Hoofing It Home

I place the note and my new schedule, into my purse. I place my flats into my locker, as I rather not wear what little of my uniform I have outside of work, and grab my high heels out. I put them on, and squaring my shoulders, walk out the door. I wave goodbye to my new co-workers, who wave back, giggling once I pass by. I find myself smiling back, heading outside, the door closing behind me. I hear it lock as I step away, my mind reminding me I've reached the point of no return now.

I feel the cool spring breeze rush across my skin, goos-bumps forming almost initially, and my nipples getting harder by the moment. I can see them standing out like arrow tips from my bosom, and the breeze also reminds me of something else; the glazing of cum that dried in drops upon my skin feels notably different each time the breeze brushes across it.

I walk slowly, feeling the coolness seeming to swirl around my naked body. As I walk, I see, in the corner of the lot, the college males around their van, talking and laughing. In another direction, I see a few co-workers leaving the employee-only exit, chatting and in good spirits. Lastly, as I turn my gaze forward, I see the two young women I served from before, getting ready to leave.

Part of me wonders why my guests are still here, but the thought is soon pushed aside, and I find myself wondering if I should take advantage of the opportunity it presents; I could get a ride from one of them, or keep walking anyway ...