No

“Umm… No I can’t I gotta….” He gestured his hand at the doors of the dressing room. He seemed to want to join her, there was something pulling him in that direction for sure, but the paycheck won out.

“Okey.” Emily realized how bubbly her voice had gotten. She practically bounced into the dressing room with her arms full of fun, vibrant clothing.

As she peeled off her clothes, she realized she was still dripping wet from her bus fingering. As she bent over to shimmy her skirt off she could smell her arousal. Why hadn’t the attendant wanted to come back? She was totally **** to climax, she realized. Emily sat back on the bench in the dressing room and spread her legs, leaning back against the wall. If the guy outside wouldn’t help she’d have to take care of things herself. She moaned as her fingers found her clit, rubbing gentle circles around her pleasure button. She made no effort to hide what she was doing; the new Emily was driving and new Emily didn’t care. She felt the pleasure building up inside her, getting her closer and closer to her much needed climax when she heard a knock on the door.

“Hey… um… what’s going on in there?” It was the attendant.

“Oh… uh… I just like love the clothes a lot.” Emily punctuated her sentence with a giggle.

“OK…” He trailed off. She could tell he was skeptical.

Another moan escaped her lips and she realized she’d been rubbing herself while she’d been talking to the attendant. The risk of getting caught, and in fact kind of getting caught, was too much for her. She let out a yelp as a long awaited climax ripped through her.

“Oooohhh, oh God.” Emily kept rubbing herself as her orgasm crested and before she knew it she was squirting again.

Her overstimulated pussy sprayed her juices across the small dressing room, getting some on the clothes she was supposedly trying on. She sat back, panting and surveying the damage. She definitely had to buy the clothes now, that was for sure. But she knew the dressing room attendant was just outside to hear everything.

As she was thinking about her situation, there was another knock on the door, this time more like a bang. “Alright, you better be decent, I’m coming in.”