flyest826
01-01-2008, 12:31 PM
I'm trying to find the rest if this story.
Experience 3 (Well planed again but nearly screwed it up beforehand)
Well, it took a while for me to even contemplate another adventure. My girlfriend and I split up (Kathryn) and it took a while to get over, but then I started going out with a different girl. Vickie. She was an attractive 22 year old around 5 ft 7” with a bubbly personality. She wasn’t exactly skinny but not fat either. A nice full figure. Now this was around 18 months later than the bedroom experience and my social life had changed somewhat. I hung around with a good bunch of mates and Vickie had her group of friends. Every now and then I would see a potential opportunity for an experience but didn’t follow it up. Nerves I guess. After going out with Vickie for about 8 months, curiosity finally got the better of me and I started to seriously think about the idea again. It was triggered when the girls were going to a club one Saturday night and they all got ready in Vickie’s house. I was there at the start of the night lounging around with Vickie just before the girls arrived. I had nothing planned but a film and a few tinny’s. I was swiftly kicked out once they had all arrived but not before noticing how many of them there were. The whole gang was present, as was normal for their little clubbing jaunts. I can still remember their names too, Michelle, Sarah, Becky, Clare, Emma and Amy, 7 in total, including Vickie. This is what started the whole idea off again. The excitement of what could be, but I did have my doubts. If I was to conceal myself in the bedroom when they were getting ready for example, then there could be no mistakes. There were 7 girls and that amounts to a lot of weight. Each girl weighing around 9 stone I guess. None of them were overweight, and were really nice looking girls, especially Amy and Michele, they were fantastic, but I had to think about this very carefully. I even considered not bothering at all, even after a very thorough inspection of the potential hiding places. Let me explain the problem.
In the bedroom there was a dressing table with a regular stool (no chance of hiding there) and a two-seater sofa. There was, obviously, the bed, which looked of similar construction to the one I modified in my bedroom experience, and a ledge by the bay window. There were 3 possible places of concealment, one under the bay window ledge, one under the bed and one under the sofa. Now, seeing as this wasn’t my bedroom, I couldn’t modify anything. Not enough time and it would probably be discovered eventually. This removed the bed idea. (Shame, coz it worked last time) The remaining 2 possibilities were the window ledge and the sofa. The ledge idea would probably work but I wouldn’t feel anything. Plus the curtains would be drawn removing the possibility of the girls sitting on it. The sofa was the other option. (A very risky option, but, aren’t they all?) The girls at some point would use it because it was right next to the make-up rack and CD player. (Make up rack being a wireframe stand with hairdryer, staighteners, tongs etc on it) I had to be absolutely sure there was no way of being discovered.
That would land me in some serious shit and that was where the problem lied.
This seemed the only possible place so I decided to investigate. No harm in looking. The layout of the bedroom was: you entered the room, immediately left along the wall was the bed. Facing you on the far wall was the dresser and stool. The window was in the far right corner and then the sofa immediate right. The sofa was of a regular construction, as in, it had a solid base about one and a half foot high with sewn on cushions. It was a navy material with swirl patterns on it and the cushions were kind of oversized. (Slightly overhanging the frame I suppose) The immediate drawback for me was the cushion depth, which appeared to be only 6 inches or so. I knew I would have to be inside the thing for any realistic chance of an experience. I had no idea of the frame construction or anything so; I decided to have a look. During a regular visit, Vickie left for me alone in the bedroom for some reason, (can’t quite remember now) and this allowed a peek inside the sofa. The base was sealed with a stapled sheet attached to the wooden frame. The whole base was held up off the floor about half an inch by little wheels. I moved the sofa from the wall and pulled a corner of the base material free to look inside. I don’t know if any of you have done this before but the framework in this sofa was basic. Instead of springs there were straps holding a large piece of foam in position. (Similar to the bench seat) They were sort of like car seat belt straps that gave way when stretched. The base was not filled with this foam but provided cushioning effect because of the straps. The wooden frame inside the base caused the main problem. Not obstruction, but space limiting. I didn’t know if I would fit inside. It was basically a rectangle box frame with a few corner sections reinforced. The arms of the sofa were hollow but provided little extra space. I also didn’t know how much the foam dropped when sat or knelt on. These were the findings of my first investigation, and further inspection was needed before even contemplating the idea of an experience.
