Another false alarm

As you sit there stock-still, you hear the sound of someone entering the cubicle next to you. Biting your bottom lip to keep from making any noise, you let your finger trail once more across your clit, ever so gently, just a slight tease as you wait for whoever has just entered to finish and leave.

Two minutes later and you are once more alone. The sound of the door swinging shut is your hands’ signal to resume between your thighs, this time with much more purpose. Your thong around your knees is restricting your legs, but is easily solved as you push it down and step one ankle out of it, leaving the small piece of material hanging around the other.

Your finger strums over the throbbing bud, causing you to moan out again and again. In your imagination it is Andy who is touching you, and it is with his tongue. As you lean further back on the cold toilet seat, your hips push forward spreading your thighs wider yet until your knees are touching the thin wooden walls of the small cubicle.

As thoughts of what Andy could do between your thighs fill your head, your second hand joins the first between your thighs, and whilst one massages your clit, the second set of fingers run over the wet swollen lips of your pussy.

As fingers you imagine belong to Andy enter you, your hips lift right off the seat and you struggle to stifle a loud scream as you cum. Still you cannot muffle the full sound and you hear your small cry echo around the walls of the toilets.

As the sound drifts away you swear you hear a small giggle from over by the sinks. Yanking your thong back into place quickly, the wetness soaking immediately through the soft lace, you open the door. As you look out, your mouth drops as you see Lucy leaning against the sink, smiling as she sees you appear.

“I just come to find you, was wondering why you was taking so long, but I think I have worked that one out.” With a knowing grin she turns to open and close the door in indication of why you never heard her come in, she was already there and never left as you thought the person had.

“Another drink?” she asks, once more opening the door, but this time leaving you standing there, your blush slowly clearing, but the dampness still strong between your thighs.