Yes

Sliding into the bathroom, I rested my back against the closed door and took deep breaths, until I finally felt like my brain was working again. Feeling more composed I approached the mirrors. Looking at the clean, reflective surface under the bright lights, I could see everything.

Not only was my dress again flashing my pussy - everything from the small tuft of hair, my clit and lips in view - but half of my upper body lay exposed. While the bodice of the dress still supported my breasts, the open buttons had allowed them the freedom to shift around. With the top three buttons either missing or wide open, both breasts were almost spilling out of the dress. If that wasn't explicit enough, under the lights I was almost sure I could make out the shape and color of both breasts and their hardened nipples.

At that point I had reached my limit. Reaching in with one hand I held an erect nipple and with the other I cupped the wetness of my lower lips. Just those two points of contact were enough to set me off. The orgasm washed over me, the heat raced between my nipples and pussy, the sharp spark of pleasure spasming in my belly and then shaking my entire body. I could only bite my lip and ride the waves.

For a moment I just sat there gasping, somehow ending up on my knees from the **** of the orgasm. Opening my eyes I found myself leaning against the wall of sinks, moaning at the aftershocks in my weak legs. After that explosion of pleasure, my mind seemed to have totally lost its haze.

With my mind now clearer I realized that I needed to get back to my seat. Pulling myself up by the sink I used the hand formerly on my breast to get hand towels, gently wiping the wetness on my inner lips, shivering as I brushed pass my sensitive clit, my thighs and the hand soaked by juices when I came. Wetting some more hand towels I wiped everywhere again. Washing my hands with soap and wiping my face with another damp towelette. I took a final look at myself.

With all the movement I did it wasn't a surprise to see the bottom of the dress bunched below my navel. Taking hold of the dress I carefully pulled it down as far as it could go... only to realize that the move exposed more and more of the round globes of my breasts. Looking down into the dress directly I saw my nipples, still hard and protruding, inching towards the open gap in my top.

By this time, I knew someone may come looking for me, making the decision. I let go of the dress, watching it bounce upward as I released it. Looking down at my exposed nether lips I pulled the dress down just enough that the front of my pussy was covered. The top of the dress no longer looking as stressed in the same movement.

Making up my mind I pulled the gaps in the dress inwards, squared my shoulders and left the bathroom, aiming for the table.