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It was a blustery October afternoon and I was feeling stressed and overwhelmed with my workload. I had been struggling to focus and my friend’s suggestion to “just masturbate it all away” seemed like a tempting solution.
I usually don’t indulge in self-pleasure in public, but the thrill of possibly being caught was too much to withstand. I found myself in the bathroom at my local coffee shop, locked in a stall with my hand down my pants. As I touched myself, the hum of the espresso machine and the sound of footsteps outside the door only heightened the excitement.
I closed my eyes and let my thoughts wander to all the things that turned me on. My fingers worked frantically, conjuring up images of hard cocks, thick and veiny, filling my mouth and coating my face with hot, sticky cum. I imagined all the methods I could be satisfied, whether it was taking a man’s length deep inside me or simply running my tongue along the length of his shaft.
It wasn’t long before I was brought to a powerful climax, the stress of the day melting away as I leaned against the wall, panting and spent. But my reprieve was short-lived. As I was getting dressed, I heard the sound of the bathroom door swinging open. Panicked, I quickly composed myself and tried to nonchalantly wash my hands as a group of chatting women entered the room.
I was mortified, sure that they would be able to tell what I had just done. But to my surprise, one of the women gave me a knowing smile and a wink before disappearing into a stall. It was a subtle acknowledgement of what I had just done, and it only served to turn me on even more.
NSFW: yes
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I encourage my gf to try masturbating in more riskier public places and she’s hesitant at first but once the rush and pleasure combine its something you start and finish. Amazing story