Someone arrives eventually.

You find your self exploration a harrowing experience as you move from your fullsome breasts down the almost absurdly narrow sweep of your waist to the new configuration of your female sex. Your fingers spread your lips and pull back te hood of dark flash to expose the pearly nub of your rather pronounced clit. The sensation is very pleasant and your knees buckle. You catch yourself, kneeling, bent over and leaning over on one hand as your other hand explores. You’re effectively on hands and knees as you touch your clit. “Holy shit!” You gasp as your supporting hand falters. Things have rapidly become slick and hot between your legs and you realise your going to need two hands to properly explore. You lower your face to the hard slate of the floor, slim shoulders and soft rounded breasts supporting your tiny upper body as one hand slides around your clit and two fingers of the other's slip into you tight sodden snatch.

“Hah. The trap has caught another mewling quim...” a masculine voice observes.