Patience

She could only wait them out, wait and hope neither of them needed a shit. In her state of sheer undress she was at incredible risk, of being caught, getting into trouble...maybe even needing to do unspeakable things to earn freedom. This little nude prey animal fantasized away in her cubicle, rubbing her thighs together as she pictured herself on her knees and **** to submit, building herself the most **** worst case scenarios...her thrill admittedly was in the risk of being caught, though she was prepared to actually get caught, or at least she thought so.

"Yeah yeah let me just wash my fukkin' hands" Said the European voice, the faucet being turned on right on cue...the pair had to be leaving. Mary would have her chance soon, the predators would let their guard down, the prey slipping through like a doe through the brush.

Mary waited another minute or so "Sure I'll wait for you downstairs" The American replied, before footsteps began heading away, the door opening. Now there was just one, just one between her and escape. The nude girl considered risking it, just gunning it out there and praying she doesn't get grabbed or that she trips over and...

"Dammit Mary..." She huffed under her own breath, not quite noticing how hot and bothered she was getting. That and she only just noticed the sound of the door swinging closed again, which meant she was alone. Bringing a hand up to her breast, giving herself a firm squeeze she considered moving, surrendering to the fact that she HAD to move eventually, sometime someone would come in then she'd be playing hide and seek all over again, still trapped on the toilet.

Butt now leaving ceramic, the nude brunette got to her feet, bare toes flexing on the tiled floor as she found her footing. Mary took a deep breath, getting herself built up for the walk back to her apartment, for the game of cat and mouse to begin again...and she greeted it eagerly.

"Here goes girl..." Mary thought to herself as she unlocked the door, pulling it open and stepping back out into the mens toilets proper. The first thing she noticed was the fairly large looking European man washing his hands at the sink...it seems he actually had not left. And the culprit for the door closing, a lean african-american man pissing at the urinal.

To make matters worse both had glanced over instinctively at the sudden and unexpected noise...and both were now staring at the totally nude Englander, standing there on the other side of the mens restroom, looking hornier than a rabbit in mating season...