Hide

Megan felt her heart in her throat as she heard the footsteps. Was it Louise? If it was, why didn't she say anything?

Once again her eyes drifted down her body, taking in the sight of her bare legs. If it wasn't Louise then she was about to flash her bare arse and pussy to a random stranger. She bit her lip, for a moment considering letting herself be caught, feeling an almost surreal flush of excitment.

But the fear won out. As the footsteps grew louder, she quickly looked around, a low table with a collection of the newest shoes sitting nearby, a cloth hanging down over it. it was the perfect hiding spot. She lifted the cloth, pleased to see there was nothing under the table.

Getting down on all fours she felt her shirt riding up over her buttocks, and knew that anyone walking around the corner now would see everything. Her cheeks flushed as she crawled under the table, quickly pulling her knees up and making sure she was covered by the cloth from the outside. Those words sent another flush through her cheeks. She was hidden from anyone outside, but if someone wanted the couple of shoe boxes scattered under the table, she would be completely exposed to them the moment they lifted the cloth.