Someone has come looking for you

You sit still on the cold toilet seat, your hand still pressing gently against your clit, and biting into your lip to stop the sound of your moans escaping. Outside your small confinement, you hear the clicking of footsteps across the stone floor approaching your hiding place.

The door in the next cubicle swings open and shut, but instead of the sounds of someone in there, the footsteps are still outside. Suddenly the door to your cubicle is pushed against…