"Afterwards Then..."

Amelia smirks. "I have an idea," she says, "Hold on a second."

She reaches into her bag, pulling out a pair of glasses and then a pair of sunglasses. She hands you the sunglasses and, noting your confused expression, says, "Shared Eye Glasses. Put these on at the same time I put these glasses on and then... I dunno, look at another wall or something. Just don't keep looking at the bathroom door!"

You take the sunglasses as directed and then wait for Amelia to start putting her glasses on before doing the same with yours. You look at Amelia but instead find yourself looking at... you.

You raise and lower your right arm and, after a momentary delay, the image of yourself that you are looking at does the same. A slender, familiar looking hand reaches up and taps their (your?) right eye twice and suddenly you are looking at Amelia again, who has her forefinger on the right lens of her glasses. Even with the shades hiding your eyes, your obvious disorientation is clear enough that she knows they worked. "You'll see whatever I see when I'm in there," she says, "but don't worry. I'll make sure you don't see anything you shouldn't. Or anything really gross."

This seems like it could have issues. Yet Amelia's enthusiasm is hard to deny and you do want to make sure Harmony is in there or not so you nod and go to lean against a different doorway.

For a few seconds you only see the hallway dimmed by the tint of the shades, the students milling around on their way to their next classes occasionally giving you a look but then presumably deciding you must just be waiting for someone else and then moving on. Suddenly, your vision changes to that of the inside of a very pink and tan colored bathroom, a line of stalls on on side of the room and a row of sinks with mirrors on them on the other. It is surprisingly clean for a bathroom, or at least more so than the public men's rooms you have visited so far have been, and there is no obvious sign anyone other than Amelia is inside of it. Since you can only see through her eyes, you do not hear any sounds to indicate if there is anyone else currently making use of the room and Amelia seems to be moving at an unhurried pace. She stays on the side of the room closer to the sinks and stops by each stall, looking down to see if there are a pair of legs or not in each one.

Amelia then stops and your vision tilts, as if she were cocking her ear to the side to listen for something more intently and then shuffles backwards two stalls. Suddenly, her right forefinger comes into your view again and double-taps it twice, causing your vision to return to normal. You grow slightly concerned, worried that perhaps she was on the verge of getting caught. Or perhaps she figured there was something in that stall she did not want you to see. Or perhaps some other reason she might or might not elaborate on later.

Before you can ponder on the matter for much longer, however, your vision snaps back to inside the bathroom again. Amelia has reactivated the glasses and you see her left hand reaching up for the frame, stroking the area around the left lens in a right to left motion. As she does so, the bathroom stall door she is looking dirrectly at starts to fade away, what was once opaque now completely see through.

What you see inside is Harmony sitting on the toilet, but not in a position to relieve herself in the manner one normally sits on a toilet for. Her book bag is on the tank behind her, the girl herself sitting on the lid of the toilet, her left leg on the toilet paper rack and her right leg resting on top of the box that, from what you understand of women's rooms, is generally for the disposal of tampons. In this position her skirt is hiked up to her hips... and it gives you a very clear view of the fact that she has her panties down around her right ankle and is furiously rubbing at her glistening womanhood.

It is one of the most frantic displays of masturbation you have ever seen, not that you have really seen any beyond your own, as Harmony strokes her fore and middle fingers back and forth over her slit as her thumb rubs at the nub of her clitoris repeatedly. She is currently biting her lower lip in an obvious attempt to keep from moaning or crying out (and not being fully successful must have been what drew Amelia's attention) and as her right hand continues to work at her core, her left hand rises up to grab one of her own tits and rub it through her shirt.

You feel strange and awkward about this. It seems wrong to spy on someone like this and yet, you cannot bring yourself to take off the glasses, especially once Amelia leans back against the sink behind her to settle in and lets you keep looking. You feel your boner returning but know you are in no position to just whip it out and take care of yourself as all you can do is keep watching.

Harmony continues stroking away for a few seconds more before she lets her fingers sink inside of herself, her eyes rolling back slightly as she bites her lower hip harder and begins swirling her digits around. The perfect silence of the scene somehow enhances the feeling of the situation, the secret, almost forbidden nature of what you are watching drawing your attention in deeper as Harmony's finger movements grow more and more frantic until, finally, her spine stiffens and she presses her lips together hard, entire body shuddering as an obvious orgasm surges through her body.

Amelia keeps watch for a few seconds more as Harmony slumps in the stall, legs still spread obscenely, face flush and shimmering with sweat from her efforts... and then, to your amazement, the blonde's hand twitches and returns to lightly stroking her lower folds some more. You have no idea how long she has been at this already but it seems that it still has not been enough for her. However, that seems to have been enough for Amelia, as her finger returns to her right lens and she does the double tap that returns your vision to normal.

You take off the sunglasses, red faced and having to shift your legs to hide the large tent that has formed in your pants. Amelia walks out of the bathroom a few moments later, a cat that got the canary smirk on her face as she walks up to you and all but purrs, "Found her. Though it looks like she might be too busy to talk for a while."

You stammer for a few seconds at Amelia, unable to think of how to respond to that immediately. "I dunno what happened with you two," she adds, "but you sure got her hot and bothered over it, Stud."

Amelia leans in closer again, her voice once more dropping to a whisper as she says, "If you feel that was too far... you're free to punish me however you want to."

You certainly are aroused to the point that you cannot see going on with your day without some relief of your own and you DO have a "personal cum dump" right there.

Amelia coos as you suddenly grab her by the wrist and start leading her off, the smirk not leaving her face as she awaits to see what you have in mind.