Hello people! This my first submission, part of a story I'm writing. This is just the intro, the action heats up later...
I hope this doesn't seem weird or insulting to anyone. If you like this/want more drop me a message!
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Isabelle shut the door of her toilet cubicle after making sure the room was empty. Jessica, her current (and only) love interest, had demanded that she go here immediately. Isabelle was, in honesty, scared -- She knew that Jessica was a far more experienced girl than her. They both, undoubtedly, liked each other in *that* way, already having shared a passionate kiss together after work hours. Jessica had even touched Isabelle's breasts, but this was as far as they had ever been. They weren't going out, but there was something between them -- that was definite.
This really made Jessica's latest command odd. The note had been passed to Isabelle when she came running past, carrying a whole stack of paper. It wasn't a hastily scrawled note, but it was clear that Jessica in a hurry when she penned it -- for example, the "x"s at the end were huge and went off the page. However, the orders were still clear.
Isabelle sat down on the toilet. Jessica still had not yet arrived. Isabelle read the note again:
"hey sweetiee, I want to try something now with you. It wont be much, don't worry, just goto the toilets and sit in the end cubicle, ill come nd sit in the next one soon after, ;)"
The nature of Isabelle's sexuality was not very clear. She knew she was interested in women -- no doubt about it, she found them vastly more attractive. She liked to browse pictures of famous celebrities in her spare time, finding them pretty beyond belief, but she never seemed to be sexually aroused. Not even when Jessica felt her bra, all that drove her was how pretty she found her.
She didn't know what to do in here. She was wearing normal work attire, a blouse, without a jacket (left by her desk), and a mid length skirt. Underneath, her panties were pure white, as well as her bra, which was especially tight.
Her automatic reaction when in a toilet cubicle was, well, to go to the toilet -- so she did. She knew Jessica was going into a different cubicle, so there was nothing to worry about. She lowered her skirt and panties, but stayed still, not peeing, because just then, Jessica walked in.
Isabelle heard her high heels clipping along the room at a fast pace, excited. The cubicle next to her opened and then closed with a bang. Isabelle dared not move, tensing up in position for anything. She trusted Jessica more than anyone else at the moment, but right now, she felt truly alone.
She heard the unzipping of a skirt. Maybe it was someone else? That would be fine. Isabelle would probably have preferred that. What she then heard was more desperate shuffling, as if they were negotiating more than just a skirt.
Then, silence. Isabelle held her breath.
Suddenly, in a flash of red, a hand appeared from below, through the gap between cubicles. The red in the hand was what shook Isabelle to the core -- panties. They were crimson, with intricate lace knitted nearly around the edges in beige. They seemed thicker than most, and almost appeared well worn.
The hand remained there for a few moments. Isabelle leaned over for a closer look. She didn't know whether Jessica was just... showing her, or giving them to her? But why would she do that?
Suddenly the hand shook, making Isabelle jump. She quickly grabbed them -- they seemed heavy in her hand. She brought them up, but dropped them on her lap, unsure as to whether she should be touching such a thing.
