Yes, see where they are going

I denied all rational thought and followed them into the bathroom. The bass from the music permeated the otherwise quiet room. It was empty apart from one locked stall. I couldn't hear any sounds coming from inside. I stood there, frozen, wondering what I should do. Listening intently for any sounds from inside the stall.

Then I heard it – a faint moan escaping from behind the closed door. It sent a shockwave through my entire body, leaving me weak-kneed and dizzy. I wasn't sure what was happening in there but my imagination was running wild. I couldn't bear to listen anymore, feeling nauseous at the thought of them together.

There was another loud noise as the bathroom door opened. I panicked, I didn't want to be caught listening through a toilet stall. so I quietly slipped into the adjoining stall.

I sat on the cold metal seat, listening intently to the sounds coming from inside the neighbouring stall. Everything was deathly silent except for the man who had entered and was using the urinal and the faint sound of breathing coming from the next stall.

I was beginning to regret my decision to follow them in here – this was definitely not something I needed to be hearing. My palms were sweaty and my heart pounded in my ears as I tried to block out the noise. I glanced at my phone, checking the time. It had been almost 5 minutes since they'd gone into the bathroom. It was almost silent while the other patron was in the bathroom but when the door clicked shut behind him I waited in silence.

It didn't take long. A soft, rhythmic slapping sounded from their stall. I held my breath, trying to decipher what was happening. After a few moments I heard a gasp. It was subtle, but I heard it. I felt sick to my stomach as I tried to imagine what they might be doing in there.

The thought of them fucking was almost too much for me to handle. My Lily wouldn't be fucking someone else in a bathroom stall. I told myself. I could hear the sounds breathing, a masculine grunt accompanied the slapping sound as I tried to imagine what was happening. Despite the intense jealousy and the fear of being caught listening in on my own girlfriend, I found my own cock now rock hard, and aching.

I shook my head violently, trying to shake off the dirty thoughts invading my brain. What was wrong with me? Should I leave? I couldn't, I sat and listened to her soft moans become grunts. The rhythmic slapping turned into a more forceful hammering, the stall felt like it was moving with the sounds.

My stomach churned with envy and desire, my cock throbbing in my pants. Their moans became more intense, echoing off the tiled walls. I fought to keep my composure, trying to ignore the rising tide of emotions surging through me.

Lily let out a sharp cry, followed by a long, drawn-out moan. I felt her pleasure like a knife in my gut. It was excruciating, knowing that someone else was pleasuring her while I sat in the next stall, helpless. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to banish the images from my mind. But it was no use – I could still hear their every move, every moan and groan filling my ears.

Suddenly, Lily cried out loudly, followed by a string of muffled curses. I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing to her – whether he was biting her neck or sucking on her breasts. Every time she made a noise, my heart skipped a beat.

I tried to tell myself that it was just my imagination, that they weren't actually having sex. But the sounds coming from the neighbouring stall belied that notion. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to will the images out of my mind. But it was no use – the sounds were too intense, too real.

Each moan and groan filled my ears, making me feel like I was right there in the stall with them. I could picture him thrusting into her, his muscular back flexing as he drove into her.

The image was enough to make me lose control altogether. I rubbed my cock through my pants as I listened to their sounds. My orgasm built rapidly, I had to stop or I was going to make a mess of my pants.

My breath came in short, silent gasps as I rubbed my cock in time with their rhythm. I could hear their breathing growing louder and more insistent, punctuated by the occasional muffled moan.

I closed my eyes, willing myself to stay calm. I had never done anything like this before – listening in on someone else's intimate moments. But the sounds coming from the neighbouring stall were too intense to resist. Every moan and groan filled my ears, making me feel like I was right there in the stall with them.

My face burned with shame as I realized what I was doing. I couldn't believe I had stooped so low – listening in on my girlfriend. While she was in there, getting off with some random guy. I was overcome with a mix of emotions – anger, jealousy, and despair. It felt like everything I had worked for was slipping away from me. We had been together for years, and yet she seemed determined to throw it all away. I clenched my fists tightly, feeling powerless to stop her.