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From: Angelique Rich <angelique.rich@gmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Excitement in the mall (mast)
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Date: Fri, 31 Jul 2009 09:10:02 -0400
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Writing the two parts of "Amsterdam surprise" tickled my own
exhibitionist tendencies and I decided to go to the mall nearby to
live it out.  I decided to wear a pair of benwa balls. I love the love
balls, they give me enough stimulation to keep me hot and bothered,
and if I'm really getting excited, they can even make me cum nicely
without touching myelf. I also took my netbook with me to take notes
how I could develop the Amsterdam story further. I sat down in the
Starbucks of the mall and ordered myself a tall cappuccino and started
to think about the story and its characters.  

The good thing about the benwa balls is, that they are completly
silent. No one will suspect that something "inappropriate" is going
on, at least as long as i manage to remain silent. I squeezed my pc
muscles and soon felt the familiar sensation of them moving in me,
clicking together, caressing my walls. I admit, I got wet - well, that
was the idea about wearing then - and I started to look at the people
in the shop and the mall. Housewives, doing chores, teenagers spending
their allowance, a few business men 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 arousal gradually started to
change into a need.

I was breathing a bit faster, feeling my face getting a bit hot and I
knew  that light pink flush started to cover my chest. I reached the
point where I didn't need to concentrate much to have my pussy tighten
and make them move and I was glad I was wearing tight cotton panties
that would capture the moisture I felt building. I noticed a woman,
maybe in her early thirties look over at me occasionally, and I
realized she could see from her place my tiny movements when I
squeezed the balls in me. The idea she might  get suspicious that
something was going on sent a rush of excitement and embarrassment
through me, making me squeeze hard on the balls, causing one to be
pressed against the entrance of my womb and the other push on my
gspot, the sensations so strong I had to fight the urge to reach
between my legs. Glancing over at her from the corner of my eyes, I
saw her still look at me, not openly but still... and I tried breathed
deeply and tried to relax.

I wondered what she would be thinking if she knew I was secretly
pleasing myself in public. Would she think I'm a pervert? Or enjoy it,
maybe secretly get excited as well? I wondered if she was bi or
even.... and glanced over at her. She wasn't what you would call a
beauty, she didn't wear make up and her figure showed she was not
spending much time in the gym, but she had quite large breasts bidden
under her tshirt, breasts that were supported by an old fashioned,
conservative bra that was clearly outlined under her top. 

She stopped looking and was drinking her coffee, reading a magazine
and I tried to concentrate on my story again. I squeezed the balls
again, making them move every few seconds and felt how my pussy
started to do it on its own.. 

Squeeze... relax... squeeze... mm it presses on that spot again.. a
harder squeeze ... I breathed harder, feeling my wetness had reached
my panties.. a man walking by, smiling at me.. mmmm if he knew..
squeeze... I felt almost feverish now and glanced at the woman again,
only to see her place was empty now. I realize my legs move slightly
every time I squeeze my pussy and I know I need to cum. I imagine the
woman to be between  my legs, licking me and the mental picture is so
strong, I have a hard time not to moan. 

I close my netbook and stand up, I didn't wanted to wait any longer
and went to the toilet. The boy at the desk looks after me as I walk
by and I briefly wonder what he would do if he knew what I was up to.
I felt the balls move in me as I walk and I'm glad I wear panties as
it kept them from dropping as my pussy squeezes them again without my
will.

I enter the toilet, one stall is occupied and I slip into the other
one, I wait a moment, unsure if I should wait until the other person
is gone, but then idea of doing it while an unknown stranger sits next
to me, separated only by a thin wall gets me and I squeeze the balls.
I concentrate on the feelings in me. 

The warmth on my breasts... the need of my clit, begging to be
touched... squeeze.... the warmth building in me.. squeeze... I caress
my legs, feel my breath quicken and try to be quiet... squeeze....
lightly touching my panties, hearing a gasp, my gasp. My pussy has a
live on its own now, making love to the balls in it and I lean back
with my eyes closed. I feel the lovemaking in my pussy quicken..
gently... god, its up at my end again... my hands cup my breasts
through my cloths, squeezing them lightly, then harder... I hear the
rustling of cloths in the stall next to me, as the person gets up, but
I'm beyond caring as the squeezing of my pussy turns into warm waves
that engulf my body and then into spasms that make me tense and inhale
sharply, biting my lower lip in an almost successful attempt to remain
quiet.

I sit on the toilet, feeling my breath slowly getting back to normal
as the toilet door opens and closes and I feel the wonderful rush of
being almost caught as I wonder if the woman next door realized what
went just on.

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you think I could do better

angelique.rich at gmail.com

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