Shower alone...

"Thanks, Miss Eriksen, but I need to get home. I'll just take a quick shower and then go, if you don't mind."

I went to the shower, and got under the hot water. It felt good. I could not get Miss Eriksen out of my head. I relived my fantasy of being dominated, and she had taken the place of my normal faceless tormentor. As I washed, my hands lingered on my breasts and then strayed down between my legs. This was delicious a low moan escaped my lips.

I looked up guiltily, hoping that I had not been overheard, and saw her watching me. I froze with embarrassment.

She just smiled, and said; "I'm glad you're loosening up your muscles. May I join you?"

Her eyes brooked no denial.