O Shopping

I'm a 23-year-old graduate student with a serious addiction: masturbation. I played college volleyball and at 6-foot-1 and 175 very solid pounds, many men and women find me intimidating. Others, though, find me quite attractive. You might think I have an ego to match my size, but I also find myself quite attractive; I can't keep my hands off me and I masturbate at least three or four times a day. I love an element of danger and I love getting caught; it frequently pushes me over the edge and I like nothing better than orgasming in front of a stranger.

As a gay woman with this penchant, my very fave places to masturbate are fitting rooms in stores. This afternoon I was in a place where I hadn't been in many months. I spotted a cute blond clerk of 18 or 19 and my gaydar told me she might be a receptive submissive. I confirmed this while having her help me pick out a few things to try on, twice catching her unmistakably peeking down my scoop-neck sweater at my unfettered C-cup breasts.

I took the things to a back fitting room, quickly stripped completely naked, positioned myself behind the unlocked door and began abusing my large nipples and playing with my cunt, which was drenched in anticipation. I could have cum in two minutes, but I forced myself to slow down. I knew that in this place, as in many women's shops, the sales people are trained to wait about 10 minutes before gently knocking and offering assistance. I managed to time it perfectly, keeping the orgasm at bay until I heard the tap on the door. My eyes were glassy and my knees weak as I let the waves wash over me as I managed to croak a 'Come in.'

As she looked around the door, I could barely see and my pussy was squirting just a bit. I heard the door click shut and recovered enough to open my eyes and focus. I smiled down as she reconfirmed my reading by flipping off a thin sweater dress, exposing lovely small breasts and tiny yellow thong panties. Without a word I reached down and slid them down her hot little ass and pushed her down in the chair as I dropped to my knees...