Ditch jacket

Frantic and scared I torn my arms out of the sleeves and ran to the door from where I came up. Running full speed, with my hands on my sweats, my breasts bounce all over. I close the door as the light flicks on, on my side. I peek up and into the hazy window on the door to look in. My nips stiffen as my breasts touch the cold door. As I look through, I see the front desk lady inspecting the jacket caught in the locker. The front desk lady, Stacy, is quite the gorgeous milf who’s wearing her normal skirt and blouse. She’s got an hourglass figure and would be hounded if she wasn’t so strict with people. Even I like to sneak peeks at her but will also avoid prolonged conversation. She notices my staircase light on and starts walking over towards me. I bolt down the stairs wait by the 1st floor door. Breathing heavy, I grab my sweats and try to cover my breasts with the other hand as I peek out and think of my next move.