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Hi, it's Lisa again. I haven't posted in a while so I thought I'd
tell you about what happened yesterday. If you've read some of my
earlier stories, you're aware that one of my... passions, we'll
call it, 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 of the booth, 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 behined 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 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
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.

"Are you ok? Is it cold in there?"

Well, my nipples were hard, I thought. If only she knew.

"A little, I'll be ok once I get the coffee in me."

"They should have a heater." She picked up her coffee.
"Ok, I should get going. Nice to have met you!"

I picked up my latte and waved.

"You, too. Thanks again."

As soon as she turned, I reach for the massager. She walked
to the corner and was waiting for the light to turn. This
was maybe 20 feet away from me, and I leaned back into the
shadows so she couldn't see me staring at her. I was *so*
hot, and I was just letting my eyes roam up and down her
body. Evidently it was a little cold out there, too, because
I could just make out her nipples through her thin sweatshirt.
The massager was amazing, as always, and I began to cum
in waves against it. My hips bucking against my hand, the
muscles in my midsection contracting rhythmically. I felt
the first peak pass, and then another start to build up.
This was one of those orgasms I could almost make last as
long as I wanted. I let my body go, spasming again and
again, still fantasizing about her as she waited for the
light. As another wave came over me, she suddenly turned
toward the booth. I'm sure she caught me staring at her,
I can only hope I wasn't in mid-moan. She began to walk
toward the booth and another peak hit me. They were
getting stronger and stronger, and I didn't want them to
stop. I knew if I turned the massager off it would be
over, and I wanted to make the most of it. So, instead
of putting it down, I scooted up to the counter, so she
couldn't see what my hand was doing, and tried to look
nonchalant. She came up and reached out to the counter.

"I left my keys here. Boy that was close!"

I was still cumming hard, and nodded as best I could.
She was right in front of me, 3 feet away, and I was
cumming my head off in front of her. These are the moments
I live for :-).

She paused for a moment and looked at me as I spasmed
again on the chair. I must have had an odd look on my
face, I could almost see her suspecting something was
going on.

"Well, see you."

"See... you... ", I managed to grunt. But she had already
turned to and was jogging to make the light. I let myself
peak one more time and then put the massager down, exhausted
for the moment. Three more marks for the board.



At that point, I was soaking wet. I sat around recuperating
and selling tickets for another hour or so. I even had some
pretty attractive people come up, but I was still too spent
to do anything about it. Around 1pm, I decided it was time
for a break. I closed up the booth from the inside, and
gathered myself together. My tights had dried out for the
most part, but they were still a bit sticky. I ran my hand
between my legs and inhaled the scent off of my fingers.
Mmmm. I could feel myself getting horny again. I took my
wallet out of my backpack and headed out, locking the booth
behind me.

I used the bathroom in Starbucks, and then grabbed a pretzel
from a street vendor. I sat on a bench in the sun, and started
thinking about Samantha (that was the name on the check) again.
There were a bunch of scantily clad 20-somethings out in the
park playing ultimate frisbee, and a group of same aged
goths hanging out on some of the other benches. I watched the
shirtless guys and halter-topped girls playing ultimate for
a while, and between them and Samantha, I started getting
aroused again. One of the goth girls was watching me, too,
which I found interesting. She was wearing a tight knee length
dress, strategically torn to show off bits of flesh. Her
breasts were covered, but with fabric so tight and thin
that you could see alot if you looked carefully. She had
purple streaks in her long black hair, and was wearing
knee-high shiny black leather boots. I looked at her, and
she continued looking at me for a moment before looking
away. She moved slowly, and I figured she was probably
stoned.


I got up and headed back to the booth. Along with the dolphin
and the massager, I had brought a couple more toys. On was
something named 'The Elephant'. It was a big gray dildo that
rotated and squirmed, and it had a little elephant's head that
designed to rest against your clit when the shaft was inside
you. The trunk on the elephant's head rotated and vibrated
with it's own speed control, so you could control the dildo
seperately from the clit vibe. It was alot of fun, and I
used it whenever I craved something inside me. I'd often
lay on my back in bed with it inside me, with my heel
holding a pillow up against it. It's a different kind of
orgasm, too, when the shaft is rotating inside me. It's
almost a gentle orgasm. After the first big peak, I just
keep gently contracting against it. Like I'm trying to
push it out. But each contraction feels very good, so it's
a great way to relax.

Just thinking about it got me wet again, and I really wanted
to try it out in the booth. Most of my public orgasms are
via the dolphin or another clit vibe, because you can't really
walk around with the elephant inside (though I've done it in
my apartment, and once or twice even ventured out to put
the garbage out with it on), and I wondered what it would be
like to wear this thing in front of people. Basically, it
would be like being fucked. And *that* idea really struck
a chord. Standing there, in plain site, being fucked.

I went back into the booth, turned on the lights and locked
the door behind me. I took the elephant out and wiped it
off. I was definitely wet enough that insertion wasn't going
to be a problem. I slid my tights and panties down around
my calves and squatted down enough to slide it in. Mmmmm.
Always a nice feeling. I hoped that between my panties and
the tights it would stay in place. I stood up and slid
everything back in place. It was a little strange to be
standing there, stuffed completely full. Strange, but good.
After an adjustment or two, I had it in a comfortable
position with the cord to the controller coming up over my
waistband. I gave it a quick test run, and immediately
knew this would be something I'd remember for a long time.
I could hear the whirring sound it made, but I didn't think
anyone outside the booth would hear it.

My hips gyrated as the trunk rotated against my g-spot,
and I was breathing heavily in no time. I left it on low,
and leaned over the counter to open the front of the booth.
Oooooh. Leaning over was interesting. I turned it off
for a moment, and propped the awning open.

