Use Her Shirt

Megan was suddenly incredibly grateful that she had worn a shirt over a T-Shirt today. As quietly and carefully as possible, she slid the shirt from her shoulders, spreading it out a little and laying it across her lap. She was working slowly, trying to make sure as much of her bare legs were covered, and more importantly her pussy.

She could barely hear the footsteps over the sounds of the hammering of her own heart, and she almost let out a gasp as she saw a pair of feet appear at the edge of the table. She bit her lip again, staring at the cloth, the only thing hiding her from discovery.

Each time it moved she felt a flush of panic and excitement. Clearly whoever it was outside was currently looking at the shoes displayed on the table above her, was it a member of staff filling the display? Were they going to lift the cloth at any moment to grab the extra boxes under here?

She shifted her position slightly, the feeling of the hard floor against her bare buttocks serving as a constant reminder of how precarious her position was, just willing the worker to leave.