Just someone else using the toilets

As you sit there with your thong around your knees, you hear the sound of someone in the cubicle to your right. A minute later and the toilet is flushed, quickly followed by the sound of running water in the sink, then the door once more opens and closes.

Alone again, you sit thinking about what you could get up to tonight with the right person, and as an image of Andy fills your mind, an Andy who in your imagination is now stark naked as he serves you at the bar, a broad grin spreads across your mouth.

The thought is one that you have had before, but usually in the privacy of your own bedroom, and on those times the image has come to mind during a particular course of action. Sitting on the toilet seat though it is still an arousing image, and you cannot but help slipping a finger downwards and under your skirt, letting a finger trail over your smooth skin until the very tip of it brushes ever-so-gently on your clit.

Your body shivers and you let out a little groan of pleasure. You repeat the action, the second time with more pressure, and your body responds again with a louder moan and a stronger shiver.

The third contact lasts longer, the tip of your finger eases onto your clit and rubs it from one side to the other. Leaning back against the back wall you part your legs wider, giving yourself greater access to your already wet pussy, your finger now circling your throbbing clit.

Your moans are suddenly brought to a halt as you hear the toilet door open once more, and you freeze with your finger still on your clit.