Trying to find relief

As Grace arrived in the 8 stall restroom she found the long mirror nearly packed with women making some adjustment or another. Touching up make-up, adjusting a wig, or doing quick repairs on a prop.

Luckily the handicap stall was open and grace made a bee-line to it.

She quickly bent down to evaluate the damage. Even as carefull as she was she was unable to get the zipper back open without ripping the unused covering to shreds. if the hole right in the middle of the ass panel wasn't enough the waist band was nearly severed on the left side.

Deciding it was better to chuck them now that they were useless as a covering, all they could do now is embarrass her again if they flopped out of her bag.

That matter settled and her nerves beginning to calm from the mild embarrassment she now had other matters to attend to.

She was incredibly worked up, between the constant attention on her almost nude body. The rubbing of the front plate and the teqilla.

She took the oppertunity to quickly remove her bottoms roll them up in her hands and relieve her bladder.

Glancing down at her bald mound she couldn't help but rub her free hand over the smooth skin. Extending her arm a little lower she ran a single fingertip between her exposed lips finding them already slick and carrying the same warm blush her cheeks had earlier. She did the same with a second finger this time one on each lip parting them slightly as her palm messaged her mound a button.