I was fully aroused at this point and the length of my hardness was tenting out my sweatpants.I was fully aroused at this point and the length of my hardness was tenting out my sweatpants. She didn't seem to notice that I was there and continued to work. I slipped up behind her and looked down at her. She was nearly at a point between my legs, kneeling on the floor of the stall. I bent down and extended a hand towards her, hesitating but a moment before running my hand between her slightly-parted legs and rubbing it up along the center off her ass, pressing hard against her pants. She instantly turned around with a look of shock on her face and shouted, "What are you doing?" I didn't even bother to reply. I noticed that her eyes glanced down at my stiff member, and I could tell she knew what I was about. Her face looked a little bit more shocked as I grabbed her leather belt and hauled her off the floor. I stood in front of her with the crop in one hand, slapping it gently against my leg for effect. "Take your clothes off," I said simply. I don't know if it is was my tone of voice or my mannerisms, but she seemed to know I meant business and began removing her clothes. She started with her shirt, which she slid off, revealing that she was wearing no bra. Her pert, big-aureoled breasts which were slightly dark due to her Hispanic heritage stood out on her chest. My eyes strayed to them and then downward as she proceeded to unbuckle her belt. She seemed to think my downward glance meant that I was some- how off guard, and she attempted to run. |