Another man enters the bathroom and heads into your stall

The shadow on the floor outside of your hiding place moves, and you're certain he's about to knock or push open the stall door. You sit frozen, unable to move even to save yourself.

Then rescue comes in the form of the door opening. The man in front of you seems to pause, his feet moving toward the door, no doubt ready to blast the boys for returning.

But it isn't the boys, apparently, and the feet step away from the stall. Just as you're thinking that you're saved sneakered feet replace the black shoes and the door pulls open.

An older, gangly looking man takes a step forward even as his eyes widen at the sight of you, naked, cupping your pussy as you perch atop the toilet.

"Something wrong?" the first man asks, and his shoes squeak as they move toward you.

"What? No. It's just dirty," the man says, stepping smoothly into the stall and closing the door, locking it behind him.

You two of you stare at each other, uncertain what to do. The man outside seems to wait, as if expecting to hear a scream at any moment. Or maybe he's just vainly grooming himself in the mirror, you think.

Finally the man moves...