Once the ball was rolling it was hard to stop. Over the next couple of weeks I regularly thought about being under the seat. What would it really feel like? No risky ideas like before (head in the mattress), just the overall idea of being positioned in the seat. Timing would also be crucial. How many girls would be present at my time of hiding? How often would they sit on the sofa? Etc. Well I bided my time until I was alone in the bedroom again (the second time I can remember she was in the shower) then had another look at my potential hiding place. (It’s all about the planning believe me) The sofa was positioned with its back to the wall so it allowed me to pull free a little base material from the base then glue it once finished. No one would notice I tampered with it. If I were to get inside, then the sofa would have to be flush to the wall so no one could see the material I pulled free to get in. (don’t think I could have glued it from the inside). This I thought was ok because the sofa had been in the same position ever since I knew Vickie. Knowing I had sufficient time, I tried to get inside the sofa. I had to lift it up so I could slide over the base material but under the wooden frame. My heart was jumping around even doing this and I listened very carefully for approaching sounds while I was trying the fit. I can remember I had to cross my legs and put my feet under my thighs just to get my legs in and I’m only 5ft 7”. The top half of my body was a little trickier. While trying to support the weight of the sofa I had to shuffle in and wiggle around to try and fit. Once my shoulders and head were inside a let it drop down. It was very tight and constant fidgeting was required for any sort of flat position. The foam ceiling was about 5 inches above me. I was inside, shaking, nervous and very uncomfortable. My body was lying flat, my hands on my stomach and my legs bent underneath me. The top of my head touched the side material of the arm. Tilting my head to the side brought it to the front corner of the seating area but it cricked my neck a bit. (At least I could move my head) It reminded me a bit of the bench seat. I lay there briefly listening to the sounds of the shower heart hammering and quivering then quickly clambered out. I listened carefully for anyone coming to the room then decided I still had time to look at a few other things. Using the experience of previous attempts, I realised I had to find out how far the foam compressed. This was vital to my concealment. Pushing the foam from underneath revealed it soft and yielding and the straps were firm but I still needed to test it. I expected the foam to bulge around the straps when compressed which would be ok so long as it wasn’t excessive. I wasn’t too concerned with my comfort at this point but more about the possibility of the girls feeling me underneath them. I hurried around quickly to try out another simulation. (All the time checking that no one would catch me messing about with the seat) I placed one of Vickie’s storage box’s inside the sofa to simulate me being in there and sat on the cushions. The cushions must have masked allot of the compression difference because, I felt no real difference to the normal seat. The top cushions compressed but not so they were completely flat. This I thought would aid my concealment. Now considering my weight 60Kg - 10 stone, I decided to stand on the cushion above the storage box on one foot to create the sort pressure 2 or 3 girls might when sitting. I could feel something, but not a huge difference. I bounced about a bit and unless you were trying to notice something, you couldn’t really tell. The difference I felt was where the box was and where it ended. If it were all level, I figured, they probably wouldn’t feel the difference. I heard the shower stop so I grabbed the storage box, shoved the sofa back into its position and then led on the bed pretending to read a magazine.
A few minutes later Vickie came in wrapped in a towel and sat on the edge of the bed as she tussled with her hair. I can remember looking at the sofa and thinking about the possibilities when Vickie got up off the bed and went and sat on the sofa. Nothing out of the ordinary there except I was thinking about trying to hide inside the thing. I noticed how the cushions compressed, how she sat without a thought, bounced a little but mostly sat completely still. She dropped hard onto the cushions (why wouldn’t she) and apart from the odd movement, remained sitting still, messing with her hair. Her legs were drawn back so her feet just touched the base and her knees draw together. I had seen it probably dozens of times but not from my new viewpoint of being inside the thing. I decided there and then I was going to go through with it and started to shake a little even at the idea of it. The basic plan was to wait until an appropriate night when the girls would get ready here then simply hide inside when Vickie thought I had gone home. Timing would be a problem but I was sure something would work out. I didn’t know how long they took to get ready but I estimated around 2 hours. Even thinking about it now gets me nervous. To be continued……..
