Stop! Stop!*

You panic. Quickly, you get Troy to stop it, as much as it wants to make you cry at the lost sexual delight. Your womanhood is left weeping for more, but you can't imagine getting caught. You hold back your burning need as you climb onto the toilet in hopes somebody simply spies Troy's legs beneath it and move on.

Foot steps are heard right outside the stall door. Your heart beats faster and faster.

Likely, both you and Troy are breathing quite hard, but you hope that doesn't give away your naughty position. You bite down on your lip. Below the door, you see two shoes for some reason stopping immediately outside the stall you're both in. Why? You begin to flush at the thought of not only being caught in only a skirt, but also having sex in public...

Then, a little boy's head peeks out from under the stall with wide eyes. You and Troy both look back to him with an equal reaction.

"Go away, kid, please," Troy whispers in a panic.

He shakes his head with a big grin.

"No way, mister!" he says in a high-pitched voice. "You two are doing something really bad, aren't you?"

"No, no," Troy says, and you do as well.

"But you're not supposed to be in here, lady, and you're both wearing almost nothing. I'm going to tell on you!"

Your heart skips a beat. How can you stop this kid from running out, and alerting others of your position? To make matters even more frustrating, you can still feel your body begging for more, and the thought of being caught isn't helping, much to your own embarrassment. You were getting so close, too. This damned kid!