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(posted for one of my favorite playmates...)

(c) 1998 Lisa And Her Toys. 

Hi, my name is Lisa and one of my favorite pastimes is reading 
the stories in these newgroups while I'm at work. For as long
as I can remember, I've just loved the feeling of being wet 
and aroused in front of people without them knowing it. Something
about the naughtiness of being in that heightened state, 
imagining a tongue between my legs, sneaking my hand under my
skirt, while in plain view of a couple dozen people walking by 
makes the inevitable orgasm so much more intense.

I'm 25, very fit, and run a sportswear store at the mall - first
floor, over by the starbucks and the book store. It's one of 
the ones where the sales associates all wear the same athletic 
uniform.  In our store, it changes from week to week, and I'm 
the one who decides. Given my other fetishes, it often includes
spandex or tight nylon in one form or another. :-)  I've got
a small workspace off to the side of the cash registers, where 
I handle the usual day to day stuff that keeps a retail store
moving. I've also got an ISDN line to the net, and that's 
where I get my fix of erotica whenever the mood strikes. And,
the mood is pretty much always striking.

>From my desk, I look out over the main aisle of the store, which
is also over the lines to the cash registers. Distance-wise, if
someone is at the cash register, they're not more than 10 feet
away. When I took over the store, I managed to arrange the desk
and filing cabinets such that there isn't really a clear line of
view below, say, my breasts unless you're standing directly in 
front of the desk. It's a great arrangement for someone like
me. Being pretty much constantly turned on by all the mental 
imagery from the net, and with all the shapely young bodies 
(male and female) that come in to the store walking right by
me - not to mention Alison and Martina, my two young spandex-clad
sales associates, I'm nearly always craving some, shall we
say, stimulation.

It used to be that when I'd get wet and aroused enough, and
sitting behind the desk flexing my things together wasn't
enough, I'd wait until the girls were busy with customers
and I'd head to the stockroom in the back of the store. The
stockroom is separated from the store by a set of dark curtains.
When the lights are off in the stockroom, anyone standing behind
the curtains can see into the store, but not the other way around.
I'd walk casually into the stockroom, wait until the curtains
stopped swinging, and then stand behind them masturbating
myself into a frenzy. From that vantage point, there's a clear
view of almost the whole main area, and I could see when Alison
or Martina might be coming my way. I'd slight my hand under the
waistband of my running shorts or whatever I was wearing, 
and let my fingers luxuriate in the puffy slickness between my
legs. I can make myself cum in under a minute when I'm really
turned on, and I had many wonderful climaxes standing there
ogling the curves of Alison's body, or the face of someone
browsing through the sports bras.  I just loved the rush it
gave me to experiencing that kind of wicked sensation, to
be doing something so primal and base, in what felt like plain 
view of a store full of people. The most intense climaxes I
remember were the ones when there was a customer standing an
arms length away, just on the other side of the curtain.

Alison always wondered why I kept a box of handi-wipes on
the shelf in there. :-)

That was my routine for months and, needless to say, I loved
coming to work. These little episodes fed my fantasies at
home, too. I replay them again and again in my head while
lazily stroking myself to a climax. It got so that just
thinking about what the day might bring while on the way 
to work meant that I'd arrive already hot.

Then one day events conspired against me, or rather - they
conspired to push me to the next level of my fetish. 

I was reading Ramapo's Heather series in alt.sex.stories,
and was _incredibly_ turned on.  It was the scene where
a woman is demonstrating a wearable vibrator by walking 
around a room full of women, slowly being driven to an
orgasm. She finally stops and leans against a chair and
the whole room watches as she arches her back in pleasure
and cums. It's a very exciting scene for me. Anyway, I
had just read this, and couldn't stand it anymore. I just
HAD to get some relief. Unfortunately, when I looked up,
Alison was just going in to the stockroom with a stack
of running shoes, and there was a young woman clearly
waiting for her return. It looked like they were going
to be there for a while. And Martina, young lithe Martina,
was bending over in her nylon running pants, showing
me every contour oh her beautiful rear end, straightening
out a display. Oof. I couldn't wait any longer.
There were no other customers in the store, no one was
looking at me, and I was so aroused I was squishy. I'd
often snuck my hands between my legs while at my desk,
but I'd never actually gone as far as getting myself off.

I sat back in my chair a little, and spread my legs 
under my desk as wide as they'd go. I reached down and
started massaging the tight nylon triangle between
my legs. The running pants were very thin, and every
stroke was like a little electrical current runing 
through me. Spreading my legs wide kept the nylon taught,
and I could feel the contours of my sex beneath it. 
I was already on the verge of soaking through them - 
thank God they were black!  Some more customers had
wandered in, but I didn't care.

So, there I was. Sitting in the store. Looking, from the
desktop up, like someone concentrating on their computer.
Beneath the desk, though, was another story. My hand
was under my waistband, and my middle finger was flying
little figure-eights around my clit. My hips were pumping,
and my knees were pressed against the sides of the 
desk. I just wanted to close my eyes, throw back my head,
and roll with it - but I couldn't. There were people
not 20 feet away. It was my first true public orgasm,
and it was awesome - a deluge of pleasure washing over
me, my legs locked out as straight as they could go, hips
spasming wildly. I couldn't stop myself from shuddering
when I came, but I know I didn't make a sound. 

