Hello everyone who reads me!
Last week, I described a case that happened to me in a store. I am still impressed by what I saw. Even once I went there hoping to see this man again, but alas, he was no more. But the excitement that I experienced then, I carefully cherished all week. And every day it only strengthened and intensified. Until I could not carry it in myself.
Today I am alone and decided to test myself in the place of a man. Gathered, dressed, and most importantly decided. It was noon and there were enough people in the store and in the department. I was scared ... and if it were not for the excitement I would not have dared.

Choosing a pair of blouses, I went to the fitting room. She slid the curtain and began to undress. Excitement and fear shook my fingers. I took off my coat ... unbuckled my blouse ... took it off ... then pulled off my skirt. Remained in boots ... stockings ... shorts and bra. I examined myself in the mirror. And I'm still very nothing! The legs in boots and stockings still look quite ... not for nothing men stare at them in the subway. Full breasts slightly protruding from the cups of the bra, slightly appearing nipples.

Well ... the time has come to decide ... or or ... and I decided. I unzipped the bra clasp ... removed it. The breasts, feeling the freedom and coolness, whined pleasantly, stretching the circles of the nipples. Lifting their hands, I spun in front of a mirror. Pleasant languor flowed to the bottom gathering under the panties. Running my rubber fingers, I bent down and pulled them down. I took off the panties and there were voices behind the curtain. A woman was discussing with a man the size of a blouse. They stopped at the next booth. But now the desire simply flowed out of me. I didn’t care ... Putting my foot on a stool, I turned to the mirror. I considered myself. Full breasts with protruding nipples ... tummy ... pubis with neatly trimmed hairs and a swollen slit. Lips swelled and parted to the sides opening the entrance to the pussy. What I am good ...

Putting my hands on the pubis, I expanded the entrance ... now in the mirror my pussy was visible in all its glory. Swollen red lips drooped a little, covering behind a vagina ... a brilliant swollen pea of ​​the clitoris ... Where are you men ... look at me ... masturbate at me ... I closed my eyes and tickled my pen with my fingers. I imagined that I was standing on the stage and dozens of excited eyes devoutly devoured me ... Mmmmmmm ... my fingers moved ... I stuck my lower abdomen with my hips ... I masturbated! With the fingers of one hand I stretched my lips, and with the fingers of the second I twisted the clitoris ... Bliss !!! ... My legs buckled and I turned around and plopped my booty on a stool ... Now I was reclining to the entrance to the booth with my legs spread wide and I didn't give a damn about talking behind the curtain ... at children's voices ... I FINISHED !!! The orgasm was indescribable ... he broke me all ... When I woke up, I didn't care if anyone saw me or not ... Something like putting my overcoat on my bare body and stuffing my clothes in a bag I went home ... So and I do not know who saw my hooliganism or not.

I came ... I got drunk on hot tea and fell asleep ... Now I can’t believe that I did it ... I lay naked in bed and poke my finger on the keyboard ... trying to gather thoughts that were broken by an orgasm. Sloppy turns ...