You need to check her bag

“It’s okay Joe, but I thought I saw something under your desk.” You say smoothly, standing up as you do. Her eyes lock on your bulge as it comes into view, your cock straining against the confines of your pants. “I’ll need to search your bag to check for contraband. Will you show me what you have?”

Her eyes flick from your crotch to your face and back. For a moment she clutches the bag closer to her crotch, but then something like a moan passes through her and she hands it to you, revealing the bulging material of her skirt.

You barely glance in the bag before setting it aside on your desk.

“I’m afraid I didn’t find anything Joe, I’ll have to check your body.”

You see her breath catch and then quicken as you reach for her. The bulge in her skirt twitches as you lay your hands on her shoulders.

“Are you going to be a good girl and let me check you?” She moans at your words, her eyes flicking down to the bulge in your pants and then back up to your face. Her mouth is open and she starts to pant as she nods wordlessly.