Does it count as “public sex” if I was just touching myself?
I’ve accumulated more than a few public sex anecdotes over the years, but last weekend I couldn’t help myself from getting into some new (and solo) fitting room shenanigans.
The mall kind of stresses me out. Usually my routine is this: get in, go to H & M, go to whatever other store necessary, get out. Okay, maybe get a soft pretzel. I do love soft pretzels! It’s the only way I’ll eat mustard. Weird, but true.
Anyway, I was feeling especially horny that afternoon for whatever reason (blame it on all the phone sex) but tried to pretend I wouldn’t give in to my urges once my initial sweep of possible purchases and got to the changing room. Ha. Self control is something I struggle with, especially when it comes to sex!
As soon as I closed the door and took off my jeans, I realized I’d forgotten to wear any panties. Whoops! I tried on a tight-fitting white slip with lacy ribbons anyway. It was so smooth, so silky. My fingers slid between my legs, rubbing my already swelling clit. Maybe it was for the best I’d forgotten my panties.
I pushed against the mirrored wall with my left hand while my right forefinger slipped into my hungry cunt. My thumb stroked in slow circles as I reached my middle finger inside, too. I knew I was being “bad,” but I really didn’t care.
Usually I’m kind of loud when I’m having an orgasm, but I impressed myself with my stealthy moans. Part of me wondered if the staff or other patrons knew as I continued to shop, placing the things I didn’t want neatly on the rack outside.
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