Swimming Pool Changing Room

I do not like the thought of masturbation. It is something of a necessity, but I am a long way from being a daily masturbator. I tend to do it only when I absolutely have to. That said, when I do it, it feels amazing. Usually, up until last week, it was only ever in my bedroom with the door firmly locked and perhaps once a month or less.

But today, the strangest and most unexpected thing happened. I had gone to the local swimming pool and was in a changing cubicle stripping off. There were no odd noises around me and nothing that spured this particular action, but as I stood there naked, I decided I would masturbate. I have never done anything out of the security of my own bedroom and nothing in such a sordid public place as this, but the feeling was overwhelming.

I looked down at my body, my surprisingly small breasts and my tummy and then my mound. I have always loathed having hair there and I hated the way it traps scents and odours so from the age of 12, I used to shave and two years ago underwent painful and expensive electrolysis to rid myself of the problem forever. I leaned back against the cool plastic of the walls and spread my legs and reached between them. Oh, my I was wet! I found my engorged and hard clit and teased her up into arousal. I don't finger my vagina as I want my husband to be the first to break my hymen. Instead, when I feel I need the feeling of fulness, I push a finger into my bottom. This is what I did this time. I suddenly realised what a slut I must look like. Masturbating in a public place while fingering my bum too.

I felt the orgasm building deep in my belly and this time it took a long time to well up, but when it did it actually forced a couple of moans from me and I felt wetness spurting on my thighs. I looked down, but it did not look or smell like pee. I let the orgasm subside and then pulled on my costume. I gathered up my belongings and put them in my bag and opened the door. Quite nearby were two girls, I would say around 14 or 15. They looked at me and burst out into fits of giggling and scampered off. No doubt, they heard me and knew what I was doing.

As I swam, I felt really relaxed and I know one thing for certain. I need to masturbate more and I need to explore doing it in places like this. I don't know why, but I find myself totally attracted to the squalid surroundings.