The blonde comes over to you.

You slide "your" panties down a little and get to the wet mess that is your pussy. You have a little bit of pubic hair, just a thin landing strip, but that is it. You slide your hand down and start to pump one finger in and out while your other hand pulls out one of your breasts and starts to massage it. You let out a soft moan, and then pick up the pace a bit. You slide a third finger into your now soaking pussy and can't help but let out a third moan. You're nipples are painfully erect at this point and you can feel yourself on the brink of orgasm when someone interrupts you.

"Ahem" says a feminine voice. You jolt up and see the blonde woman. "The attendant over there told me that you have to stop."

"Okay" You say, mortified that people caught you in the act. You quickly take your fingers out and pull up your thong, which is soaked by the time you get it properly situated. You hop off the machine and ask the blonde, "Why didn't he come over here?".

"Well, he said that.. Wait, is that my underwear? Are you wearing my clothes?! Did you steal my dirty laundry?!" The blonde says, almost screaming at the end, attracting the attention of the attendant, who is now walking towards you two. You realise how screwed you are, and try to fix "your" bra so it actually covers your breasts.

"What seems to be the problem, ma'am?" The attendant asks the blonde.

"The problem is that my clothes were stolen by this bitch over here." The blonde says, gesturing to you.

"Is that so? Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" The attendant says, clearly enjoying your current state of dress.