfway through had placed both my hands right
on top of her breasts, and with that thought I stopped in an instant.  I
could feel the warmth of them in my palms, and also, the slow rising of her
nipples.  I couldn't help breath more heavily now, but she apparently
didn't object, as I could hear that she did the same.  We stood like that
for a few more years (= seconds), during which we both breathed in slow,
deep rhythm.  But finally she broke the spell by urging me to continue,
though not without regret in her voice.  I forced my hands to continue
upwards, and they soon left her full breasts and with that her body.  The
rest was a walk in the park and two instants later I held my dress in her
hand.  She turned around and I got to see her full body one more time,
before she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.  "Thanks.  I better
get going now" she said and moved to the closet.  As in a haze, I said
goodbye and went back to my place.  Almost as soon as I came in, I let my
pants down and fell down on the bed.  My penis was still rockhard, and as I
masturbated, I imagined my neighbour doing the same, with her golden legs
stretched out far from each other and with only her panties halfway on,
slowly dangling from her leg.  My cum left me in a matter of seconds, but
the new image of my neighbour stayed longer.  In fact, it was changed
forever.  II She called me the day after.  "Hi, Karen" I answered, more
cheerfully than the last time.  I hadn't been out the night before this
time, remember?  But this time, her voice had more Johnny Walker in it than
the man himself.  "Oh, God" she said almost to herself.  Oblivious to such
statements, I continued "How was yesterday?" "...Great" she answered after
a little while.  "I had great fun - most of the time.  Lots of alcohol, and
lots of nice boys.  But..." She trailed off.  "But what?" I urged her to
continue, and I think that I in my subconscious already knew the answer. 
"...but as soon as I started conversation with any of them, I started
feeling your hands all over me again.  On my hips, my bum and my bre..." I
didn't want to hear more.  "I couldn't get it out of my head either" I
broke her off.  "Yeah, embarrassing, the whole situation, wasn't it?" That
wasn't my thought, but I let her continue.  "So you ruined my chance of
getting sex" This time I had to protest.  "Hey!  I wasn't the one asking
for help!" I exclaimed.  There was a pause, after which she continued "No,
your right, I'm sorry.  And if you think I called you to get you upset,
you're wrong." "Okay, then.  Why did you call me?" "I need your help.  I
need to go to the store to get my money back for that lousy dress, and I'm
kind of guessing that it's not going to be easy.  So I want you to join, as
you are my witness" More than a witness, I wanted to say, but instead I
became "Sure, I'll meet you outside in just a couple of minutes, okay?"
"Okay.  Great!" she said, I could almost hear her smiling of gratefulness.

   The trip to the DKNY store took only a few minutes with the subway,
during which we smallchatted, never mentioning either the dress that she
brought in the bag she had gotten it in, or the day before.  This store was
one of those new fashion-designed one that had lifestyle painted all over
it, where young and beautiful people were supposed to just like to stay. 
There was a TV and a couch in the centre, in which a bunch of those
young-and-beautiful sat and watched a movie, that turned out to be
'Matrix'. I felt as if I had stopped at the wrong country.  But luckily,
one of us fit into the scene.  We went to the desk, and Karen saw that it
was the same cashier behind it as when she had bought it.  We both thought
that would make it easier.  How wrong we were.  "Hi.  I want to get my
money back for this lousy dress that I bought the other day." Karen said in
her most diplomatic tone, holding up the piece.  I whistled softly at that.
The woman at the desk immediately frowned.  "We never do that" she snapped
back "Unless there's a fabrication error.  Especially not if you have used
it.  Have you?" "Yes, I have.  That's how I found out.  The problem is that
that garment cannot stand heat like this." It really was hot outside today,
even more than yesterday.  "What happens with it?" the woman asked in a
disbelieving tone.  "It...  gets stuck on you" Karen almost whispered back,
suddenly embarrassed of all the people around.  "What?" the cashier said,
part because she wasn't expecting a whisper, and part of more disbelief of
what she had heard.  "It's impossible to get off!" Karen said then, much
louder.  I felt as if the whole store turned towards us in silence, which
probably was completely untrue.  It got the woman a bit off-guard.  "I
don't believe you" she said after a while.  "But it's true!" Karen said,
now in an angry voice, because she wasn't trusted.  "He's my witness", she
continued, pointing at me.  The cashier wasn't persuaded by that at all. 
She probably felt her sales bonus leave, and therefore fought back.  "What
does that prove, more than that you have a fellow charlatan?  I think
you've had second thoughts about this dress, and that you're too dumb to
come up with a better explanation than that!" That last thing really got
Karen going.  No help from her, and getting insulted as well!  "What?!" was
the only thing she got out, though.  "If you want to get your money back,
you'll have to prove that you're no lying!" That got Karen stunned to
silence, a very rare moment.  She looked at the cashier, then at the dress
(probably thinking of its price tag), and then at the fitting room a couple
of metres away.  "Okay" she finally said.  "If you promise I get my money
back if I show you the problem".  The woman only nodded in response, so
Karen went to the fitting room and drew the curtain up for cover.  I stayed
at the counter, and saw her feet in her high-heeled shoes from behind the
curtain rise one by one, and after that, the skirt swishing by one of her
legs.  I remembered wondering why she had used such shoes, but she was
rather good at using them.  Some more sound from behind told me that she
continued, and I imagined her removing her top and bra.  Finally, I saw the
panties come down her legs and lifted from the floor.  It was no problem
for me imagining her standing inside the booth completely naked, as I
almost had seen her like that yesterday.  I only had to add her shoes.  I
heard the dress get drawn on quite rudely, and after that she called us in.
