Two people having sex in the bathroom at a bar or a party and taking their sweet time, unaware of the shy pent-up virgin loser stuck waiting and squirming outside. He's crossing his thighs, blushing like crazy, growing increasingly desperate in more ways than one as he listens to the loud moans echoing through the locked door. Trying and failing to work up the nerve to knock, even though he's on the verge of losing bladder control as well as his composure. He thinks of leaving and trying the door again later, but he needs to pee badly enough that he really doubts he can waste even a minute. If just one person manages to slip in before he can and steals his chance to use the toilet then he might not make it at all. It feels so wrong to linger and overhear something so private but he tells himself he really doesn't have a choice (and he's definitely not enjoying it even a little). All he can do is fidget, bounce on his heels and try to stifle his whines of agony, breathing almost as heavy as the couple on the other side of the thin wall. Once he finally manages to awkwardly tap on the door, the two of them are way past the point of caring. Both too lost in pleasure to even think of stopping, leaving him to rut his hips against the empty air as he struggles not to ruin his clothes.
