She gets sidetracked

Anna kept moving, **** to escape to the locker room. She needed clothes, and maybe a minute or ten under the shower. All the while, she was sweating from the trapped heat, and itching to send a hand between her thighs. The owl had awkward, off balance steps that looked like it could tumble over at any moment. If anyone saw, they'd think it was just an act. Far from the truth, considering Anna's state.

Her path drew her near the cafeteria. The sound of students, dozens, if not, hundreds of them, where chattering during their lunch hour. Even with the doors shut, Anna knew approaching those doors could only end in disaster. And yet, her crotch seemed to twitch. She hesitated and tried to draw a hand out of the suits arm, but the suit was too small for that kind of movement.

"Mmm..." came her frustrated hum. Her thighs pressed together, trying to put together pressure against her moist sex. It wasn't enough for her. Inside the humid costume, her sweaty body begged for attention. Anna couldn't cave if she wanted to with the suit hindering her arms. She panted, and searched for relief of some kind. Any kind.

Anna licked her lips at the sight of a water fountain. Knowing the locker room wasn't much further, the owl approached it. Just a quick drink. That would be enough.