She wishes she could masturbate

Leigh feels increasing warmth and wetness between her legs as she thinks about how exposed she is, and how much she'd enjoy being seen or touched like this. It's all she can do to keep her hands above the counter and off her pussy. She begins squirming helplessly, growing **** for relief.

She stands up and presses her crotch against the counter, but she's too low to rub against the edge. She tries standing on her tiptoes, only to realize that the counter is too sharp to be a comfortable place to press her pussy against. She drops back down to her flat feet and realizes something.

If her pussy is below the level of the counter except when she's on tiptoes...then theoretically she could touch herself without anyone noticing. It would be very risky. The motion might still give her away. She looks to her left, where the counter ends and several racks of clothes begin. If one of the customers moves toward those clothes, they'd have an unobstructed view of her jilling on the job. And Leigh isn't sure she can be quiet enough when she cums to avoid drawing attention.