Walk out together, smiling at whoever it was

You lean back into the wall with Andy still holding you tight, the pair of you now silent as you listen for sounds from outside the cubicle. You know whoever came in must still be there, as the door hasn’t been opened again since they came in, and for a brief moment you imagine the scene as a standoff, all three participants trying to outwait the others.

“I gotta get back to work” Andy whispers as softly as he can into your ear, “I’m just going to walk out, you coming or not?” You look into his face, and make your decision, thinking ‘what the hell’, afterall, you won’t be the first person ever to be caught fucking in a pub toilet.

Taking the initiative, you lean down to grab your discarded thong and quickly wiggle your way back into it, and even as you are making the final adjustments, you grab the door handle and yank it open purposefully.

Andy leads the way out, and with your hand in his, you follow him out of the small cubicle, walking with a confidence and strut that dares anyone to think you shouldn’t be here at all.

The moment you are out of the door, you look to the side and see your voyeur, a stunned looking guy who you vaguely recognise as someone off your course.

“Hi, having a nice evening?” you ask with a smile as if you were simply passing each other along the corridor or something.

“Great thanks” he stutters, too shocked by your relaxed attitude to think of anything else. And with that you reach the door out, which you quickly depart through right behind Andy, the pair of you bursting into laughter as it swings shut behind you.

“Did you see his face?” Andy asks between bouts of laughter.

“No, I was looking at his bulge in his trousers” you respond which sends you both into new fits of laughter.

“Anyway, I really got to be back at work” he finally tells you as he regains his composure. “You going to wait around for me later?”