Taylor excuses herself

Taylor quietly made her way to the door, leaving her bag and notebook so it was clear she was just going to the bathroom and not abandoning class altogether. She made her way quickly to the nearby women's restroom. Glancing around, it looked like all the stalls were empty. She picked the one in the back corner, shut the door, and immediately set to work.

She pulled her dress off over her head so she could have access to her tits, hanging the dress on the hook on the stall door. She sat on the toilet, spread her legs, and gingerly touched her clit. She was already dripping wet, and if she'd waited any longer she would have risked a wet spot on her dress. Suppressing a moan at that initial contact with her sensitive clit, she started rubbing it in a circle.

With her other hand, Taylor grabbed at her tit, squeezing and pulling on her nipple. It felt so, so good to let loose and give in to her urges. This wasn't the first time she had ever masturbated in a public bathroom - not even the first time in this bathroom - but knowing that public places like this were the only places she could cum anymore made the experience hotter.

She picked up her pace, not wanting to be gone from the classroom for a suspiciously long time. She plunged two fingers into her pussy, bracing her palm against her clit as she fingered herself with abandon.

The restroom door opened and someone walked in, and part of Taylor's brain panicked and wanted to throw on her dress and leave. But no - she needed this orgasm, and she was going to get it. She kept going, trying her best to remain absolutely silent, as the other person in the room went about their business.

She was naked, just a thin door between her and a stranger, with cracks below and around the edges, as well as an open top, if a voyeur felt like taking a peek. God that's hot. She was almost there.