This happened about 2-3 years ago. I [F] used to work as a receptionist/assistant at a small tattoo shop. We only had a couple of artists. Some days we had a lot of foot traffic, but other days the only people who would come in were the booked appointments. The city had recently become very saturated with tattoo shops and at home tattoo artists so most of the customers were longtime clients. I’m pretty sure the majority of rent was actually paid with drug money.
Anyway, on this day there wasn’t a lot to do. The owner was working on a large tattoo and the 2nd artist left because he didn’t have any appointments.
I was bored. And I get restless when I’m bored.
At the time I wore jeans to work. I sat on a swivel chair behind the tall reception desk. When I sat in this small chair my jeans were very tight around my crotch and turning from side to side in the chair causes the fabric to rub against me.
I didn’t *mean* to swivel around but when I’m bored I can’t really help it.
I begin to become aroused from this and try to distract myself with other things, but there isn’t much work left to be done unless someone calls or books another appointment. I have so much time left at work and I’m sure nobody would notice if I just went to the bathroom for a little while.