Of course she did... but there's always a but ;)

Making that 'belt' was easier than what she feared. Anna smiled a little as she help up her skirt. Now she could put it back on...

However, just as she was about to do that, she heard a noise just behind her. Someone was there !

Panicking she let go of her skirt, who felled on the ground besides her, clearly visible to anyone looking in her direction.

Her hands had automatically gone to her pussy to try hide it, and the contact made her gasp a little, surprised at how sensitive it was.

She used her right foot to try to push her skirt under her desk to hide it... but missed completely and launched it under a shelf nearby. Now she would have to get out of her seat to grab it... At least it was hidden.

Not daring to move anymore, she listened carefully, trying to know if any of that had been seen by the person behind her... She couldn't believe she was didn't see or hear anything before that person was so close...

She didn't know what to do... being seen half naked in such a public place would be a disaster.

And yet, she realized that she had never been as aroused as she was now. Her fingers near her pussy could feel something wet and hot. Just another symptom to prove to herself that she was feeling it at a basic level. She didn't want to believe it... But it felt good... better that anything she had done before. Masturbating at home had never been as intense as this.

One of her fingers started very slowly to caress down there, finding her clit, and teasing it. She used all her will to stop herself from making any sound. She knew that was she was doing was stupid, but she couldn't stop herself. it just felt too good...

She heard a book being put in a shelf behind her, before she felt the one behind her moving away. It seems that she wasn't found out... However, that reminder that she was not alone was enough to make her stop her finger, and look at herself. Holding up her hands, she saw her own juice on her fingers... Squirming on her seat, she felt so hot, and constricted by her bra. Never before had she felt the 'pressure' of her clothes on her body. Not that way... It was as if her body was saying to her that it wanted to be free.

She felt so conflicted... Her mind telling her to get up, grab her skirt and get decent again and stop this foolishness, but her body was clearly disagreeing, aroused as it was. She instinctively knew that if she were to masturbate right here, her orgasm would be way more intense than any she had before...