Interrupted

Almost as soon as Megan had the new dress on, she heard the curtain to the changing rooms open.

"Oh, fuck, sorry!" She heard a voice gasp, "I didn't realise someone was in here already!"

As if on instinct after the last half hour, Megan's hands moved to cover her exposed pussy, pleased to feel the fabric of the dress as she turned to face the man who had opened the curtain.

He was probably in his thirties, a bespectacled man who, judging by the name badge identifying him as "Frank - here to help" was likely an employee.

"It's fine," Megan replied quickly, "no harm done."

A voice in the back of her mind told her she couldn't afford to make a fuss. If this man looked around the smooth booth and saw only a T-shirt he'd likely have questions she didn't want to answer.

"Sorry again," Frank muttered, about to leave, before glancing at her. "That's a lovely dress by the way, you should get it."

Megan nodded silently, waiting for him to leaves but he seemed to linger for a moment.

"Actually, if you don't mind my saying," Frank said a little nervously, "that dress is designed to wear without a bra. The green straps kinda stand out against the white. You should probably try it without before you buy it."