The Booth

One of my passions, is masturbating in public. Not in the exhibitionist kind of way, where the goal is to show off – I don’t do much of that. My thing is to cum, or keep myself just on the edge, in public situations. I’ve been doing this since I was a teenager and it definitely hasn’t lost it’s thrill. Ever since I discovered that I could wear a vibrator (my current favorite is/was a little blue dolphin) under my slacks, I’ve had some amazing orgasms in some really crowded spots. I often masturbate at work, many times in plain site of the shoppers toward the back of the store. Definitely in plain site of my staff. You’d be surprised at how well you can control your body during a climax! Don’t get me wrong, I’ve definitely gotten some raised eyebrows – sometimes I’ll shudder a little too much, or gasp a little too loudly. I know I can smell myself, especially after two or three climaxes. That’s all part of the fun, though. It wouldn’t be as much of a thrill if there was no chance of being caught. Yesterday, I had a really memorable time and I found that I’m not the only woman in my town who is into this kind of thing. Every spring, my town has a crafts fair, which means they close off a couple of the downtown blocks and lots of local (and not so local) craftsman come in to sell stuff. It lasts for the weekend, and it’s usually a lot of fun. The town always looks forward to it. So, once the weather is nice, they start selling tickets. (the festival isn’t until late April). About a month ago, one of organizers asked me if I’d be willing to sell tickets in the park when the weather got nice, and I said sure. They’ve got this little information booth near one entrance to the park, looking out on the main street and a bunch of park benches, that they use to sell tickets to whatever events are coming up. (There’s usually a couple of plays in the park each year, too). The sides and back are full walls, and the front is a walk up counter. The height is such that you can either stand behind the counter or sit on a stool. I got a call on Thursday afternoon to ask if I could do a shift on Saturday (yesterday). I told her that I could, and she came by after work to drop off the keys to the booth. On the way home, I stopped by the park and took a walk over to the booth. The front was boarded shut, but the counter looked high enough that it gave me some interesting ideas. 🙂 By the time Saturday morning rolled around, I was seriously horny. I’d been fantasizing about being in that booth since I’d driven away from it on Thursday! I jumped in the shower, somehow resisted the urge to spend an extra few minutes with the shower massage, and got dressed in one of my ‘play’ outfits. I put on some tight nylon panties, followed by the dolphin strapped tight against me, with spandex tights on top of that. I’ve found that the dolphin pinches after a short time if I don’t wear something smooth under it, and the tights hold it against me with just the right pressure. I put some sweats on over that, because it was still morning and cool outside. I left the vibe off for the drive to the park, but it might as well have been on with the way I was feeling by the time I got there. God, I wanted to cum so bad! I unlocked the door in the back Afyon Escort of thebooth, flicked on the lights and stepped inside. Pretty much your standard box, just what you’d expect. An empty cash register, a stool, an old radio plugged in to an outlet, and a fan on the wall. I pulled the door shut behind me and noted happily that it had a latch on the inside – I could lock it and not worry about anyone coming in behind me. This was going to be fun! I stashed my backpack on the shelf under the counter, and reached for the dolphin’s controller stashed in my waistband. With the dolphin buzzing away, I stood leaning against the counter, legs spread, eyes closed, hips pumping slowly back and forth, and let the days first orgasm wash over me. It was a nice long climax, and I had warmed up plenty by the time it tapered off. I turned the dolphin down to a gentle humm, and slid off my sweatpants. It took me a minute to figure out how to open the front of the booth. There was a board, hinged on top, that pushed out and up to open, and there were two poles to prop it open with. The result was an awning that kept the sun out of the booth, which suited me because I didn’t want it to be that well-lit. I pulled up the stool, took out the roll of tickets and my current paperback, and was ready to go. I love the feel of spandex against me, and I had one hand in my lap gently stroking around the dophin, which was still doing it’s thing. The counter of the booth came up to my midsection while either sitting on the stool or standing and there was a bit of an overhang so nobody could what I was doing below it, especially if I stayed close enough. There were runners passing by, and people out for their morning walks. Starbucks had a good crowd out in front of it, and there was bus stop about 30 feet away that always had 3 or 4 people waiting. It was a great place for me to indulge myself! I turned the dolphin up again and held it tightly against my clit, watching the people walk by. I came again in no time, arching my hips off the stool as I spasmed against the vibe. Whew. That was two in the first half hour. The dolphin was getting pretty hot, so I turned it off. My tights were pretty sloshy in the crotch, too, and I wondered if I should have brought more kleenex. Ah well, it wasn’t like anyone could see in, or be close enough to smell me. Besides, I like the smell of sex. A few minutes later, I noticed the chalkboard on the side wall. Hmm. I smiled and drew two short vertical lines in one corner. Might as well keep count, I thought. The first customers came by a little before 11, two old ladies out for a walk in the park who commented on how nice it was that I was doing this. “Yup”, I thought, smiling. “Sure is”.  After they’d left, I figured enough time had passed and that the dolphin should be well rested, so I reached down and turned it back on. Unfortunately, after about a minute of maximum buzzing, it let out a high pitched screech and stopped. I’d heard that sound before – it was the death cry of those little vibes. I don’t know what causes it, but I’ve gone through about six of them in the last couple of years. It didn’t really bug me, though, in fact it was exciting. I had brought bunch of toys with Afyon Escort Bayan me in my backpack hoping that I might find a way to use them, so this gave me cause to try something new out. As casually as I could, I reached down into my tights and unsnapped the straps that held the dolphin on. I took the poor little thing out (what a nice way to die, though, don’t you think?), and put it in a side pocket of my bag for an honorable burial later. 