Excitement in the mall

I decided to go to the mall nearby to live my fantasy. I decided to use a couple of Ben Wa's balls. I love the love balls, they give me enough stimulation to keep me warm and upset, and if I'm really getting excited, they can even make me nice cum without touching myself. I also took my netbook with me to take note of how I could develop the history of Amsterdam. I sat at the Starbucks at the mall and asked for a tall cappuccino and started thinking about the story and its characters.

The good thing about Ben Wa's balls is they're completely silent. No one will suspect that something "inappropriate" is happening, at least as long as I can remain silent. I pressed my pelvic muscles and soon felt the familiar feeling that they moved on me, clicking together, caressing my walls. I admit, I got wet - well, that was the idea to use it then - and I started looking at people in the store and the mall. The housewives, doing homework, the teenagers spending their allowance, some businessmen and none of them knew I was sitting there, having the outline of an erotic story on my screen and working myself to a state where the excitement gradually began to change in a need.

I was breathing a little faster, feeling my face was a little hot and I knew that the light pink blush started covering my chest. I got to the point where I didn't need to concentrate much so that my pussy would squeeze and make them move and I was glad to wear tight cotton panties that would capture the moisture I felt building. I realized a woman, maybe in the early 1930s, they look at me from time to time, and I realized I could see from her place my little moves when I pulled the balls on me. The idea that she might suspect that something was going on sent a rush of emotion and shame through me, making me push hard on my balls, making one pressure against the entrance of my belly and the other push at my point G, the sensations so strong that I had to fight the impulse to reach between my legs. Coming over her from the corner of my eyes, I saw her still looking at me, not openly but still... and I tried to breathe deep and I tried to relax.

I was wondering what I was thinking if I knew I liked it in public. You think I'm a pervert? Or enjoy it, maybe secretly get excited too? I was wondering if it was bi or even... and I was looking at it. She wasn't what you would call a beauty, she didn't wear makeup and her figure showed that she didn't spend much time in the gym, but she had quite large breasts bowed under her shirt, breasts that were supported by an old fashion conservative bra that was clearly delineated under her cover.

He stopped looking and he was drinking his coffee, reading a magazine and I tried to focus on my story again. I put the balls back, making them move every few seconds and I felt like my pussy started doing it for itself..

Squeeze... relax... squeeze... mm that press at that point again... a harder squeeze... I breathed harder, feeling my moisture had reached my panties... a man walking, smiling... if I knew... to squeeze... I felt almost feverish now and looked at the woman again, just to see her place was empty now. I realize my legs move slightly every time I squeeze my pussy and I know I have to kidnap. I imagine the woman is between my legs, licking me and the mental image is so strong, I have a hard time not to moan.

I close my notebook and stand, I didn't want to wait any longer and I went to the bathroom. The guy on the desk looks after me as long as it happens and I wonder briefly what I would do if I knew what I was doing. I felt that the balls are moving in me as I walk and I'm glad that I wear panties because I prevented them from falling while my pussy squeezed them again without my will.

I go into the bathroom, one place is busy and I get into the other, I wait a moment, I'm not sure if I should wait until the other person is gone, but then the idea of doing it while a stranger sits next to me, separated only by a thin wall gets me and I squeeze my balls. I focus on feelings in myself.

The warmth in my breasts... the need for my clitoris, begging to be touched... to tighten... the warmth building in me... to tighten... I don't care about my legs, I feel like my breath is speeding up and I try to be quiet... by pressing... by slightly touching my panties, listening to a soda, my soda. My pussy has a life on its own now, making love to the balls in it and I bow back with my eyes closed. I feel like love in my pussy is accelerating... gently... God, go up to my end again... my hands pamper my breasts through my fabrics, tightening them slightly, and then harder... I hear the rustling of fabrics in the stable next to me, as the person gets up, but I'm beyond caring as the tightening of my pussy becomes hot waves that engulf my body and then in spasms that make me tense and inhale sharply, biting my lower lip in an almost successful attempt to stay calm.

I sit in the toilet, feeling my breathing slowly back to normal as the toilet door opens and closes and I feel the wonderful hurry of being almost caught as I wonder if the woman next door realized what happened right in.