A door slams and you realize you're stuck

"God, that was great," you gasp when the orgasm settles to a tingle. As always your body seems primed and ready, as if no orgasm can totally satisfy it.

Idly your fingers stroke your breasts and buttocks, and you're considering another round when you hear the slamming of a door somewhere nearby. You're not sure if it was a car or house door but it couldn't have been farther than a house away. It might even have been your own.

"Oh Christ, I can't let Mom catch me like this!" you think aloud, and leap up, only to let out a yelp as the lounge chair refuses to let go of your breasts.

While masturbating you'd hardly paid attention to what you were doing to your large mammaries, but all of your tugging had pulled them bit-by-bit between the slats of the pool chair. With the narrow gap between the wood and your body pressed against it your breasts are almost completely on the other side. Unfortunately, the narrow space they've been pulled through is now trapping them, effectively locking you to the chair.

You could ease your way out, given some patience, but you've no idea where or what the door was. What if someone, like your mother, or a vengeful sister in your body, was about to come around the corner?

Options flash through your mind. Forcing yourself free as quickly as possible through brute ****, concealing your predicament somehow, or maybe just trusting to luck that it was a neighbor.