As the intensity tapered off, I looked around again. Alison 
was still helping the woman find a pair of shoes. Two more
customers had come in, and Martina was still tweaking the
shirt display. And I was feeling mostly sated and 
deliciously wicked.

As the weeks went by, I got progressively better and 
better at controlling the little shudders and shakes, 
sighs, moans, groans, and sharp intakes that accompanied
my illicit orgasms. I became an expert at cumming two or
three times in a row, with people browsing the racks just
a few feet away. There's nothing like being at the tail
end of a mind shaking orgasm, still feeling the little 
aftershocks and spasms, little waves of pleasure, and
having some knockout young man or woman come up and ask
you something. Well, actually, there is...

As I've mentioned, I'm a fan of masturbation in all its
forms. As such, I'm no stranger to vibrators and dildos.
A while back, a girlfriend of mine (who knows my little
work secret, btw) gave me one of the micro joni's butterfly
vibrators. I had had the older, larger one. But this one
was small. The motor on it was just a tiny little thing,
probably smaller than the diameter of a quarter - and, man,
does it buzz! The best part, though, is that it's MUCH
quieter than my full-size older one. I'd always wanted
to try wearing the older one in public, but I figured
it'd be too easy to hear.

Once I tried this little gem on, though, I knew I had
to wear it to work. Just to see. 

The next day I put on my panties, the butterfly, some
tight spandex shorts, and then some running shorts over
those. The spandex shorts were wonderfully clingy, and
held the butterfly against my clit with just the right
amount of pressure. Because the spandex was so thin,
you could make out the outline of the butterfly if you
happened to look between my legs (as I know people 
will do!) and so the loose running shorts were there for
concealment. I also had the battery pack/remote control
to deal with, which I ended up just tucking it into
the spandex on my hip, and the running shorts hid that
well, too. 

As soon as I was dressed, I turned the butterfly on
low. I can't describe how incredibly _sexual_ I felt. The
stimulation was gentle, yet amazingly erotic because 
it was being done _to_ me and not by me. Wanting to savor
the feeling, I turned it off for the drive to work, but
turned it on again before getting out of the car.

I walked into the mall in slow motion. Dozens of people
were going in and out, setting up their booths and
displays, sipping coffee and chatting with eachother.
Fellow store owners said hello.  People brushed by me left
and right. I watched as two young guys checked me out
from head to toe. Little did they know that this sexy 
young womand walking by was being stimulated in the
most intimate matter. I was probably emitting sex-waves. :-)
It was an incredible experience. Walking through the mall,
slowly climbing higher and higher, little sparks of
pleasure travelling from my clit to my breasts to my
brain and back. About mid way through the mall, I noticed
that I was walking slower. And a little funny. Kind of
stiff legged. Gyrating and pushing my hips slightly. I 
was a lot closer to cumming than I'd realized, and I
couldn't reach into my shorts to reach the control. I
wasn't going to make it to my store. I wasn't going to
get to the safety of my desk. I was going to cum my brains
out, and it was going to be just past the main entrance 
to Macy's. 

There was one of those information kiosks to my left,
you know, with a big map of the mall on it and the You Are
Here arrow. There were a couple of high school kids 
and their mom studying it. I was so close to cumming
that I was trembling. I managed to turn toward the
Macy's window and pretend to look at the display, but I
wasn't used to controlling my lower half when I came,
and it was all I could do to keep from spreading my legs
and standing there like I was straddling a horse. My hips
seemed to have a life of their own, twitching against 
the incessant buzzing of the vibrator. I hoped nobody
was watching that intently, and at the same time it was
incredibly erotic to know that they could be and I had
to keep control. It was one of those moments, those magic
moments, just before you have an incredibly satisfying 
orgasm. Time seems to stop and you hang on the brink
of release, and then, almost as spectator, you go over.

And, just like that, it happened.  I was concentrating on
the building pressure between my legs, trying to keep my
hips as still as I could, when I felt my body tense I
and the hot rush of pleasure. I came with a shudder, and 
a bit of a gasp. And since the vibrator didn't know or 
care about this, it kept right on playing with my clit,
prolonging the intense intial spasms of ecstasy, and
keeping the waves of pleasure from subsiding entirely.
I was still standing there recuperating, still spasming
gently every few seconds when I realized that one of 
the kids had walked over from the map and was trying 
to get my attention.

The family, it seems, couldn't figure out where the 
book store was. 

As disconcerted as I was, I told them that I was heading
that way and they could walk with me. Silly, of course,
because I was still having mini orgasms every few seconds
from my gently buzzing friend.

And, naturally, the mom was making smalltalk as we 
wound our way across the mall. I nodded and smiled
and tried not to shudder or gasp as we walked. Dozens
of people walked by. Some saw me and some didn't. But
there I was, reveling in the waves of the naughtiest of
pleasures. Right before their eyes.

I loved it. 

 -Lisa (lisa_toys@hotmail.com)

p.s. Let me know if you liked this story! 
     And, women, the butterfly I love so much is available
     everywhere now! Wait 'til you here my stories about
     the radio controlled one. Mmm. :-)







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