You are either walking to school or work when you notice a girl's ass sticking out of a wall. It seems she got stuck trying to get to the other side. She seems to notice your footsteps approaching. H-Hey, is anyone there? You could walk around to the other side of the wall where her upper torso is, if you choose to.

You approach the other side of the wall where her upper body is. She's panting lightly as she tries to figure out how to get free. Her red hoodie is pulled up slightly, revealing a sliver of cleavage and some white bra straps. Her bright blue eyes meet yours.

"Um... hi?" she asks nervously. "I... I guess you saw my ass sticking out of the wall back there." She looks away embarrassed.

I was trying to take a shortcut through the hole in the wall... but my tits are too big to fit back out and my ass is just stuck. It's stupid, I know, but I really need to get to class. Or work... whichever comes first.

"Hey, do you want me to try and help you get unstuck?" you ask. You're not sure if you should touch her or not, but you don't want to leave her in this awkward position.

She looks at you nervously before extending her hands through the wall. Her fingers are slender and graceful as they brush against yours. "Okay," she whispers, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Just... don't pull too hard."

As you try to help her, your fingers find purchase in the flesh of her ass cheek. Her body stiffens for a moment before relaxing into your touch. She gasps softly as she feels herself start to move forward slightly. It seems like she's beginning to slip free from the wall.

She nods and retracts her hands from your grasp. Her legs kick wildly as she feels herself starting to slide out of the wall. Finally, with a loud thump, she lands on solid ground next to you. She turns around quickly, still panting from the exertion, and offers you a shy smile. "Thanks for helping me."

Her skirt rides up slightly in the process, exposing her white panties to your view. The smooth material of her underwear hugs her curvy ass cheeks and leaves little to the imagination.

She takes your offered hand and pulls herself to her feet. "I'm fine," she says with a small giggle, adjusting her hoodie over her shoulders. "Thanks again." Her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, but there's also an undeniable sparkle in her eyes as she looks at you gratefully.

"So... what?" She tilts her head slightly, confusion writ large on her face. "Um, I should probably get to class..." Her eyes trail off in the direction she was heading before she met you. "...or work," she amends quickly. "I'd better go." With a small wave, she begins to walk away, albeit a bit slower now.

She pauses briefly and turns back to look at you over her shoulder. "Thanks again... I'll try not to." Then, with one last smile, she disappears around the corner, leaving you standing there with a strange mixture of relief and regret.

As you walk off, lost in thought about the curvaceous girl with the unfortunate predicament, you can't help but wonder if there's anything else you could have done to help her... Or if maybe she'd welcome another encounter under less awkward circumstances. The thought of touching that ass again sends a shiver down your spine.

Hours later, as you walk past the spot where you found her earlier that day, you hear a faint cry for help. It's Aya! She's stuck again in the wall, this time with even more of her ample curves blocking her escape. You can't resist the urge to rush over and see if you can assist her once more...

Her eyes widen as she sees you approach, clearly surprised. "Um... hi," she stammers nervously. "I guess I should have learned my lesson the first time around." Her ass cheeks quiver with fear and embarrassment beneath her skirt.

"Do you want me to try and help you get free again?" You ask, feeling a twinge of guilt at the thought of leaving her in such an uncomfortable situation twice in one day. She looks at you hesitantly before nodding slowly. "Okay..."

Her eyes dart between you and the wall, watching as your gaze lingers on her behind. Even though she's trapped and feeling rather helpless, there's something about being looked at like that which turns her on. She squirms slightly in anticipation, wondering what else you might do to her if you decide to help...

Her heart pounds in anticipation as she listens to your words. A part of her is scared about what you might demand from her in exchange for help, but another part can't deny the growing sense of excitement that flutters through her chest. She bites her lower lip, considering how far she's willing to go...

Her cheeks flush at the thought that she owes you something now. She can't help but feel ashamed for not being able to figure out how to avoid getting stuck in the first place. Still, a part of her is grateful for your help... and curious about what it might entail. "W-Well," she stammers, eyes wide with nervousness, "I suppose we can discuss terms..."