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This execerpt I've titled:The Crawl Space
by  gilbert_
Email: gilbert_@rocketmail.com

The "star" of the story was a young woman in her mid to late twenties 
(like my wife) who had on a short summer dress with white cotton panties, 
etc. and got stuck in the narrow opening to the crawl space on the outside of 
her house trying to find the source of water leaking out the front of the 
house.  She had become stuck and could not move forward or backwards.  This 
left her pantied covered ass poking out of the house while her head, 
shoulders, and upper body were under the house. She yelled and yelled until 
finally someone came into her backyard and asked what they could do to help.  

She heard the voice of a young man, perhaps in his early twenties, but didn’t 
know who he was.  The young woman became extremely embarrassed when she 
realized that trying to slide back out of the opening had pulled her dress up 
and he would have a complete view of her panties.

"I’m stuck.  Could you please help me get out?"  she asked the young man that
she couldn’t see.

"Sure.  What would you like me to do?"  Her cute ass and white panties had 
gotten his attention.  And since she obviously couldn’t see him, he felt free 
to stare openly at them.

"Please, help me work my way back out of here.  I’ve gotten my hip bones 
wedged in the frame of this little door."  The young woman replied.

"Okay."  Now the young man started to become aroused when he 
realized that he would need to actually touch her. Placing a hand on the 
inside of one thigh (actually the only place he could pull from since it was 
her hips that were stuck in the frame), he began to pull the woman gently 
back towards him.  His hand was under her skirt and on her bare thigh a safe 
five inches from the edge of her panties.  Glancing at her crotch he could 
see that her panties were outlining her vaginal lips almost perfectly.  

The woman, not hearing anything for several moments, suddenly had the feeling
that he was staring at her crotch area.  She felt her face begin to flush 
with embarrassment."Are you still there?", she asked impatiently.

"Yes, I'm just thinking about what to do ....", he replied. Then almost 
without thinking, the young man reached his hand out and begin to lightly 
caress her pantied-covered ass.  The young woman gasped and stiffened beneath
his touch.

"Stop that!", she demanded.

It was if the young man could no longer hear anything at all.  Despite 
further protests he continued to stroke her, both on the outside and the 
inside of her thighs.  Being careful not to touch her panties covered pussy 
lips, he lightly stroked everywhere else.Nothing the woman said had any 
effect on the young man's gentle stroking.  On the inside of the crawl space 
she hung her head in anger and shame.  She was going to be groped and there 
was absolutely nothing she could do about it.  It was infuriating, she 
thought.  But still, the young man had not actually touched her genitial 
area - he was damned close, but had avoided it.  

The woman twisted and struggled in an attempt to exert some control over the 
situation.  As she twisted and turned, she noticed that something felt funny.   
Something between her legs.  Oh, no-o-o....she moaned inwardly....she was 
actually becoming wet from this unwelcome stroking.  How could her body do 
this?!   

"Damn it! Stop rubbing my rear-end and help get me free!" she lashed out 
loudly and angrily at the young man, in an attempt to distract her body.   
But, instead she could feel the dampness between her legs growing.   
It both humilated her and infuriated.  She begin to be afraid that the 
young man might actually notice the wetness in her crotch - he might then 
begin to more directly fondle her or even rape her, she thought, the surge 
of fear cutting through all her 

Suddenly she heard the young man breath deeply several times, as if 
smelling a flower.  At first she didn't understand, but suddenly it became 
clear to her.

"Oh, no-o-o-o-o!", she thought to herself, now completely humiliated, "Now 
he can smell me."  And he could.  He could smell her body's arousal.  The 
young man then took a single finger and, as lightly as possible, dragged it 
across her panties directly up the gash beneath them.  It was almost as if he 
wanted to touch without touching.   The effect on the woman's body was 
instantaneous.  Within seconds, the lips of her pussy became engorged and 
swollen.  Now he could actually see the wetness start to come through the 
cotton panties slightly.  His finger made the trip again and this time he 
could feel a distinct dampness.  

Now the woman's body had completely betrayed her.  Her breathing was becoming
short and ragged.  Suddenly a torrent of fluids poured from her pussy into 
the panties in front of the young man's face while he looked on in surprise. 
She had always been like that, but it was much more intense this time due to 
the fact that she didn't actually wish to become so aroused.  Her financee 
had once fingered her under the table in a restaurant.  She had become so wet
that at first they both thought that she had urinated.  Then they realized 
that she had just become very wet and had gushed all over the booth seat they 
were in as well as the back of her skirt.  She made him walk out directly 
behind her to hide the large wet spot on the back of her dress. He called it
"wetting herself" (much to her embarrassment).  The term was accurate.  And 
now she had "wet herself" in front of someone she didn't know and, in fact, 
had never even seen.   It was totally humilating, but somehow that made the 
feelings of arousal even more intense in her.   

She caught herself moaning out loud as the feelings of embarrassment and 
arousal mixed together and fed each other.  Suddenly she felt the crotch of 
her panties being pulled aside.  The sudden wet, coolness she felt told her 
that her pussy was now a sloppy, swollen, dripping wet mess and was, in all 
probability, standing wide open blatantly advertising her arousal.  Then she 
felt the tip of a finger sliding up and down the outer lips of her pussy.   
Maybe if he had been more direct and intrusive she would not have become so 
aroused, but he had been so subtle, touching her with only the slightest of 
pressure, never being forceful.  Now he wasn't even penetrating her, 
allowing just the very tip of his finger to slide the length of her slit, 
barely touching both lips of her extremely wet and slick vagina.  But that 
slight touch sent lightning bolts screaming from her clitoris to her brain.  
It started as trembling coming from deep inside her.  "No!" She told herself, 
"do not have an orgasm! do not have an orgasm!  No-o-o-o." she groaned inside.  
"Not like this!.... not in front of this stranger."  

But, the more she tried to stop it, the greater the pressure built up inside 
until, like a dam bursting the orgasm wracked through her entire body,  
causing her body to tremble uncontrollably and her mouth to begin to wail.   
The total loss of control was so intense that later she was surprised that 
she didn't empty her bladder.  

After her orgasm had subsided and left her spent and drained, she realized 
that her movements had been caused her to slide out enough so that she was 
no longer wedged in the tiny, narrow opening.   With a sense of complete 
humilation she pulled her head out to finally face the younger person 
responsible for touching the raw animal in her - only to find that he was no 
where to be found.  Standing up and brushing her skirt off, she realized 
with a shock that her panties were gone.  He must have taken them off during 
her orgasm.  It had been the most intense orgasm of her life, by far, and 
she hadn't even seen him.