My nipples need attention, let's take off these clothes.

I had to listen to my body, to its needs, to its calls.

Standing up quickly, I removed all the clothes I was wearing, throwing my dress to the (thankfully clean) floor, and stripping away my panties.

Game on.

I continued my exploration, now unobstructed, of my body, allowing my fingers to drift across it and find its curves and edges. There was an undeniable joy in this perverted exploration, so ****, sexual, and open, a thrill in risking the humiliation of discovery, of being found out in this compromising situation.

I felt the heat rising through me, bubbling at the surface as I pinched my nipples and spread my legs to be explored by my adventuring hand, who kept going at my snatch, fingering it with fervor.

There it was... Close, just out of grasp...

//What if Mr. Bekham came in and found me now?//

That final perverted thought threw me over the edge, pushing me to a loud, passionate orgasm as I couldn't stifle the moans that rose and fired out of my mouth.

The electricity maintained, my body shaking and stretching in agonizing relief, my legs shaking uncontrollably, hitting the wooden bench with fervor.

The heat was intense, my body on fire from all the beautiful ministrations I subjected it to, a soft layer of sweat covering it, glistening in the soft locker room light.

//That was amazing. Why is public stuff so absolutely naughty and attractive?//