Handling it well.

Now Grace wasn't exactly a shy girl. She had been a performer all her life. She had skinny dipped with college friends. And played strip poker but there was truly something overwhelming in just how many people had seen her and just her in the last 10 minutes.

A small voice in the back of her head told her she should be embarrassed, that what just happened was humiliating.

But that voice was muffled under a thick layer of anti-stress meds and ****. And she was finding it hard to believe at the moment. Everyone had a body, what was the big deal if they saw hers naked? In her sleepy state it was already starting to feel like a dream.

Her libido was given a bullhorn by the same processes though. The three orgasms she had in the office before her accidental nap feeling like a warmup round.

Catching sight of herself in the mirror Grace was glad for the privacy but quickly realized if anyone -was- coming for her they'd have a lot of people able to tell them where she was.

As much as she would have loved to take a few minutes and finish up the session her impromptu nap inturrupted. She knew she had to get out of here or risk getting kicked from her first major con before the first day was up.

She got in front of the mirror bottoms still gripped in her left hand naked save her sandals and ornamental bikini top. The signs of her arrousal were obvious to anyone who knew what to look for.

Her womanhood was still red from being worked on by her hand so earnestly and her lower lips were still slightly parted and wanting. Her whole body was shiny with sweat from the run which she hoped hid the absolutely soaked state of her thighs and slit.

She was still standing there nearly naked, stretching and generally getting lost staring at her own naked and shaved body in the mirror. She didn't quite feel herself, she felt like an observer to this whole process. Grace knew on some level future her was going to have regrets about what just happened. But even as she had the thought it just slid off as unimportant. She smiled. She was having a blast, and future her would just have to get over it. Besides it had already happened no point in letting it hurt her experience at con. She felt a lightness wash over her. Whatever happened would happen but she had no reason to be shy she hold herself, she was a beautiful girl in her prime and those photos were already out in the world.

About this time the door to the restroom started to creek open and Grace was roused from her private little introspection.

Hiding in a stall she was pleasantly surprised to find the 3 girls who came in happily chatting about a panel with the creators of Invader Zim about to start and not a word about a manhunt for a bottomless girl. Maybe it really wasn't that big of a deal. So a few people had some pictures for their private collections, so what?

Feeling altogether more calmed she once again affixed her open sided half skirt in place. Once again tightening it so it would ride a bit higher on her waist and not rub her with every step. She adjusted both sides. and made sure she was centered in the back and front. There didn't appear to be any real damage to the piece thankfully. The sides had been bent down a little but she was able to carefully bend them back up into position.

There was a steady turnover in this restroom, she didn't really have another clear shot at the mirror to check herself but her costume was the same as it had been all day.

Reasonably sure her tell tail sex hair was under control and that she was once again covered fully covered. She checked herself in the mirror really quickly without making it too obvious what she was doing.

She caught site of the wall clock and cursed. She had 8 minutes to get back to the other hotel and meet up with Becky on the overlook!