The pleated skirt felt too tight, even for a Friday. Hana adjusted it, fidgeting in her seat. Another boring class, she thought, glancing at the clock. But beneath the surface of boredom simmered a secret. A tiny, powerful secret nestled in her bag.
As soon as the bell shrieked its release, Hana practically bolted. No lingering, no polite chatter. Just a focused sprint to the deserted girls' bathroom. The cool tile felt soothing against her flushed cheeks. She locked the stall, heart hammering a frantic rhythm.
Her fingers trembled as she unzipped her bag. There it was: her little escape. A sleek, silver vibrator, humming with anticipation. A delicious shiver ran down her spine. She peeled off her school uniform panties, revealing a neatly shaved bald pussy. A quick flick of the switch and the vibrator sprang to life. She moaned softly, pressing the buzzing head against her clit.
Oh, the relief! Her hips began to sway, a primal dance of pleasure. The vibration intensified, sending waves of sensation through her. She arched her back, her perky tits straining against her uniform shirt. Faster... harder...
She moved the toy expertly, exploring every inch of her sensitive flesh. Her breath hitched as she neared the edge. Her vision blurred, colors swirling behind her eyelids. A strangled cry escaped her lips. Her body convulsed in a series of intense spasms. White eyes rolling back in pleasure. The sweet agony of female orgasm ripped through her. The toy slipped from her grasp as she collapsed against the cool stall wall.
Slowly, she regained her composure, her face flushed, her body tingling. A small smile played on her lips. That was incredible. She cleaned herself up, tucked the vibrator back into her bag, and straightened her uniform. A secret, electric thrill coursing through her as she headed back to the mundane world, a different person.