I tried to sit, but that was a little weird. It wasn't
really comfortable unless I leaned way back with my hips
thrust forward or if I sat on the very edge of the stool,
so I pushed the stool to the side and stood up. I took
the remote control from my waistband and turned on the
dildo. Mmmmm. Standing was good, I could move my hips
around, and that's definitely what they wanted to be doing.

It was only a matter of minutes before two guys came up
to buy tickets. I wasn't close to cumming, but it was
definitely exciting to feel all that motion deep inside
me as I stood there making change and conversation. My
hips were pumping forward and back, and my legs were slowly
spreading wider inch by inch. As they turned away, I
put the clit vibe on, and gasped at the sudden difference
in stimulation. Now I was building quickly. I turned the
dildo up another notch, and was standing there with my
eyes half closed when one of the frisbee guys came up and
asked for some change for the coke machine.

Again, it was all in slow motion. Here I was, being slowly
fucked, and fucked well, by a machine, in front of a
well built 20 year old guy, shiny with perspiration, about
3 feet away from me. I would have jumped on him in a second,
had he only asked. It was him I was imagining inside me
at the moment, and I took another step closer to cumming.
I got his change, and we even had two sentence conversation
about something or other. My brain was too busy to really
pay attention. Half of it was gasping with pleasure, and
the other half was still revelling in excitement of how
lewd this whole thing was.

He was back on the field when I finally came. It took a
while to get there, but it was worth it. I leaned back
against the stool as the contractions hit, because they
were pushing the dildo out a few inches each time. I'd
push it back in against the stool, making the illusion
of being fucked even more real. I finally had one spasm
that doubled me over and I had to turn off the clit vibe.
When I sat up again, I saw the goth girl watching me from
her perch on the bench. I turned to the blackboard like
nothing had happened and drew another line.

The dildo was pinching a little bit, so I squatted down
for a quick adjustment. I got it situated, and turned it
back on for a test when I heard voices outside the booth.
I stood up to look, and there were about 10 couples who
had just walked up and were forming a line. One of the
local clubs must have let out or something. I started
telling the first pair how much the tickets were while
I fumbled with the controller, trying to get it into my
waistband with one hand. I had pulled my tights away
from my hip to do it, and just as I thought I had it,
I felt the controller drop in and stop around mid thigh.
Sigh. I wasn't going to get it out at the moment.

By the time the first couple had left, my hips were once
again moving on their own. The dildo was on a medium
setting, and every time it brushed against my g-spot
I got a twinge of pleasure that made me want to gasp.
My legs were spread and I was slowly humping the air
in front of me as I took money and made change. Smiling,
chatting, all the while being touched in the most intimate
way. About halfway through the line, I realized that
I was going to cum before they had all bought their
tickets. The realization that I couldn't get to the
controls for the dildo made it even more exciting. Even
a little worrying, since I'm used to being able to
stop when I want to.

I started hurrying the people along, not making smalltalk
when I could avoid it. I was getting closer and closer
with each ticket sold, and I was having trouble
keeping my voice even. As the last couple stepped up,
it was all I could do not to tremble and shudder
in front of them. I was right on the verge, and I just
wanted to lie down on the floor and scream my release.
I had been holding the orgasm back by sheer force of
will for what seemed like hours. Fortunately, they were
older and not very observant. They took their tickets
and turned away, and as I swept their money into the
collection box I began to convulse against the counter.
I was cumming harder than I had cum all day, and I
couldn't do much to control it. I heard a long low
moan escape me as a gut-clenching spasm took me,
and I staggered back against the stool to keep
from collapsing. I stole a quick glance up to see if
anyone was outside the booth, and thank God nobody
was there. Another wave hit me, and I doubled over
again, grunting with the intensity of the pleasure
that came with it. Another wave, and I felt a gush
of my juices pour out of me. My whole body was shaking,
then contracting, then shaking, then contracting.
Every time the dildo rotated against my g-spot,
another flash of intense pleasure hit me. It was
too much, even for me. I began fumbling madly through
the thin fabric of my tights, trying to turn the
dildo off. I remember wondering what would happen
if I turned the clit vibe on -if I would pass out
or explode. Another spasm passed through me, and
I gasped in ecstasy. I finally found the slider on
the controller and managed to shut the dildo off.
Even with the dildo off, the contractions continued
to come every few seconds. I just sat on the stool
trying to catch my breath. Once again, I was shaking
all over. This time from exhaustion. It was probably
a minute before I looked up again.

The goth girl was standing outside the booth, watching
me. She looked like she had been there for a while.
I looked back at her with resignation. She stopped
chewing her gum for a moment.

"Were you just cumming?"

What a question. What could I say? She had undoubtedly
seen at least some of it. I nodded.

"It looked like a good one."

She smiled and glanced down between my legs. I was sitting
on the stool, with my legs spread because of the dildo. I
had forgotten to try to hide it. You could definitely
make out the outline of something unnatural there. Not to
mention the huge wet spot.

I self-consciously tried to close my legs, and say something
rational sounding, but she stopped me.

"Don't be embarassed. Look."

And she help her hand up. She was holding a remote control
that looked suspiciously like the one on my dolphin. The
wire ran up her long sleeve, and down into her dress.

As I watched, she flicked the slider up to high and a slight
tremor ran through her. She bit her lower lip, obviously
aroused, and looked up at me.

"See you around."

I watched her as she walked slowly, dreamily, back toward
her friends, stopping for no reason every now and then.



   -Lisa (lisa_toys@hotmail.com)

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