A kind, proper and pent up teacher

Ah! You hear the door to the toilet open again and just in time too! You had just finished cleaning up the mess from your last... uh what should you call them? Guest, you suppose. Well, nevermind that you can hear the clacking of heels approaching and what sounds like some intense muttering to go with it!

The door to the stall next to you close and the person inside is still muttering to herself, giving you the chance to get a quick look over her. She's a short and petite and looks quite prim and proper usually if you had to guess. Brown hair styled into a neat bun, not a strand out of place. Thin rimmed glasses sit on her face with soft green eyes behind them, darting nervously, already looking like she's full of regret.

Her clothes are pristine, a white blouse tucked into a pencil skirt that hugs her curves, legs clad in sheer stocking and black heels. Boy, you wouldn't have expected this sort of woman to be here at all! Maybe she isn't here in the first place for what you think and something else has her so nervous?

By her muttering it doesn't sound that way though, does it? It sounds likes she's scolding herself in that soft, proper tone of hers.

"I… I shouldn’t be here. This is highly inappropriate. P-professional women do not… d-do not do things like this…”

But then?

She takes a slow, shaky breath. And, with obvious hesitation, she reaches down—her delicate, fingers fumbling just slightly as she unzips her skirt and guides her aching, neglected cock through the hole.

She gasps softly as the cool air hits her, causing her soft cock to twitch slighty. You let out a little gasp yourself! She didn't even ask if anyone was in here! Though you guess it should be expected, this is what this place is known for right?

"O-oh… my…f-forgive me…please"