He followed her.
She was incredible.
She had been subtly touching him at different times during the day. Just brushing beside him. That casual touch, now and again, sometimes a little lingering, but never actually making eye contact.
She had a self assuredness about her that he liked. She was liberated he thought, or perhaps just close to it. Needing to have someone help her in unlocking her mind to the pleasures she could experience without compromising her exterior façade. For what was on her mind, no one would ever know, and that gave a freedom, the liberation required. What was required was the courage to go there, to travel, to taste, to breathe the wonder of life; in her mind.
To release form the shackles of the conformity placed on her. The expectations, the requirements; and engage pleasure for herself. For pleasures sake. For her sake. Mental intoxication. Euphoria; blissful release. Pleasure in the extreme.
And so as she walked down the corridor of the school, he followed.
An excitement fell over her. Her heart was racing. She knew this was close to the boundary for her. Not really what she should be doing. She breathed deep, for in a way she was afraid. In another she wanted a release. An excitement, a danger, a risk, a secret to be kept very deep. An arousal. For she was now aroused. The mere thought of it. What she had in mind, so erotic.
It was something she was never supposed to do. But it was something she wanted to do so badly it was making her wet. Her nipples were erect. She had it; the intoxication. She breathed deep and it felt great.
So she stopped in the empty corridor, at the notice board, and looked. Nowhere but blankly at the board. Not reading. Listening as he approached, to his footsteps. Leather soles on the concrete floor. He stood beside her and her heart raced faster. Her imagination running wild.
"We need to finish this" he said.
It was all that he said. Her heart was now pounding. She would be crossing the line. But who would ever know. She was afraid, but wanted to. She nodded politely and walked further down the corridor and turned at a sign marked staff only.
He followed. It was the ladies rest room that she entered. She entered a cubicle and waited for him to follow which he did.
She put down the toilet seat, and cover, and sat on the toilet. She looked up at him. Bit her lower lip and slowly pulled up her dress, as she sat on the toilet seat. He watched in awe.
She pulled her dress high and opened her legs, as he stood and watched. For her it felt fantastic. She felt confident and in control. He stood and watched.
She shuffled forward, her skirt hitched high. Heels firmly on the floor; legs open and apart. Looked him in the eye. Watching his expression, slid her hand inside her panty.
The erotic nature of what he had just seen was amazing. With one hand she played. The other she squeezed her nipple. The whole time she starred into his eyes. She could tell he liked what she was doing. Her, she loved it.
