The hallway is dim and moody, patchily lit and cluttered with odd furniture. Not somewhere you'd feel totally comfortable undressing, let alone pleasuring yourself. But you're starting to feel horny, and those urges need to be satisfied.
There's that little voice in the back of your mind says "You only live once, you wouldn't know what it's like unless you tried it." Your mind tries to reason with it, but the voice grows bold and persuasive. You subconsciously analyse the risks of discomfort, but the urges grow more powerful, and raise a sense of assurance within.
Suddenly you want to throw all caution to the wind - "it's worth a try, so just get on with it." Initial feelings of weirdness, caused by removing your clothes in an unfamiliar area, are overcome by a gradual build up of euphoria, that brings in a sense of reward. As the orgasm finally comes around, spreading a relaxing bliss across your body, you wonder why you were so paranoid in the first place - it was all in good fun, after all, wasn't it?
Carmella's second IM awaits.