Go to the Changing Booths

Despite the order otherwise and fearing for his job, Michael headed right to the nearest Changing Booths where he assumed Marie Rose would have headed for. Checking the doors, only one was occupied which he assumed was where she was currently resident. He raised his free arm to give the door a knock.

"Ahhhhh..." A soft moan was heard. But not from this door, the one next to it. That caught him off guard, and grabbed his attention as she leaned over towards the sound source. A faint sound of movement behind the door. Rustling of clothing? Someone getting changed?

"Ahhhh..." A more of a short, gasp of a sound from behind the unlocked door. Oddly, it sounded like he'd heard that almost same sound before... During the Butt Battle. Could it be?

He slipped quietly across to now stand in front of this door. Gently pushing it open to peer inside.

"Ahhhh!" Marie Rose leaned back, eyes closed and the back of her blonde haired head resting on the back wall of the booth. Her cute butt just on the edge of the bench, but doing anything but changing or fixing her clothes. Shown by her bottoms hanging on her angle as that leg was raised up, the other spread to the side. A hand down between them as she gently rubbed her own pussy with slow movements back and forth. A slight slickness visible as she pleasured herself and tried to use her other hand to cover her moans. Having no idea of the person watching, but perhaps knowing the booth next to her was occupied hence trying to muffle her moans.

Michael stood in the doorway, eyes wide and locked down at the erotic display. Seeing the blonde's fingers dance back and forth across her folds. The occasional tease of her clit as she self-pleasured her suddenly needy pussy? Was it from the battle itself? Or from catching a look of his bulge in his pants? That same bulge that was now threatening to burst out of his trousers from watching this young, stunning babe rubbing herself.

Marie bit her lip, still with eyes closed as she lost herself in pleasure even from this slow and steady motion she was using. Back and forth sliding across her snatch in a savouring fashion. Not rushing herself one bit it seemed. Her bikini top now having to visable, rock hard nipples poking through to further show her arousal. The raised leg slightly swaying once in a while to make her bottoms swing from that dangling 'hook' of her foot.

The main focus of her attention was her own pleasure. Changing course to slide her digits upward over her twat, deliberately running two fingers upward on either side of her clit to **** a groan out of her. Just muffled by her other hand covering her mouth before she slipped her hand back down to stimulate her folds once more. Repeating the motion again and again, without any care or even knowing she was being watched.

Question was, with a raging hard-on in his pants did he dare keep staring for any longer? Or decide to further invite himself in to solve the problem he has apparently caused with her?