My friend didn’t even wait to give me some time to recover from my orgasm, just started to walk back around the corner of the building and inside the dispensary. I stood up, brushing a little dirt and dust off of my knees, and leaned against the building for a moment. My legs were shaking, and I wasn’t sure that they would support my weight if I didn’t pause.

Once I was sure that I could walk again I made my way back inside. I assured my coworkers that I was okay, it wasn’t anything serious, and I was feeling better. I told them that I would take it easy for a little bit and do some restocking while I made sure that I was feeling all right. They agreed that was smart, so I went behind the counter and started to replace the bags of flower that had been bought today.

I didn’t know when it was coming, but it wasn’t long before the buzzing started in my underwear again. I jumped when the vibrations started, but I took a deep breath and kept working. The buzzing stop and I let out a deep breath, but before my chest was even done moving it started up again. My pussy was so sensitive that every little motion sent big waves of pleasure washing over me, and it was hard to focus on anything.

Just keep stocking the shelves, I told myself. I was worried that I was getting so wet there was going to be a spot on my pants, between my legs, that people were going to be able to see. My pussy was practically sliding around in my panties, but the vibrator stayed put, shaking away up. It was right up against the delicious spot inside of my cunt that always makes my knees weak. That plus the vibrations on my clit were making me feel crazy!

“Excuse me?”

I looked around behind me and there was a customer at my register waiting to be checked out. It took all of my concentration to stand and walk over there without just collapsing to the ground and trembling. The wave of my orgasm was building and I had the thrilling but humiliating realization that I was going to come in front of a customer. My coworkers were all standing behind the counter with me too. Everyone was going to watch me, and whether they knew it or not I was going to come.

I scanned the items, put them in a bag and closed it up while gritting my teeth and holding in moans. While the customer was paying I held myself up by gripping the edge of the counter in my hands. I managed a very, very shaky smile when the customer cracked some joke that I didn’t even listen to. And then my orgasm was on me, and I was riding out the wave of my climax with involuntary hip thrusting and choking back the screams that were rising in my throat.

The customer was giving me a very strange look, but all they said after their receipt printed and I managed to hand it to them was, “Have a nice day.”

“You too,” I said back, my voice cracking, the aftershocks of my orgasm still rushing through me. I looked down and could see goosebumps on my arms, and I knew that I would have to take a bathroom break to clean myself up because I could feel the mess that was coating my pussy lips, thighs, and what felt like my entire panties.

When I looked up again my friend was staring at me from across the store. He had this dark look of hunger on his face, and it was like I could feel his hands on me from all the way across the room. I was feeling so sex crazed at that point that all I wanted to do was run across to him and jump onto his cock in front of everybody.

It was like he could hear my thoughts, because he motioned me to follow him and then casually slipped into the bathroom at the back. I think I said something to my coworkers about having to use the bathroom but I don’t really remember because my whole focus and being was narrowed down to getting on my friend’s dick in that bathroom.

I walked slowly over to the bathroom, took a deep breath, and went inside.