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Silent Orgasms.

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I’m using ST to understand myself sexually and broaden my horizons. Sex starts in the mind. Would I do this, wouldnt I do this. Hearing other peoples’ experiences Is great, although, in the end, it always comes back to what an individual would or wouldn’t like. This story is one about silent orgasms.


I’ve watched a couple of what I call silent orgasm movies lately. Girls getting themselves off in store fitting rooms, or even in the aisles. They have to do it quietly, and that made me think about the added sexuality of the necessarily silent orgasm.  I like making noises when I cum. Lots of noises, punctuated with dirty language. There aren’t many places where I have to have quiet orgasms, so I thought I might have a think and see.  Orgasms in church? Hmm....I’m nothing like the good Catholic girl I used to be and it’s been a while since I went to mass. Would I masturbate in church? No. Some things still matter to me, and that’s a step too far.  Shops? Definitely. But what about the workplace? I don’t get that chance because I’m never alone. My dental nurse is always there, and usually there’s a patient around too. Slipping off to the restroom doesn’t really work because it’s too far away to be considered ‘public’.  Yes, I’ve been masturbating in my car recently, and that’s been cool, but again, not quite a private cum in a public place, mainly because I love being watched.  So, store it is.  As usual most of my money goes on food, rent and other essentials. Plus my exchange year at Cambridge came at a price, and I’m paying off a loan for that and will be for the rest of time, so it feels. But then, I didn’t have to buy anything.  I grabbed a couple of things off a rack, never even bothering to check the sizes. Why would I? I wasn’t either going to try them on or buy them. The girl gave me a tag with the number of items I was taking into the changing room with me on it and I squirrelled myself away.  Door locked, I was disappointed. This just felt like rubbing one out at home, so I sat on the chair and was about to give it up as a bad job when I heard the next door cubicle door shut. There was obviously a mom and daughter in there, and by the sound of it, the daughter didn’t want to be there. The mom said something about “You WILL try these on and we WILL be buying one of them. Your only choice is which one. You choose or I will!” And then the door slammed again. Presumably mom stalks off in a huff. I heard the kid next door swearing under her breath, and then a pair of jeans appeared on the floor. I could also see that the crotch had cum stains. No panties, then? Good girl!  Time to play. Skirt up, hand in panties, legs stretched wide. Mmmmm that’s nice. I was determined to do this silently, but now and then a little grunt or moan escaped my lips. At one point, the girl next door stopped clattering about after a louder moan escaped me. She listened for a second or two which really helped me along. I decided to slip my panties off and let them drop ‘accidentally’ where she could see them under the partition. I don’t usually wear thongs, they are not the most comfortable underwear in the world. But today I was. I let them drop and luck lent a hand. They fell not only where I wanted them to, but also showing the creamy crotch nicely as well.  Then it was back to the fingering. I stood up, backed away from the partition between us and crouched down. One side of my stall had a wall that went to the floor. I knew the chances of a squirt were high, and I didn’t want her to see that.  I did see a pair of feet under the partition though. Nicely shaped ankles and cute feet. As I rubbed, I imagine what this girl was like. I felt very close and I knew that if I edged too many times, I would make a lot,of noise when I came.  Even trying to keep silent was fucking hard work. I’m not good at this. So, now and then a little stifled moan escaped, and now and then a whispered “fuck” floated on the air.  But the stall also filled with the scent of my sex. The wetter I am, the more sexual scent is in the air.  When I came, I couldn’t keep my breathing under control and there were audible gasps and wheezes. Fucking hell, it was a good orgasm, though. Strong, long, and very, very wet. Yes, I squirted onto the carpet. I loved looking between my legs and seeing that happen. Then I stood up and grabbed my thong.  Straightening up didn’t take long and I emerged just as the girl next door did. She looked very flushed and stared at me. She handed two skirts to the assistant and kept one. I handed all my stuff back. As we passed each other in the store, she couldn’t stop looking at me. I think she knew exactly what I was doing. I kinda got lost in myself in the run up to the cum, so I don’t know if she was listening hard or what.  All I know is that suppressed orgasms need some more exploration. Am I brave enough to try madturbating in a library, like I’ve seen movies of some girls doing? Maybe. Am I brave enough to do it in the aisles of a store? Yeah, but not in my home town!  I had friends at school who boasted about having orgasms in class. Whether it was true or not I just don’t know, but hey, it’s all good fun. I can well imagine one girl I knew, Kathryn, doing it. She was someone who just blended in with a crowd. She wasn’t stunningly good looking, and no one ever seemed to notice her. Sometimes, even the teachers wouldn’t notice her. She could get away with things none of the rest of us could. She often said she “wanked one off” during lessons. It was her favourite expression. And thinking back, yes, i do seem to recall her hand between her legs more often and for longer than the rest of us. Adolescent girls often fiddle around a lot down there. When there are 30 of you in a class all doing it from the age of about 13 onwards, it becomes the normal thing and you don’t notice it. Kathryn said she would wank one off if she was bored or if she fancied the teacher.  So, More silent cums for me, I think. The question is where?  So far, my list has Shop aisles? Sauna, steam room, train, plane, and maybe....maybe in the hospital where I work. Since I’m still an intern there I don’t want to fuck things up. Maybe not there, then.  Still, there’s always church, I suppose. 

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