The booth was quite large, but it wasn't made for three people.  We
managed, somehow, both me and the woman standing behind her.  "Look what
happens when I try to take it off myself" Karen said and bent over in order
to start removing the dress.  It fit very tightly, and I could already see
a faint glimmer all over her because of the heat.  The air conditioning
probably couldn't handle this extreme temperature.  The dress got a few
inches up, and then stuck.  Just as expected from two of us.  The woman
frowned.  "I see," she said after a while.  She bent forward and tugged
some at the hem of the dress, which wasn't very willing to move.  "Well, I
guess you're right then." she said after a while.  "Remove it and come out
to the desk, and you'll get your money back" She went out past us.  This
left Karen much happier, but with that dress on one more time.  "I guess I
was foresighted, bringing you with me.  Will you help me one more time? 
Pro?" she added, smiling back at me.  There was no need in asking me twice.
I knew she was naked behind that garment again and secretly wanted to se
her as God (it must have been him) had created her again.  I bent a bit
forward and took hold of her thighs again, at the same time urging her to
raise her arms in order to make things easier later on.  She did that, and
I counted to three one more time, this time knowing more of what force that
was needed.  "...Three!" I said, and pulled the dress up - a bit.  It stuck
halfway up her bottom.  I knew I had used about the same force as needed
last time, but I guess it was stuck even more this time.  "Oops!" I said,
"I guess I need some more brute strength this time." "Okay, whatever" Karen
answered still with her hands up.  "One...  Two...  Three!" I counted a
second time, and pulled with full strength upwards.  Not even the dress
could withstand that, so her bum got freed an instant later.  But my hands
continued upwards with the dress, now without any resistance, so it passed
her waist in no time and her breasts as well without stopping.  Only
halfway up her arms and covering her head, it stopped.  "Ouch!" Karen said,
as I found myself string at her naked body from behind.  But only for a
second though.  The sudden movement had surprised her as much as me, and
got her off balance as well.  As I removed my hands, which I did very
quickly out of chock, I saw her stumble forward on her high heels (I knew
that was a bad idea) and crash right into the curtain, trying to get a hold
of something, anything.  Remember that she couldn't see anything from
behind the dress.  The curtain wouldn't take her momentum though, and gave
away with a ripping sound, sending poor Karen, naked and blind, staggering
right out into the store.  Her bronze legs haltered a few quick steps
before she bumped into the couch and fell right over it, landing in one of
the guys' lap.  Still with her dress over her head, she struggled in panic
to get out of it, and succeeded.  She looked up from her position and saw
right up into a young boys' stunned face, looking down of this beautiful
naked woman who suddenly had fallen into his knee from out of nowhere.  Her
large but firm breasts, her curved waist, and her neatly trimmed black bush
was visible to almost everyone.  She sat up and looked around at all the
people standing there in silence, gaping at her.  Then, in what seemed ages
after, she looked down on herself and realised that she was sitting naked
in a guys' lap, in the middle of a DKNY store!  Her beautiful bronze skin
tone all of a sudden got redder (something that made it even better).  She
looked at me, her eyes getting bigger by the second, and then panicked
again.  She got up, not so deftly as wanted still in her shoes, and started
making it back to our both.  Halfway there, she realised that it had no
curtain to protect her, so she changed course mid-through and dashed for
the only available cover, a booth next to that.  No thought apparently
crossed her mind that it might be occupied...  I stepped out of our stall,
just in time to see her throw away the curtain from the other, and in that
completely exposing a young, blond woman standing only in tanga panties
examining herself in the mirrors (remember that you almost had to be a
model to get into this store in the first place).  The young woman jumped
at the sudden noise and movement, turned around and got faced by a
bewildered naked bronze-skinned woman who had just shown her to the whole
store.  Screaming, she gave Karen a push that sent the stumbling backwards,
and drew back the curtain.  Karen had no chance to regain balance this time
either, so she landed on her back in middle of the store.  And there, the
panic left her, and she seemed to calm down.  Everyone around her,
including me, indulged the scene of this young goddess of some sort,
sitting naked in front of her.  I imagine the girls were as jealous of her
looks as we men were exalted.  Realising that nothing in this world could
get this situation more embarrassing, Karen deliberately got up, making a
show of her suddenly found grace, and slowly went with slightly wavering
hips towards the counter, where her nemesis stood.  She stayed a bit
broad-bent a meter from the desk and held out the dress, that she still
held in her hand.  "Have I done enough to get my money back for this?" she
asked the cashier with a voice dripping of contempt.  The woman couldn't
dare meet her eyes, and stared at her torso all the time she laid the money
on the desk.  Still as in slow-motion, and probably realising that she now
had turned the whole situation to her advantage, she turned to me and asked
me to give me her clothes.  I stepped back and fumbled for them behind me,
barely able to take my eyes from her, and went to her with them.  She
totally had us.  It was almost better to see her put on her clothes than it
would have been seeing her strip right there.  First the panties, then the
bra.  The top falling in place over that, and finally the skirt.  She then
took her money, and turned to me.  "I don't think I like this store." she
said, "let's get out of here".  Only after passing two blocks, she started
shaking, and I had to bring her to a nearby café to calm down.  We only sat
there, looking at each other for a long, long time.  Afterwards, I never
had the guts to tell her of the movie I received from a colleague of mine
via an email.  "Totally awesome.  Must see!" was his comment in the mail. I
totally agreed, knowing that I already had.