Pretty long. And only one way to pass the time...

Lynn leaned against the side of the bathroom stall, taking a moment to just breath. She listened for the other occupant in the bathroom, who finished washing her hands before leaving. Now Lynn was all alone, naked in the restroom.

She sighed, set the Tracer plushy aside, and sat down on the toilet. "Fuuuuuuuck..." Lynn whispered under her breath. All she could do was just hope Terri would think to look for her in the bathroom. Terri also needed to find Joy so her cosplay could get fixed. There had to be something salvageable from her costume.

Lynn had no other options for now, though. Nothing besides waiting. She looked down over her nude body, and at the slickness between her thighs.

Lynn clamped her legs shut, and wrapped her arms around her breasts. Still wet, and still very aroused. Her session back in the closet by the plushy stand didn't seem to be enough. The naked girl bit her lip, letting her fingers press into her breasts. She parted her legs again, seeing the moistened lips, begging for a hand to come down.

"Mmm... I shouldn't..." Lynn said out loud, wondering what if her friends actually found her quickly. She glanced at the Tracer doll. Due to it's chibi style design, the head took it off balance, and it fell to its side, reminding Lynn of exactly who she enlisted the help of. Seeing that extinguished the idea that Terri would find her quickly.

Lynn's thoughts went back to the puffy lips between her legs.

She had the privacy.

"Mmm... maybe just a little..." Lynn slowly exhaled, and moved her hands to her breasts, giving a light, but stimulating squeeze. She began to massage her breasts, thinking about how close she's come to getting caught while completely naked at the convention. That was something she should have been afraid of, and yet it seemed to excite her more.

Lynn took a deep breath, and let a hand glide down her smooth stomach to her shaven pussy. She gave a squeeze, and hummed with delight, enjoying the pressure that created. A gentle rubbing motion began, as she began to build up her pleasure.

She couldn't help but wonder if her friends caught her now. How would they react? Would they laugh at her? Would they be ashamed of her? A girl's got needs, they would understand, wouldn't they?

A finger was tempted to push between the lips. Lynn bit her lip, with a lustful smile as she curled her toes. This was almost more fun than cosplaying. Her breathing grew deeper as the sensations built. In a way she was trapped in that bathroom stall, without so much as a thread to properly cover herself with, and she was loving every second of it.

Lynn took a deep breath, feeling herself get worked up. If she kept going like this, she wouldn't be able to easily stop if someone entered the bathroom. She had a hard time arguing with that building lust though. In fact, she actually wanted to go further.