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Once I got out the door and into the hall, I slowed down. My resolve to keep risking things was pushed back a bit by reality. The hall was very different than the classroom. Multiple exits and entrances where anyone could show up. The floor and walls were different. I was in just my underwear, and there was a lot of ways to be seen like that now!
Yet what kept me from screaming, heading back into the classroom, and dressing back up was my hand.
First I had it between my legs just to shield me, to hide that little bit of my panties that it could.
Then that hand squeezed just a little bit out of nervousness.
Then I nearly opened my mouth and gasped out loud.
And just like that, the rationale part of my brain was shot off again. I was turned on, and I could tell. My fingers felt so good, and I knew it was because I was out there like that.
“To the bottom floor and back, then you can say you really did something remarkable!” I told myself. Today I wasn’t going to be the shy girl who was quiet and didn’t make herself noticed. Today I was going to give in to a desire and have some fun.
I began to walk down the hall in just my underwear…