They don't say anything, its all just sounds

Again you wait, breath held, to hear just what Kelly wants. Seconds pass with no sound coming from the next cubicle, and you briefly worry that maybe there have heard something and are being quiet to see if you reveal yourself with any further noise.

Relief rushes through your body as suddenly there is a flurry of activity, and looking down you see shadows and the edge of feet through the gap between wall and floor. You can make out the sound of the guy's belt jangling, seemingly indicating that his jeans are being undone and no doubt pushed down, but other sounds are not so clear. Although you can hear clothes being rustled, you cannot decipher exactly what the sounds mean, whether it is Kelly’s skirt, top, or this guy’s top, or in fact if it is simply his underwear coming down with his jeans.

Although you are horny as hell listening, you are also frustrated at the confusion being created by your lack of visual help. You look up, seeing how high the dividing walls of the cubicles are, knowing that it would be simple for you to stand on the toilet seat and look over the top, or if that was too much effort, you could probably kneel on the floor and peak under the gap at the base of the wall.

Even as you think what you should do, if indeed you should do anything, a loud groan is emitted from the guy, and you just know that his cock has just been devoured, but by what you have no idea yet.