Tangled - Sex Stories

Tangled

... quickly realized that my hair was tightly stuck in the dryer and not coming loose.

I stood there completely nude, bent over with my head pressed on the side of the hand dryer.

"OMG! wtf am I going to do?"

I panicked, then took several deep breaths and was able to calm myself.

I felt around my scalp trying to figure how much of my hair had been pulled in and where the hair is located on my head.

Feeling around, it definitely was a considerable amount of hair right in the middle of my head.

I stood there and contemplated what I was going to do. I tried pulling with all the strength I had, my hair only moved about an inch and did not break free.

After a half hour of pulling with as much force as I could muster. I was confident that I was not going to be able to free myself.

At this point being nude, bent over with my head bound to the dryer. It was time to think of who to call.

My husband is out of town, and my son and daughter are a distance away at college.

911 is going to be my last resort, considering the current amount of clothing I have on, I didn't want a crowd.

My friend from the area was my best bet, and she would laugh about this.

" Alexis call Ashley" I yelled.

I could hear Alexis dial and the phone started to ring.

" Hello" Ashley said

" Hey Ashley, I was wondering if you could come over and help me with a situation?"

"Krissy, where are you? I can barely hear you?"

"At my house In a tough situation"

"Krissy I am ...

... out of town with my daughter and won't be back until tomorrow. "

"Ok, well that sucks! thanks for answering. "

"Do you want me to call someone Krissy?"

"NO, NO, Ashley I'll figure it out, thank you."

"Bye good luck!"

"Thanks, bye Ashley "

Her response was not good,

and with every move my scalp ached with more pain, so I tried to stay very still.

We lived at least an eighth of a mile from any other house, but my neighbor Sandy was now my best option.

"Alexis, call Sandy." I yelled

I have only met Sandy a couple times at community events. So the situation I was in, would be viewed by at most an acquaintance.

After a few rings someone answered but it was not Sandy.

*Hello " a deep voice answered

It was Sandy's son. I remember him being in his mid-twenties 6'5" athletic build, Brad Pitt look a like and to say the least a popular figure of pretty much all the area women.

"Hello?"

"Oh, ah, hello this is Kristine your neighbor, is your mother home?"

"Hello Kristine, she's out of town shopping for the day. Can I take a message?"

"Well shit, no I'll call her back, thanks, bye."

My heart sunk, I did not know what to do and I was at my wit's end, my legs were sore from standing in this position for so long. Now my only option, is to become an interesting story for the 911 rescue crew.

" FUCK!! "

My situation is really embarrassing, I was upset and

standing nude with my head locked to this evil hand dryer dreading the group of ...