Find a Restroom

Supergirl fled through the crowd, hearing the occasional whispers around her, and a voice inside her head scolded her, telling her that everyone already knew. They could see how wet her skirt was, the suspicious liquids running down her legs.

Part of her almost hoped they assumed she'd wet herself, that would probably be less embarrassing than having orgasmed from a search.

Finally she found the sign she'd been looking for, a Restroom. She darted inside, ignoring the two girls chatting, and headed straight into one of the cubicle.

As soon as she was inside she pulled off her boots, her juices literally pouring out of them as she tipped them up. How had she cum so much? She'd never squirted like that before.

Tossing the boots to one side, she undid her skirt, peeling it off of her body. It was completely soaked. As she stared at it, wondering if she could use a hand dryer to dry it off she was hit by intrusive thoughts again.

She was standing there, with no clothing below her midriff where her T-shirt stopped. Sure she could use the hand dryer, but if anyone walked in while she did, they'd see everything.

The thought triggered unexpected moisture between her legs once more, her loins tingling at the prospect of being caught.