I arrive at the center for our weekly group meeting. I'm the first person here so I make a quick visit to the restroom before the others show up.
I stand in front of the mirror, pinching my cheeks to add some colour to them and take out my lip gloss for a quick touch-up when the restroom door opens and in you walk, bold as brass.
My heart beats faster seeing you standing there. You look so sexy in your uniform.
I exclaim "Chris what are you doing? This is the ladies washroom, you shouldn't be in here!"
You reply "I know where I am, and we both know why I'm in here!" You grab me around the waist and pull me towards you.
I resist but only for a moment before I place my hands on your biceps and lean in towards you. Feeling saucy I whisper "No, I don't know why you are here, why don't you tell me."
You growl softly and pull me a little closer to you. With a voice bordering on anger you say "I'm here because my cock has been rock hard all day imagining you in the skirt and thong that you so eloquently described to me by text this morning! You are such a cock tease! I really wish you had of left that skirt on this evening."
I manage to suppress my grin, but can do nothing about the laughter in my eyes. "Hey you are the one that asked what I was wearing today... how was I to know that you get so turned on by women in skirts?"
You sputter "Vicky, I don't get turned on by women in skirts. I get turned on by the image of you in a skirt. I get turned on by the thought of bending you over the desk in your office, reaching underneath your skirt, ripping your panties off and pounding into your pussy so fast and furious that your screams would be heard by everyone you work with."
"Oh, is that what you were thinking about all day long? Well it's no wonder you have a hard on. My question to you is, how can I help?" I ask with a cheeky grin.
"You can start by going into that stall and sitting your sexy ass down astride the toilet." He orders.
I turn and walk into the stall to take my position as you've instructed. Before I'm fully ready, you take a hold of my uniform top and undo the buttons, baring my large breasts to your hungry gaze. You push the shirt off my shoulders and midway down my arms so that my chest is jutting forward and my arms are partially incapacitated. You reach out and reverently touch me for the very first time, running your fingertips over my nipple, flicking it softly.
I inhale sharply and moan. "Ohhhh, that feels amazing! Will you suck on my nipples? Please!!!"