Lonely Night

I have always, at least since I became a teenager, enjoyed the pleasures of masturbation. When I first started, I wasn't completely sure of what I was doing, I just knew that that one moment of release felt really good, and that my hand naturally drew itself to my crotch. I am now eighteen years old (finally legal!) and just about dying of general sexual frustration. I am still a virgin, at least by my standards, which means that I have not yet had sexual intercourse. I have enjoyed other sexual acts, which shall not be mentioned. The point is, as someone who is extremely sexual, and can be found almost always horny, I am often in need of a good solo session.

There are so many ways that I have uncovered over the years on how to get myself off. I really enjoy the idea of 'public' masturbation. There is a thrill in knowing that at any moment, you might just get caught. For example, bathrooms and changing rooms are my guilty pleasure. I have often gone to try on lingerie. Seeing how those nice lacy garments look, and how sensual I feel, I am instantly turned on. I enjoy the idea of knowing that after I try these on, someone else might as well, and some other girl and I will have shared something so intimate. I leave just my bra on, and slowly edge my hand into what is now my throbbing pussy. I can literally feel it pulsating in desire and expectation. I caress and tickle the outside of my smooth clit and a soft moan escapes my lips, my body wants it so bad. By now I am moist enough that I can smoothly rub myself, slowly at first. I rub in circles around my clit with my right hand, slowly building up. With my left hand, I grab and pinch my tits, circling my now erect nipples. I also alternate between grabbing my ass, imagining a strong male hand doing that same thing. From that action I trail my finger until I reach my asshole. The mix of feelings between that left hand and the continuing right hand builds up. Eventually I can't sustain my moans and I let my body free and began to orgasm. I shiver lightly from the pleasure and stay there panting. Knowing that anyone in the store could have noticed gives me a real thrill.

More will come on other ways and places that I have experienced.