🙂 There was an electrical outlet under the counter along with the one on the wall that the radio was plugged in to. I had brought a plug-in massager with me, so I took that out and plugged it in. The massager can be really intense – it makes me cum faster than any other toy that I have. They’re also really strong orgasms, especially if I press it really hard against me. It’s almost like I don’t feel the vibrations anymore, I just cum and cum and cum. I don’t get over sensitive to it when it’s that tight against me, I just keep cumming. My record with it is something like 30 in a row, in a little over an hour. (I was tied down at the time, but that’s another story). What does happen is I get stomach cramps, which isn’t so fun. Anyway, I sat back on the stool and picked up my book with one hand and put the massager in my lap with the other. There was a group of teenagers heading over to the park from the other side of the street, waiting for the light to turn so they could cross. With the way the massager works, I knew I could be cumming hard just as they were passing by me. I flicked it on high, and pressed it tight against me. I couldn’t help but lean back and push my hips forward toward the massager. As planned, the teens had crossed and were passing by when the orgasm hit. My hips started spasming against the machine, and I quickly stood up to lean against the counter for support. I don’t think I made any noise, but my motion caught one of the boys eyes and he looked over at me. I’d seen him in my store at the mall, and he recognized me as well. He smiled at me and said “Hey, what’s up? You’re the one from the sports store, right?” A couple of the girls that were with him had stopped, too, and were idly watching me while they waited. I was still spasming against the massager, but managed to keep my voice pretty steady. I told him yes, and asked if they wanted to buy any tickets for the fair. I looked over at the girls as another shudder ran through me, and when I looked back I caught him staring at my chest. I could feel that my nipples were rock hard, so I knew what he was looking at. Another spasm went through me, less intense, and I turned the massager off. The girls had come over and were pulling him away, so he just waved and went with them. My legs were shaking from the climax, so I sat on the stool and stretched them out, enjoying the pleasant feeling you get after a really strong orgasm. I leaned over and put another line on the chalkboard. I spend the next half hour or so resting and reading. I sold a dozen or tickets, most to pairs of elderly couples out for walks, enjoying the day. I sold one pair to an absolutely gorgeous guy and his even more gorgeous girlfriend. Two guys in bicycling gear (whew, have I mentioned that I love Escort Afyon spandex?) bought two pairs. Around 11:30, I decided to give it another go. There were enough people around that I was getting turned on again. I scooted the stool up close to the counter and reached down for the massager. I had it against me for about 30 seconds – my hips were just starting to move on their own, when a really cute young woman came up and asked to buy a pair of tickets. She was wearing gray lycra warmup tights and a short sweatshirt, it was all I could do not to ogle her outright – especially in my aroused state. (BTW, I’m bi if that wasn’t clear). I love the curves of a womans hips and thighs. The tight lycra showed off all of her curves, too, and I imagined what it would be like to run my tongue over her lycra-covered mound. “Sure!” I quckly switched the massager off and picked up the roll of tickets. She ruffled through her fanny pack, and then looked up. “Shoot, I don’t have enough cash on me. Do you take checks?” We’re not supposed to, but she was too cute to let leave that quickyl. “Well, we’re not supposed to, but sure.” She gave me a quick smile, and started hunting for a pen. I took the opportunity to sneak my hand down between my legs again and started working my clit gently. “I keep forgetting to get cash when I go to the bank.” I nodded. “I’m the same way. I always end up paying the penalty at an ATM somewhere.” She finished writing and nodded agreement. “Yup. Everytime. ” Ah well, it was over. I handed her the tickets, and she put them in her fanny pack. “Thanks for the tickets.” “That’s what I’m here for.” I smiled and worked my hand back into my lap. She turned to go and then turned back. “Hey, I’m going over to Starbucks. Can I bring you anything? I’ve should have enough for two coffees.” I leaned forward like I was thinking about it, and found the massager with my other hand. Click. “That’d be great! Just a latte, though. No sugar.” She nodded. “Okay, be right back!” I pressed the massager against me as hard as I could as she walked away. I was flat out staring at her, I knew, but I wanted to cum so hard. She jogged across the street and vanished into Starbucks, and I backed off on the massager a little. Once again, I wanted to time it right. I really wished I had the dolphin on me, so I didn’t have to hold anything with my hand. But, the massager was what I had at the moment. Just after she went inside, a middle-aged couple came up to buy some tickets. I put the massager down, and tried to hurry them along, but they took their time and made smalltalk. They had just turned to leave when I saw her come out of Starbucks with the coffees. I grabbed the massager and held it against my clit. God, that thing was great. My whole lower body was tensed up, pushing against the tip of the massager. I was trying to cum so hard that I couldn’t. She made it across the street before I could go completely over the edge, and I had to stop. My hips were twitching randomly and all I wanted to do was cum, but I couldn’t. I took a deep breath as she walked up and tried to stop trembling. She put her stuff down and slid the coffee to me. “Here you go!” I picked up the coffee and noticed my hand was shaking, so I put it down again. “Thanks alot. I’ll let it cool a little first. Did you have enough?” She smiled a beautiful smile. “I’m not as destitute as I look.” I smiled in return, still trying to stop trembling. I saw her glance at me, face to chest, to hands.