I love to make myself come in risky places. Some days I wake up and I can’t think about anything else. The best days to feel like that are when I need to run errands or go shopping, because I always challenge myself to make myself come in every place I go to. The last time this happened I needed to go buy myself some new clothes for the upcoming semester, which was perfect!

When I had an armful of clothes I went into the changing room and tried them all on. There were a few pieces that were exactly what I was looking for, and it didn’t take me very long to figure out what I wanted and what I didn’t. Then, instead of getting dressed in my own clothes again I sat on the stool in the dressing room in my panties, and started running my hands all over my body.

I traced my fingers up and down my arms, over my stomach, and pinched at the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Everything sent heat straight down between my legs, and the naughtiness of being in a public place made everything even more heightened. I slid my hands up so that I could grope at my own tits, rubbing my fingers gently over my nipples and then pinching them. The sting of that made my pussy start dripping, I was so turned on.

Finally I let my hands wander down and play over my hipbones, then dip under the elastic waistband of my underwear. When my fingers touched my pussy I jumped, and I had to bite my lip to stop from moaning out loud. I circled my fingers just inside of my entrance, lighting up all the nerves there, and then started to rub at my clit.

I knew that it wouldn’t take me very long to come with how aroused I was trying to be quiet so that no one would catch me. I used two fingers to rub circles onto my clit, and my orgasm started to build in my abdomen, heat emanating from my pussy. I used my other hand to pull my panties to the side and started fucking into myself with my fingers. I was able to fit three in right away with how wet I was, and the stretch of it made my toes curl.

I started to rub myself harder, faster, and fuck myself in the same rhythm. I could feel the coil pulling tighter and tighter inside of me, and when I exploded, covering my fingers in my juices, my whole body was shaking. I fucked myself through my climax, the aftershocks spearing through me almost as strongly as the orgasm itself.

I had to lick the evidence of my orgasm off of my fingers when I was done, and then got dressed and bought my new clothes like nothing happened. Was it my imagination, or was I getting some looks from some of the employees? Maybe some of them had heard me, even though I tried so hard to keep myself quiet. But that’s all part of the fun when I play with myself in public.