You tell her how you masturbated to her

Emboldened by alcohol, you say, "Remember that day when you wore your black business suit?"

"Yeah?"

"And in the pantry there were some boxes that they put there?"

"Right. People were complaining for a full week before they removed them? What's of it?"

"One day, you rubbed against me because the space is too tight and you need to pass through me?"

"And?"

"It was too much for me. I had to go masturbate myself to your image in my head in the shower room later that day. Twice."