Grab and go.

Just as you close your mouth around her (other) nipple, you feel her wrap her hand around your boxer-covered member.

“Can I just say,” you start, barely removing your mouth after a few seconds of quality sucking, “we haven’t discussed what to get on the pizza, but I like the way you’re grabbing some right now?”

Just then, you both hear a knock.

“You don’t need to knock on wood to tell me that,” Cindy says, keeping her hand on you as she leans away slightly.

“Uh…,” you tell her. “That-That… That wasn’t me.”

“Who was it?!” she asks, sounding more offended than inquisitive.

“Well, you DID choose a rather-public restroom!” you remind her.

“True,” she says, sighing and backing further away. “Guess we have to wait until we both leave work.”

“Yeah, unfortunately,” you admit.

You then watch a bit as she begins to redress.

“But who says when that has to be?!” she suddenly asks, still dressing. “Who says it can’t be right now?!”

“That might be a bit telling to the others!” you inform her.

“That’s true,” she says, sighing again. “So meet me in the lobby in ten minutes!”