[f] My drone got stuck in a tree and he helped me get it down (forgot I wasn’t wearing panties)

So this happened a couple weeks ago. It wasn't meant to be sexy, it just…happened.

Anyway, it was a nice day and I decided to take my little drone out to the park near my flat. It's nothing fancy–just a little compact one with a camera that I got for christmas. I'd been flying it for about fifteen minutes, trying to get a good low pan across the field when I misjudged the angle and it went straight into an oak tree and lodged itself between two gnarly looking branches.

Not even high. Just annoyingly out of reach.

At first I just stood underneath it squinting up like an idiot, hoping it would magically fall out. When it didn't, I sighed, kicked off my sandals, and started to climb. Now, to be clear–I'm not the outdoorsy tomboy type; I actually haven't climbed a tree since I was a kid. But like I say, the drone was a gift and I really didn't want to lose it on its inaugural flight.

I hoisted myself up, one foot on a knot, then one knee on a low branch. The bark was rough and scratchy against my shins, but I was doing okay.

"Need a hand?"

It was Brett. My neighbor. Sweet, quiet, probably more into computers than sports, always wears T-shirts with faded references I don't get.

I laughed awkwardly. "Uh, I think I've got it…maybe…"

He shielded his eyes and squinted up at me, then walked over. "Is that the drone up there?"

"Yeah. It got wedged between the branches."

I expected him to offer to climb, but instead he stayed on the ground, kind of hovering nearby, watching me. I edged a little higher, trying to keep my knees together, but I could feel the hem of the dress shifting.

"You might want to try putting your foot just above that knot to your left," he said. His voice sounded helpful enough. "Then grab the branch above, the one right in front of you."

I shifted, hesitating, then did as he said. And that's when it hit me.

That position—knee high, legs wide, one arm up—was exactly the worst possible angle if I didn't want someone to see up my dress. Which, again, I wasn't even thinking about until just then. But suddenly I knew what he could see. I could feel it. The cool air between my thighs.

Fuck.

I wasn't wearing any panties.

I must have looked like such a slut, like I'd engineered this entire situation.

But it wasn't true. I'd been sunbathing naked earlier and just threw it on without thinking. And now here I was, halfway up a tree, legs wide as I reached for another branch, ass sticking out, dress flapping in the breeze. I froze, suddenly aware of how exposed I must look from below–my bare pussy, spread slightly from how I was positioned.

I glanced down at him and he averted his eyes, the guilt on his face doing…something to my body.

I could've adjusted. Could've pulled my dress down. Climbed down and played dumb.

But I didn't.

Instead, I opened my legs wider, sudden excitement flushing through me, hardening my nipples and making me wet.

"How am I looking?" I asked, stretching out my arm. Pretending to pause for balance. Letting the pose settle into something brazen. "Am I nearly there?"

"Maybe if you lean forward a little more," he said. His voice cracked slightly.

"Mmm?" I glanced over my shoulder, giving him an innocent little tilt of the head. "Like this?"

And I leaned forward, chest low, arching my back and pushing my hips out just a little more. The dress fell forward, the back rising higher, fluttering lazily over my ass. I could feel how bare I was, how visible I'd become from below–how open. My pussy felt warm and sticky with arousal, lips slightly parted, glistening in the dappled sunlight.

"Can you still see it?" I asked, referring to the drone but knowing damn well where his focus was.

He cleared his throat. "Uh… y-yeah. I mean–yeah. The drone. It's just above your hand."

"Right," I said, reaching up—knowing full well that would raise me onto my toes, hips tilted down, legs apart.

He groaned softly.

I finally turned to look at him again. And oh my god. His face. That boyish panic.

I fuckign loved it.

"You alright down there?" I asked, my tone sweet and innocent, like I wasn't spread above him.

He coughed, adjusting the waistband of his hoodie where it hung over his jeans. "Yeah. Fine. Totally fine."

I kept my expression neutral. "You're being really helpful, by the way."

Then I reached the drone. It came loose without much effort at all, and I held it triumphantly in one hand.

"Got it!" I called, acting like I hadn't just been presenting my pussy to him for the past two minutes.

Climbing down, I turned my body outward, easing my way down with careful movements, letting the dress ride up again as the bark rubbed against the backs of my thighs. Letting him look at the smooth moisturised line off my pussy.

When I finally reached the ground, I landed a little harder than intended and wobbled, falling slightly against him. His hands shot out to steady me, and for a second his fingers brushed the bare skin of my lower back where the dress had ridden up.

"Oh, sorry!" I laughed.

"You okay?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yeah. Thanks." I tucked the drone under one arm and smoothed down my dress. "Guess I owe you one."

He nodded, wide-eyed. "Yeah. Uh. Any time."

I shifted the drone in my arms and looked at it. "Think it's okay? It fell a bit harder than I expected."

Brett glanced down. "Hard to say. Might be fine, might need recalibrating or whatever. You want me to take a look?"

I blinked. "You know how to fix these things?"

He shrugged. "Kinda. I used to mess with quadcopters back in uni. If it's just a gimbal alignment problem I can definitely sort it…"

I agreed, and together, we went up to his room.

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