"Ms. Clark?" asked the teacher, but Rachel was too busy to notice. She suddenly felt an intense euphoria, and a need to masturbate. Not caring that anyone was around, she put a hand down her pants and began to rub her clitoris. It felt a little strange, with her younger self, but it was still good.
"Is she doing what I think she's doing?" asked a student.
"No way, who in their right mind would do that," asked another.
"Ms. Clark!" cried the teacher.
It didn't matter to her. The world did not matter to her, only this sensation she felt did. She removed her shirt and pants, and slipped off her bra and panties and writhed with pleasure. She was naked in a corridor of people, and lying in a pool of her juice.
"Fuck Yes! She cried out, before letting out further moans of pleasure. By now, the students were told to leave the corridors. Eventually, she finished, confused about what happened.
"Ms. Clark, I need to have a word with you, right now," yelled the teacher.
Rachel wondered "What just came over me?" as she realised she was suddenly masturbating in a hallway, naked.