I get it on in public

This morning, I'm wearing my tight leather pants and red silk blouse and walking a longer distance to the office to enjoy the warm rays of sunshine. It's such a great feeling to feel the heat on my butt.

In moments like these, I always feel the urge to touch and pleasure myself in public. To briefly slip my hand into my panties and touch my swollen clit. It's maybe only three minutes to the office. The whole street is bathed in sunlight. Every step I take increases my desire to do it. Right now, in public. Everyone should see how horny I am. How I do it to myself.

I walk past a bench that is also bathed in sunlight.

I would love to sit down here, immediately take my breasts out of my red blouse, and pull down my leather pants.

Then I would dip my fingers into my wet slit.

A hot flash would shoot through my labia and immediately a thick drop of lust would form in my pussy. Passersby would look at me, whisper...

It would turn me on so much to be allowed to just do it.

I would sit on the bench with my legs spread wide and finger myself vigorously until I came.

The thought makes me leak too much.

I stop, sit down on the bench, and look around nervously. My lower abdomen is trembling, it's literally shaking. With excitement and arousal. Just for a moment, a tiny moment, I touch my throbbing clit.

I need that so badly right now. I don't even know where the heat is coming from anymore. My eyes dart quickly and excitedly to the left and right. No one is looking at me.

My right hand dives into my leather pants at lightning speed, throwing up the hem of my panties with a quick movement of my fingers to slide down to her – to my throbbing and pulsating clitoris. First my thumb, then my index finger. And now I apply pressure. Really a lot of pressure.

Awwwwww, how horny and naughty I am. Just like that, in public. Should I do it once? Should I jerk off here on the bench?

Yes! It has to be done. I hold my clit firmly and move it clockwise! How horny that is.

I think I need another round. I want to come, to finish. Quickly and with furtive glances, I rub my clitoris.

I'm coming, I have to hold back the trembling in my legs. My orgasm comes in waves and gets more intense with every turn of my hand. I start to moan. My eyes are half closed.

Suddenly, a voice behind me says, “Heidi!”

Oh my god… That's the voice of my colleague from marketing. What do I do now? My hand is on my thick, swollen clitoris. A millisecond ago, I was still moving my shoulders in wild circles. My thighs are still trembling.

“You've gone too far again, Heidi,” says the little angel on my shoulder admonishingly.

How embarrassing! Yes, it's exciting, but when it's discovered, it's so incredibly shameful.

An idea flashes into my mind. I throw my large leather bag onto my lap and cover up the fact that my hand is in my leather pants. Now I move my hand back and forth.

“Heidi, are you okay?” my colleague asks.

“A huge bug stung me, seriously. It's going to leave a bump!”

“You poor thing, but when it itches, you can't help yourself.”

“Oh yes, that's true!”

I would have much preferred to give him a bump right then and there; to just keep going. Without paying attention to the others. Just living out my horniness. I would have liked to say:

“Look, I'm running so well right now. Don't you want to kneel in front of me and catch my pussy juice with your mouth?”

He would have done it right away, kneeling and jerking off in front of me. My thighs would have twitched with massive contractions and I would have glazed his whole face.

He would have cum hard out of sheer horniness. Pumped out his entire load. With a little luck, he would have squirted so far that I would have gotten some too.

God, that would have been so hot. Now I'm on my way to work again and running out completely.