At our meeting spot, after spotting me from afar, she pretended not to notice, waiting for me to call out to her. As a mere office lady, she harshly scolds me, someone whose face is recognizable, in public. To bystanders, we probably look like mother and daughter, or distant relatives. But it would be a different story if they saw us entering the same private restroom together. Like reclaiming lost, dry time, we entwine within the tight, secluded space. Slipping my hand beneath her skirt, my fingertips immediately sense a hot, damp warmth. The stain had already spread deep into her pantyhose. From between her firm, pale buttocks rose a lewd scent, and the moment I confirmed it, I plunged deeply inside, feeling profound pleasure surge through my entire body.