Hearing Bridget masturbating was starting to have an effect on George, who was not yet fully cooled down. Thinking about what Bridget would have heard when it was her and Chris in a stall, George could understand how Bridget got so worked up. George shifted her focus to the door to the bathroom, she hoped it was enough to block the noise from escaping. Just to be safe she went over and leaned her back against the door.
Bridget’s breathing and gasps started to get shorter and faster until she suddenly broke and released an almost feral groan. Soon George could hear Bridget pulling on the toilet paper. Guessing that Bridget was done, George left the bathroom door and went back over to the sinks.
The stall door opened and Bridget emerged adjusting her work outfit. Her face and chest were still flushed but she showed no hint of embarrassment. On seeing George, Bridget flashed her a pleased grin. “Thanks George, I really needed that.”
“That’s okay, I was just returning the favour. It’s a pity Chris was in such a rush, otherwise he could have helped you as well.”
Bridget’s eyes widened. “Yeah?” She then shook her head with a regretful look. “Probably for the best that it didn’t happen. It’s bad enough that I rubbed one out at work. I’d never get away with looking and smelling freshly fucked.”
George left the bathroom to return to the table. Bridget remained behind to actually give the bathroom a quick mop, saying that if anyone asked she could truthfully say she was cleaning. When George got back to the table Chris was browsing his phone, as she got closer he looked up at her with a small smile. He seemed perfectly calm and George couldn’t see any sign that he had just completely devoured her pussy. She sat down beside Chris and they looked at each other until they both broke out into wide smiles.
George reminded herself that Chris hadn’t fucked her and she playfully elbowed him in the ribs. “You’re such a sneaky ass.”
He feigned injury. “What?”
“You gave me oral sex, that wasn’t what you promised to do.”
Chris frowned. “You’re still hung up about that?”
“What can I say, I know what I want.”
While they were talking George noticed Bridget appear from the bathrooms and go return the cleaning sign and mop. A short while later she returned to join George and Chris in the booth. “That was fun, it made my afternoon a lot more interesting than usual.”
George nudged Chris in the side again. “It could have been even better but someone has too much self control.”
Chris looked at her questioningly.
“I was just recognising how much restraint you had to walk away even though you were still hard.”
He shook his head. “I was too worried about all of us getting into trouble, especially Bridget. If it wasn’t for that I definitely would have kept going.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I came really goddamn hard but if you were only going to do one thing why did you eat my pussy instead of fucking me?”
Chris sighed in exasperation, he looked over to Bridget but seeing she was unfazed he shrugged. He then glanced around, checking to see if anyone else was in earshot. Seemingly satisfied, Chris turned back to George. “First, your glistening pussy looked unbelievably tempting, I had to get a taste. Second, I realised that fucking you in that position wasn’t really going to work.” Seeing the queries in George and Bridget’s expressions, Chris added a further explanation. “You’re too short, I would either have had to lift you up or squat down.”