Trapped in the closet.

"Shit!" Mrs. Hunter cursed and froze for a second before she began gathering up her clothes and hurridly pulling them on. She looked back to the desk and saw Paul still sitting there, with a look on his face like he was a deer in a car's headlights. "Paul! You have to get dressed right now!"

She looked over to Jenna, who was still watching Paul's massive cock jutting out in front of him. "Jenna! Can you please help Paul find his clothes?"

"Wha-- Yes, Mrs. Hunter," Jenna said as she came back to her senses again. She bent down and began picking up Paul's clothes. She moved towards the desk, picking up clothes, as Paul slid off of it and in her bent over position her face came within inches of Paul's cock. She saw the veiny monster in front of her face and quickly stood upright and handed Paul's clothes to him forcibly, try to get him to cover up so she wouldn't be distracted by him anymore.

Paul pulled his shirt on and then held his pants in front of him with a concerned look. "Mrs. Hunter, I'll never get these on now! Not with, you know..." he said as he nodded down towards his engorged member.

"Oh, Paul," Mrs. Hunter said in an irritated tone, "Why don't you just--"

She was cut off by a knocking at the door. "Honey, Are you in there?"

Mrs. Hunter, Paul and Jenna all looked at each other in fear at the sound of Mr. Hunter on the other side of the door.

Mrs. Hunter quickly finished buttoning her blouse and then moved towards Paul and Jenna. She herded them with her arm and pushed them into the closet next to her office door. Jenna was about to protest when Mrs. Hunter put her hand over Jenna's mouth and gave her a very stern look. She shut the door and left Paul and Jenna in the dark closet.

Actually, calling it a closet was generous. it was actually closer to being a broom closet that Mrs. Hunter would hang her coat in. It was barely wide enough for the two students and even then their bodies were pressed up against each other, their backs to the walls and facing each other.

Paul couldn't see anything, but he could feel the short blonde in front of him pressed against his lower stomach and there was no was to move away from her. Her warm breath blew against his bare chest as her face was inches away from it. His cock was caught between them and the soft fuzzy material of her sweater was so soft against the underside of his cock. They were both dead quiet as they listened to the room outside.

They heard the office door open and Mrs. Hunter greet her husband.