Whoops, no I didn’t (It’s Lucy)

Too late you realise you never locked the door, and you watch in horror as the door swings wide open. Looking up you see Lucy standing there, and it doesn’t take one second for her to take in the view of you, sitting with your legs wide apart and your hand placed over your clit.

Her face goes from a shocked look to a wide grin as she takes in what you are up to. “I just come to see what was taking you so long” she says as way of apology, “And besides, when you left, Mark started to try to talk to me, so I had to make my excuses and leave as well.”

As she talks, your hand slides free from its resting place between your thighs, and with a deep red blush across your face you stand up and replace your thong over your wet and unsatisfied pussy.

“Surely you can wait anyway” she continues, as if catching you in a pub toilet masturbating yourself is something that is as normal as catching you looking at a cute guy.

Without a word, still too embarrassed to even attempt to deny she saw what she so clearly did, you brush past her to wash your hands. Finally composed enough, you turn back to her, noticing she is still giving you her most knowing grin, and ask what she fancies doing now.