Back in college, I snuck into my crush's locker and ended up masturbating in her skirt! Lost in the bliss of her scent, I was caught red-handed! Panicking, I braced myself for rejection, but she surprised me. Instead of pushing me away, she cooed, "You're so cute," and reached into my skirt! The feel of the fabric against my thighs and her fingers sent shivers down my spine. Before I knew it, I was moaning like a girl, treated as one, and enveloped in the pleasure of lesbianism. Seven years later, fate brought us together at our new jobs! Neither of us had changed since those college days, our awakened kinks remained. "Let's have some fun like back then!" she urged, leading me into a secret office affair. From then on, we'd go on outdoor dates after work. Sharing parfaits, enjoying lewd play on the train, and finally, ending our dates with passionate lovemaking in a hotel room, both of us in our OL suits. Is our love, blossoming after work hours, truly "forbidden"?