Trapped by Liberty

It takes a second for you to fully realize the situation you've put yourself in. You were understandably on edge considering how much you're on display, but you're halfway to a Heimlich maneuver before realizing you've pressed yourself up against your teacher's back with your hands pretty firmly over her chest. Miss Villagomez recovers quickly-- almost like she wasn't actually **** all that hard to begin with, genius-- and her last few sputters start turning into nervous giggles.

"O-Oh my, Sam, thank you, but I'm fine!" She goes to put a hand on her chest, but jumps a bit when her fingers meet your own, and when a nervous twitch causes your fingers to squeeze in slightly on her B-cups, she lets out another quick squeal. "Oh my goodness!" Quickly you pull your hands away and back up, shivering as your bare ass makes contact with the wall behind you.

"Jesus, Miss Villagomez, I'm really sorry," you start to stammer out, "I didn't mean to-- I just panicked, and, and..." You trail off as the shorter woman looks at you over her shoulder with an odd look. Maybe odd isn't the right word; in fact, it's pretty close to the same look every other woman tonight has been giving you. The same look a cat gives to a bird in a cage.

"Oh no no no, Sam, it's fine! I just, I'm seeing a new side of you tonight!" Her eyes flicker up and down your body, and you sheepishly fold your arms. "In fact I'd say I'm seeing a lot of you tonight!"

"Ha, yeah, it uh, it wasn't exactly my idea," you try and explain. You hope Miss Villagomez is just a little out of breath from her coughing fit and the likely-liquor-tinged libations, because if the half-lidded eyes and blush she was showing you were anything else, you might be starting to get worried! "I didn't mean to uh, surprise you that badly."

"Oh but it was a happy surprise, don't worry," she says, and somehow you can't help but worry a bit more. "Although..."

Before you have a chance to protest, Miss Villagomez backs up from the punch table and into you, her back against your front and your back against a wall. "Wh- Miss Villagomez! What are you doing?"

"Oh I'm still just a bit woozy from my coughing fit," she explains, leaning her head back against your chest. "I don't think it's too serious but, if you wanted to help a bit again, I wouldn't say no..." She puts her hands back on your own, but when you just stammer a bit more instead of bringing them back up to her chest, she decides to take another approach. Her green toga is layered but the fabric itself is thin, so when she pushes her lower body back into yours, it's almost like your leaf and her sheet may not exist for how you can feel her ass pressing against your cock. You reach a hand up to stifle a moan, and this only encourages her, as she starts grinding against you and bringing you to full mast.

"Miss Villagomez, please!"

"What was that?" she asks, as innocent as could be, "just help me stay on my feet a moment longer, I've almost caught my breath..."

As the petite woman keeps you pinned to the wall with her posterior, you start frantically glancing around the party. A few people here and there are side-eyeing you and the older woman with grins on their faces, but most people seem unaware. If you could just spot a gap in the crowd, maybe you could make a break to somewhere you could catch your breath, and readjust your leaf to deal with the rapidly stiffening part of you underneath it that was telling you to stay with the amorous orchestra instructor.