Experience 3 (Well planed again but nearly screwed it up beforehand)
Well, it took a while for me to even contemplate another adventure. My girlfriend and I split up (Kathryn) and it took a while to get over, but then I started going out with a different girl. Vickie. She was an attractive 22 year old around 5 ft 7” with a bubbly personality. She wasn’t exactly skinny but not fat either. A nice full figure. Now this was around 18 months later than the bedroom experience and my social life had changed somewhat. I hung around with a good bunch of mates and Vickie had her group of friends. Every now and then I would see a potential opportunity for an experience but didn’t follow it up. Nerves I guess. After going out with Vickie for about 8 months, curiosity finally got the better of me and I started to seriously think about the idea again. It was triggered when the girls were going to a club one Saturday night and they all got ready in Vickie’s house. I was there at the start of the night lounging around with Vickie just before the girls arrived. I had nothing planned but a film and a few tinny’s. I was swiftly kicked out once they had all arrived but not before noticing how many of them there were. The whole gang was present, as was normal for their little clubbing jaunts. I can still remember their names too, Michelle, Sarah, Becky, Clare, Emma and Amy, 7 in total, including Vickie. This is what started the whole idea off again. The excitement of what could be, but I did have my doubts. If I was to conceal myself in the bedroom when they were getting ready for example, then there could be no mistakes. There were 7 girls and that amounts to a lot of weight. Each girl weighing around 9 stone I guess. None of them were overweight, and were really nice looking girls, especially Amy and Michele, they were fantastic, but I had to think about this very carefully. I even considered not bothering at all, even after a very thorough inspection of the potential hiding places. Let me explain the problem.
In the bedroom there was a dressing table with a regular stool (no chance of hiding there) and a two-seater sofa. There was, obviously, the bed, which looked of similar construction to the one I modified in my bedroom experience, and a ledge by the bay window. There were 3 possible places of concealment, one under the bay window ledge, one under the bed and one under the sofa. Now, seeing as this wasn’t my bedroom, I couldn’t modify anything. Not enough time and it would probably be discovered eventually. This removed the bed idea. (Shame, coz it worked last time) The remaining 2 possibilities were the window ledge and the sofa. The ledge idea would probably work but I wouldn’t feel anything. Plus the curtains would be drawn removing the possibility of the girls sitting on it. The sofa was the other option. (A very risky option, but, aren’t they all?) The girls at some point would use it because it was right next to the make-up rack and CD player. (Make up rack being a wireframe stand with hairdryer, staighteners, tongs etc on it) I had to be absolutely sure there was no way of being discovered.
That would land me in some serious shit and that was where the problem lied.
This seemed the only possible place so I decided to investigate. No harm in looking. The layout of the bedroom was: you entered the room, immediately left along the wall was the bed. Facing you on the far wall was the dresser and stool. The window was in the far right corner and then the sofa immediate right. The sofa was of a regular construction, as in, it had a solid base about one and a half foot high with sewn on cushions. It was a navy material with swirl patterns on it and the cushions were kind of oversized. (Slightly overhanging the frame I suppose) The immediate drawback for me was the cushion depth, which appeared to be only 6 inches or so. I knew I would have to be inside the thing for any realistic chance of an experience. I had no idea of the frame construction or anything so; I decided to have a look. During a regular visit, Vickie left for me alone in the bedroom for some reason, (can’t quite remember now) and this allowed a peek inside the sofa. The base was sealed with a stapled sheet attached to the wooden frame. The whole base was held up off the floor about half an inch by little wheels. I moved the sofa from the wall and pulled a corner of the base material free to look inside. I don’t know if any of you have done this before but the framework in this sofa was basic. Instead of springs there were straps holding a large piece of foam in position. (Similar to the bench seat) They were sort of like car seat belt straps that gave way when stretched. The base was not filled with this foam but provided cushioning effect because of the straps. The wooden frame inside the base caused the main problem. Not obstruction, but space limiting. I didn’t know if I would fit inside. It was basically a rectangle box frame with a few corner sections reinforced. The arms of the sofa were hollow but provided little extra space. I also didn’t know how much the foam dropped when sat or knelt on. These were the findings of my first investigation, and further inspection was needed before even contemplating the idea of an experience.
