The Experience Room Story 04 Pt. 05

Chapter 5 -- After The Salon

My phone beeps, letting me know that I have another appointment coming up. It is also in the mall, just at the other end. I begin to walk in that direction, but discover that I have an unusual problem. My panties are still in-between the lips of my pussy and the fabric between my butt cheeks is stopping it from spreading out and covering the exposed lips. The real problem is that with every step that I take, the material rubs against my clit and I don't have any way of adjusting the fabric. My skirt doesn't have any pockets and there are too many people around for me to slip my hand underneath my skirt and pull the fabric from between my lips and ass cheeks.

I look around for some place that I can duck into and have some privacy, but don't see anywhere. I do see a sign for the washrooms and begin to walk in that direction. It takes me a while to get to the hall leading to the women's bathroom. I have to stop frequently and lean against the wall until my body settles down enough for me to try to walk again. This is the first time that I can remember my body being so responsive.

I take the stall farthest from the door and pull my skirt up to my waist, finally able to spread my thighs and get my hands on my over-stimulated pussy. I lost count of the number of almost-orgasms and mini-orgasms I had between the salon and the bathroom, but I do know that I had at least one very satisfying orgasm while trying to walk down the hall. I got a few puzzled looks as I was leaning against the wall with a flushed look on my face.

It is a relief to be sitting down and able to relax. I lean back just a little, letting my breasts settle into place inside the fitted blouse and give my over-stimulated pussy and clit a chance to calm down enough to be able to touch them without causing another orgasm.

While I am relaxing, I let my thoughts drift back to the guy that just did my nails. He had such an intriguing smile. The wires running across his teeth seemed to enhance rather than detracting from his look. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off his mouth, especially after he put in his upper retainer. Once he saw my interest and fascination, he seemed to be making quite a bit of effort to display them for me.

My hands seem to have a mind of their own, one hand gradually moving up the inside of my leg, the other gently caressing the hard nipple and the breast surrounding it. My fingers play around the edge of my outer pussy lips before parting them and slipping inside to try to extract the cloth from between them.