Why I love public masturbation
You may have the impression that women don’t like to masturbate, that we regard such things as dirty or seedy or beneath us. If you have that impression, then that is because we prefer you to think that’s the case. But the reality…well, that is very different.
There may be some girls who never touch themselves, but they, presumably, are nuns. For the rest of us, masturbation is the most reliable route to pleasure. I’ve been doing it for as long as I can remember. While I was at college, I once spent a whole weekend just lying in bed, stroking and fingering my pussy, fucking myself with a dildo while I teased orgasm after orgasm after orgasm out of my body. It was the easiest and most enjoyable workout possible!
And in case you’re wondering, yes I have an active sex life. Getting dates isn’t a problem. I’m a senior manager in a very successful company, a position I achieved with hard work, dedication and a willingness to pander to the insecurities of older men. At the age of 32, I am wealthy, successful, fit, attractive and sexually fulfilled.
Well, almost sexually fulfilled.
Sex is great, of course, and a beautiful expression of intimacy. But I have never met a man who can make me orgasm as majestically as I can, who can make me cum over and over and over in a gushing, writhing torrent of ecstasy.
Of course, human nature being what it is, masturbation alone long ago ceased to be enough. By the time I was in my mid-twenties I had developed a particular masturbation fetish that made me feel all gooey and sticky just thinking about it.
Sex in public, with the risk of being caught, never appealed to me. But masturbating in public was quite a different idea. I don’t know what it was that turned me on about the thought of being seen stroking and fingering myself to orgasm by strangers. Perhaps it was the fact that it was something that girls were not supposed to do. Perhaps it was the attention. Perhaps I was a secret exhibitionist. I am not sure, but what I did know was that, no matter how long I supressed it for, no matter how buttoned-up and in-control I appeared to the outside world, there was a part of me that longed to touch myself in public, and I knew that, sooner or later, I would give in to it.
* * * * *
It had been a busy month at the company, and I was looking forward to spending a little quality time with my old schoolfriend, Marie. She had set up a little shop somewhere on the coast and was anxious for me to see it. A week by the sea, doing absolutely nothing, sounded idyllic to me.
When I arrived at the place, it was quite a shock. Marie’s shop was in a particularly seedy part of town, not too far from the docks. It was an appropriate place for this particular retail outlet because Marie’s new business was called ‘The Pink Flower’. It was a neat and clean shop, with a pretty pink sign above the window, and relatively discreet branding, but it was, after all, a sex shop.
As I hesitated in my car, wondering whether I should head back to the city, Marie texted me. She told me to park around the back if I was worried about being seen going in, and with some relief, I pulled into space at the rear. It was lovely to see Marie again and despite the seediness of the shop, I had to admit that her flat above it was beautifully decorated.
“I have to stay here six months until my house is finished,” she said, pouring me another glass of wine, which I was happy to accept.
“But I mean, really Marie, a sex shop?”
“I mean, it’s just so, I don’t know, seedy?”
“It depends. For one thing we don’t call them sex shops. This is an adult emporium.”
“Well of course, that’s good business, but however you brand it, it is still a place for seedy old men and desperate young virgins.”
“You’d be surprised,” she replied, sipping her wine, “About half my clientele are female.”
“Yes. It’s become a sort of safe space for women who want to, you know, express themselves a little. Explore their fantasies.”
She had said the magic word. Immediately I felt flush and my mind began to race.
“That sounds…interesting,” I said.
“Oh, it can be very interesting. For instance, I’ve started holding regular sessions for women who like to indulge themselves, you know, publicly.”
“Publicly?” I said, trying to supress the wild thoughts that were surging through my brain.
“Yeah. Last week it was a woman whose fantasy was to fuck her husband while a crowd of strangers watched. I made it happen for her. She loved it.”
“Wow,” I said, “That sounds…incredible.”
“More wine,” she said, not waiting for me to agree. I took a greedy gulp of the Merlot, knowing that I was getting close to confessing.
“So, what’s your secret fantasy?”
I looked at her, wide-eyed. I took another gulp. I was feeling giddy and a little reckless. I put down the glass, smiled nervously, and then I confessed. All of it. About how often I touched myself, how incredible my masturbation orgasms were, and above all, about how I longed to do it in public, to show my body, to show my pleasure, my intense self-pleasure.
Marie listened with a slight smile. When I had finished, she put down her glass and rested her hand on mine.
“Oh honey. Let’s make that happen.”
* * * *
Twenty-four hours later, I stood in Marie’s bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. I looked good. My make-up was perfect, my hair immaculate, and my toned figure was perfectly showcased by the black leather basque that Marie had found for me. I was trembling slightly, but nerves had always spurred me on in my career and I wasn’t going to back down now. This was it.
There was a knock on the door.
“They’re ready for you,” said Marie, softly.
I swallowed hard and opened the door.
Marie led me down the stairs and into a backroom that was set up like a mini stage.
“Just enjoy yourself,” she said. “I will be around to make sure you’re safe.”
I took a deep breath and walked, bare footed onto the stage.
The room was full. There were thirty, maybe forty people there and they broke out into applause as I walked to the black leather chair in the centre of the stage.
And that was the moment that something clicked in me. I had always responded well to being in public, giving speeches and presentations and I slipped easily into my work persona. Only this time, it was all about me and my pleasure.
I sat on the chair and ran my fingers over my basque, across my stomach and up to my breasts. I closed my eyes at the same time and heard murmurs of approval from the crowd. Standing up, I turned my back on the crowd and slowly began to unlace the basque. As it fell from my shoulders, there was more murmuring and a little clapping.
My heart racing, I turned and let the basque fall to the floor. I was totally naked in front of a room full of strangers, the cool air playing across my hardened nipples. The crowd loved it, clapping and encouraging me. I felt dizzy and intoxicated and I wanted more.
Sitting on the chair, I opened my legs slowly, wider and wider, until I was spread-eagled on the chair, my pussy on display. As I stared back over the heads of the crowd, I reached down and began to touch myself. At my first touch, shivers of pleasure washed over me and my body twitched. I licked my finger and then began to tease my clit. It felt incredible. Pleasure and joy flushed me as I frantically fingered my swelling clit and the audience began to cheer again. I slipped a finger into my pussy, then another and began to fuck myself, using my other hand to stimulate my clit.
I was so wet, and so horny. I lifted my legs up wide, hunching up on the chair, offering my pussy to the world. I wanted them to see everything, to see how wet I was, to see how hot my pussy was, to see my naughty public pleasure. As the first waves of my orgasm began to build, I reached up and squeezed my nipple hard, making me yell out. The crowd loved it, cheering me and encouraging me, shouting for more. I slipped a third finger into my pussy and was now masturbating so hard I could barely feel my pussy any more, I was numb with pleasure and the overwhelming joy of it and as I lay back, wanting the world to see my nakedness, to see how wet I was, my whole body convulsed and I let out a deep, guttural animal scream that echoed from the roof and the walls of that room as I came over and over again to the cheers and roars of the audience.
I was so exhausted by my orgasm that Marie had to lead me off, draped in a silk robe, but she asked the audience to show their appreciation. As I left the stage, in a bliss coma, I could hear them cheering.
“Did…did they like it,” I muttered.
“Oh yeah!” said Marie, “They liked it.”
“Thank you,” I said, “I loved it.”
“I’m glad. Because you’re on again tomorrow.”
I smiled. Business was fun. I had a lot of money and had fulfilled my ambitions. But nothing, nothing compared to the sheer elation of sitting naked on a stage, fucking myself in front of an eager audience. And I knew right then, that I would be spending a lot more time at Marie’s emporium.