I got a little help from a friend

This happened during the height of summer when one of my flatmates was moving out.
When I was narrating a few tidbits of that day to someone here, they convinced me to write down more details.
So here goes my experience:

Like I said, one of my long-term flatmates was moving out during summer, and they had some of their friends over to help with the move. As a farewell gift, I received a nice, delicate standing lamp (probably because it wouldn't have survived the move anyways). After I relocated it to my room, I was admiring how nice it looked in the corner next to my sofa. Then I started to wonder how to connect it to power. The only outlet nearby was behind the heavy sofa and not easily reachable as I had tugged lots of stuff benath it (you might remember something red :) ). I didn't want to bother the others to move my sofa as they were pretty busy with the actual move. So I got down on my knees and started to pull out just enough of the storage boxes to create a makeshift tunnel to the back of the wall. Once done, I went flat on my stomach and tried to squeeze in with the power cord in hand. I barely managed, but not only was it uncomfortable on my breasts, I also couldn't quite reach the outlet. So I slid out and tried again, this time laying on my back. That worked much better, I was able to squeeze in far enough with my legs spread and firmly planted outside doing the pushing. The position was still a bit uncomfortable and I couldn't move too well under the sofa, but I was able to reach back to the outlet. Then it dawned on me that I had forgotten the power cord in front of the sofa. I tried to reach it, but couldn't quite get to it from my current position. So I started to try and squeeze out again which was surprisingly difficult as I couldn't rely on my legs doing the pushing. The only thing that I managed to achieve was riding my shorts further up. I was only wearing relatively thin lycra shorts due to the hot summer and I felt the fabric digging in.

As I was trying to get out, I heard footsteps and called out for some help: "Hey, whoever is walking there, could you lend me a hand and give me that plug?" I heard the footsteps stop and come into my room. After some time I felt something in my hand and closed my fingers around it. It was a plug, but not the type of plug that I had expected. Only then I remembered that one of the boxes that I had moved out contained my toys, and without a lid they had been on full display. I was holding my inflatable plug!
Then I heard some steps and the door being closed softly. At this point I realized the view that that I must be giving, legs spread and showing off a prominent camel toe. And right after I felt something else...a brush on my crotch. A very familiar sensation was brushing over it...the feeling of my trusty red dildo. Out of reflex I pushed against it and let out a small sound of satisfaction, grabbing the plug more tightly. I directly cursed myself for doing that and again for not realizing that I had moved my toy box into plain sight.
Then I heard a muffled voice say "good girl".

Feel free to extrapolate and write about what happened next...

For reference, this was what I was wearing and that is my plug:
https://www.imagebam.com/view/GAAAME