Secretarys Unlucky Car Predicament

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Any feeback good or bad please comment or message! Without giving too much away about this post, this is actually an alternative version which has a higher level of "restraint", if that makes any sense. If any interest ill post!

Accidental restraint and exposure, ENF, Upskirt, Outdoor, Car. All characters 20+ y/o


A Young Secretary’s Car Mishap

Evie's week so far hadn't exactly been up there with the best. Somehow she had caused almost all the companies client/customer contact details to disappear off the face of the earth, and re-establishing connections with each one had to be done face to face individually. Of course, her fault, her responsibility, so now she was the one to have to visit each and every last one of them, in person! Big task for her only being the CEOs secretary really, as much as she delved into areas of the business she shouldn't have, surely there's a better way, how can she alone be expected to rectify this? Perhaps she’d been given this seemingly impossible task just for laughs for the bosses, a fools errand, her being deceived into chasing wild geese, getting her out their way of the actual mending of her mistakes?

To her relief and pleasant surprise she had in fact been assigned one of the companies chauffeurs to travel to and from each client, and to boot, it was a fairly high end posh saloon too, and a driver just for her, what luck! Perhaps she should make mistakes more often, she thought! Dressed as per usual in her white blouse, fairly short and tight black pencil skirt, black sheer tights and heels, she stood holding her folder close to her chest at the roadside, waiting as instructed. As the expensive car slowed up and rolled to a stop, precisely in front of her enough to make her feel privileged, she tugged down on the bottom hem of her skirt. Knowing her choice of attire isn't without risk of increasing its intended worn height, even at any moment let alone when moving or walking. The amount of times Evie has had to correct its position in the past is unreal, and so far she’d been just about lucky enough to avoid being too late to do so.

She confirmed to herself: ‘Yes that was definitely a bit close.. if I didn't hold it down it would've moved!’ In her own head sighed a relief as the driver, seemingly tall, in a dark suit and well maintained beard and hair, turned his head round and shuffled slightly in his seat to fully look back at , who only moments before had succeeded in parking herself safely in the passenger side back seat. Her knees she kept together, skirt clinging tightly to her upper thighs and higher, as she shuffles further in along the vehicles rear bench seat, elitist leather upholstery allowing her to slide her bum easily over. She just knew he only looked at her in such a way because he hoped he'd like what he might see, typical male behaviour, he wouldn't have turned if he was collecting a man, guaranteed. However.. she actually didn't find herself at issue with this, she for some reason didn't mind that his initial action was to check her out subtly. As much as she grew used to frequently noticing in all the environments she’d be, men trying to hide their interested eye, she predicted the same as ever, having to suppress her dispute of being ogled at, but not this time. She swiftly accepted his looking, and almost borderline even liked that he'd done it. Yet, maybe by force of habit, she still acted as if she hadn't noticed, playing along almost, pleading the ignorance towards it.


“Morning.. Evie?” greeting and asking for confirmation simultaneously.
“Hi yeah that's it. Morning.” she replied, trying to seem as confident and prepared as she could without displaying the contradicting regard she had of the task ahead against her happiness of being chauffeured around in such a nice car.
“I heard only that Im driving you to and between all these addresses.. it'll take longer than just today. Its far. Sure you're all set?”
“As best I can be, given the circumstances!”
He nods slowly and turns back around to face forwards, and pulls away as she buckles herself in.
found herself having to hold her skirt down more than usual, sat in such a seat. The height of it was just a tad too low for her in relation to the floor, causing her knees to remain bent a little more than 90 degrees, raised up an inch or two more than her waist level for the whole journey, and coupled with the leather seat smoothness, almost all the bumps, turns and stops, she found herself having to tug down on the hem fairly frequently, doing so behind and slightly under her left thigh, hiding it from her as yet unnamed driver.

“You do have a list of all these places we’re going to, right? Can I see it?” She asks him while courageously sliding forward some and leaning over enough to wrap her left arm around the back of the front passenger seat, holding her position closer to it. His response was hesitant at first, surprised yet half pleased to see that shed moved forward so far, done so with what he'd consider rare enthusiasm for their travels, hard to come by from a woman, in their industry at least.
“Of course.. but if you wanna see it you'd have to grab it out of the glove box, there.” Pointing at the compartment with his left hand, displaying as obviously as he could to her that it is a little bit far out of his reach while still driving. “Well have to pull over, which I really don't wanna do in all fairness..”
“Ill grab it, just don't crash while im out of my seatbelt!”
“Im flattered you have such faith in my driving haha.” He reluctantly told her, not fully sure if she was serious with what she said just then.
She falls back into her seat and quickly proceeds to unbuckle her belt. Throwing it back across herself and returning back forwards, up, leaning over on the edge of her seat, holding herself there again but closer, more central and closer to him than before. “Wish me luck!” she requests with out of the blue preparedness for the risky manoeuvre she cant believe she's about to actually do!


Further pulling herself forwards and into the centremost part of the car, lifting her self off of the back seat fully, grabs both left and right front seats with each hand. Momentarily considering how the next minute or so's actions will affect her attire, knowing that if just getting into the car was enough to raise her skirt as much as it did albeit so little, how far up would THIS cause it to move? ‘no real worry.. he wont be able to see anything even if it does ride up, I wont be moving THAT far forward to reach the glove box, my skirt will probably still be behind his perspective.. fairly sure of that!’
Slowly she pulls herself front with her arms,while pushing with her legs too as far as she could, as far up into the roof as she could too, to avoid the gap between the two front seats. Her arms both still placed grabbing on the topmost inside corners of the backrests, arms stretching slightly. She realises only now that she doesn't really have anywhere further ahead of the seats to use with her hands as climbing points, and being so far forward in a moving car, she’s very off balance. Shed thought about if she fell, right in front of who is essentially a stranger!


As a young secretary, with what at least she herself considered decent skill at solving problems, Evie actually thought she had planned this process alot better than she actually had. She didn't even have time to take any preventative action against losing grip and/or balance before the inevitable happened. He as the driver, supposed to be responsible and safe and legal behind the wheel, after allowing a stranger to undo her safety belt and clamber across the vehicle while in motion, only then had to take evasive action. Braking suddenly but not all that hard, while swerving right a noticeable enough but still small amount, and back left very soon after. This, coming as no surprise to either of the two, caused her to fall down and forwards onto the centre console of the car. Her hands instantly lost all grip of the seats and her arms, unluckily enough managed to fall downwards too, alongside her hips.
“Damn! Im so sorry!” Driver loudly spoke to her.
“Owweh!!” she exclaimed, her falling down like that planted her face on the hard wood trimmed interior.
“There was a thing.. a kid maybe, a dog or something about to run out in front of me! Are you OK?” Justifying as best he could what happened.
“Maybe, I think so! I face-planted the car ha” Trying to laugh it off.


What took another few moments for her to realise however, was that together with the huge forward momentum quickly reduced by the braking, and the earthbound direction she fell, also lunged her whole self frontwards, physics acting against her and in less than a second, her hips and both hands were all crammed in together tightly, stuck fast between the two leather car seats. “Uhhh..” she moaned with confusion and surprise with this new information, her sudden predicament only moments old. She turned her head around as much as she could to see why she couldnt move, hips and both arms wedged!