This morning I found myself inside a large government building, riddled with corridors, rooms and staircases. I was involved in an activity of a vaguely illegitimate nature, but I can’t remember the details. I was moving through the building carefully, keeping a close eye on who was around me.
Deep into the building I entered a toilet block and locked myself in a cubicle. The separators between the cubicles were low enough that you could see over them when standing. As I was preparing to leave a young woman came in the room and went into the cubicle next to mine. I saw her beginning to undress and averted my eyes. Yet I loitered until she had finished and was pulling her pants back up. I left the cubicle and she walked out as well, she still had her pants hanging loosely exposing her large bottom. I was mesmerized by the shape of her body as she backed toward me smiling over her shoulder. I was aware of an intense conflict inside me, as I struggled to overcome my urge to touch her. As she drew near me I relinquished control over myself and allowed my hands to explore her bottom.