Once the ball was rolling it was hard to stop. Over the next couple of weeks I regularly thought about being under the seat. What would it really feel like? No risky ideas like before (head in the mattress), just the overall idea of being positioned in the seat. Timing would also be crucial. How many girls would be present at my time of hiding? How often would they sit on the sofa? Etc. Well I bided my time until I was alone in the bedroom again (the second time I can remember she was in the shower) then had another look at my potential hiding place. (It’s all about the planning believe me) The sofa was positioned with its back to the wall so it allowed me to pull free a little base material from the base then glue it once finished. No one would notice I tampered with it. If I were to get inside, then the sofa would have to be flush to the wall so no one could see the material I pulled free to get in. (don’t think I could have glued it from the inside). This I thought was ok because the sofa had been in the same position ever since I knew Vickie. Knowing I had sufficient time, I tried to get inside the sofa. I had to lift it up so I could slide over the base material but under the wooden frame. My heart was jumping around even doing this and I listened very carefully for approaching sounds while I was trying the fit. I can remember I had to cross my legs and put my feet under my thighs just to get my legs in and I’m only 5ft 7”. The top half of my body was a little trickier. While trying to support the weight of the sofa I had to shuffle in and wiggle around to try and fit. Once my shoulders and head were inside a let it drop down. It was very tight and constant fidgeting was required for any sort of flat position. The foam ceiling was about 5 inches above me. I was inside, shaking, nervous and very uncomfortable. My body was lying flat, my hands on my stomach and my legs bent underneath me. The top of my head touched the side material of the arm. Tilting my head to the side brought it to the front corner of the seating area but it cricked my neck a bit. (At least I could move my head) It reminded me a bit of the bench seat. I lay there briefly listening to the sounds of the shower heart hammering and quivering then quickly clambered out. I listened carefully for anyone coming to the room then decided I still had time to look at a few other things. Using the experience of previous attempts, I realised I had to find out how far the foam compressed. This was vital to my concealment. Pushing the foam from underneath revealed it soft and yielding and the straps were firm but I still needed to test it. I expected the foam to bulge around the straps when compressed which would be ok so long as it wasn’t excessive. I wasn’t too concerned with my comfort at this point but more about the possibility of the girls feeling me underneath them. I hurried around quickly to try out another simulation. (All the time checking that no one would catch me messing about with the seat) I placed one of Vickie’s storage box’s inside the sofa to simulate me being in there and sat on the cushions. The cushions must have masked allot of the compression difference because, I felt no real difference to the normal seat. The top cushions compressed but not so they were completely flat. This I thought would aid my concealment. Now considering my weight 60Kg - 10 stone, I decided to stand on the cushion above the storage box on one foot to create the sort pressure 2 or 3 girls might when sitting. I could feel something, but not a huge difference. I bounced about a bit and unless you were trying to notice something, you couldn’t really tell. The difference I felt was where the box was and where it ended. If it were all level, I figured, they probably wouldn’t feel the difference. I heard the shower stop so I grabbed the storage box, shoved the sofa back into its position and then led on the bed pretending to read a magazine.
A few minutes later Vickie came in wrapped in a towel and sat on the edge of the bed as she tussled with her hair. I can remember looking at the sofa and thinking about the possibilities when Vickie got up off the bed and went and sat on the sofa. Nothing out of the ordinary there except I was thinking about trying to hide inside the thing. I noticed how the cushions compressed, how she sat without a thought, bounced a little but mostly sat completely still. She dropped hard onto the cushions (why wouldn’t she) and apart from the odd movement, remained sitting still, messing with her hair. Her legs were drawn back so her feet just touched the base and her knees draw together. I had seen it probably dozens of times but not from my new viewpoint of being inside the thing. I decided there and then I was going to go through with it and started to shake a little even at the idea of it. The basic plan was to wait until an appropriate night when the girls would get ready here then simply hide inside when Vickie thought I had gone home. Timing would be a problem but I was sure something would work out. I didn’t know how long they took to get ready but I estimated around 2 hours. Even thinking about it now gets me nervous. To be continued……..