Open Masturbation

Hi Solotouch! My name is Sally, I'm 26 years old, bisexual and I have a HUGE exhibitionism kink. I love exposing myself in public and masturbating somewhere where I might get caught. The riskier the better!

Almost every day at some point or another I secretly get off around other people, whether by squeezing my legs together just right or, if I'm feeling particularly daring, by slyly rubbing my clit or nipples through my clothes. But my absolute favourite times are the rare moments when I throw caution to the wind and just openly touch myself, in a way that there would be no hiding if someone were to see. I have actually gotten myself caught a few times this way, but luckily never got in any real trouble. Those times are my favourite memories to think back on when I masturbate.

The most recent time I got caught was super hot because I think the girl who caught me got turned on too. It was a mild fall afternoon, at the time of year when the leaves have changed colour but are mostly still hanging on to their trees. I had been taking a walk through some woody trails in a local park and stopped to sit on a bench and rest for a while. I sat back, enjoying the cool breeze on my face and the beautiful colours being thrown by the sunlight filtering through the canopy and without even thinking about it at first started moving my legs back and forth and slowly squeezing my thighs together.

Before long I realized I was wet. I stopped and, after a quick check to make sure there was nobody coming down the path, inspected the damage. I was wearing a mid-thigh length skirt with just a pair of panties under it that day. I had also worn a long jacket, just long enough that if I stand straight up the skirt is hidden and it looks like I could be wearing nothing underneath the jacket (which is something I've experimented with before, but that's for a different story). With the jacket opened up, I lifted my skirt and took a look between my legs. There was wet patch about the size of a Zippo lighter where my wetness had leaked out from between my lips, staining the sky blue cotton of my panties a darker shade. I wanted to make the spot bigger.

I pressed my index finger into the center of the wet spot and then pressed my thighs back together, with my right hand buried deep so I could rub my labia and clit. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander to dirty thoughts, images of me shamelessly fucking myself with people watching, fantasy and memory mixing together as I carelessly indulged in my self-pleasuring. The bench was in a fairly well hidden spot, a decent walk down the path from either end. Behind me was dense woods and in front a high rock face, so I really only had to worry about people coming down the path, and my open jacket blocked the view from the sides enough that they would probably have to be pretty close to see what I was doing. As my arousal and the wet patch on my panties grew, I decided to take advantage of my seclusion and go all the way. I needed to cum, and this bench seemed like the perfect place to do it.

I opened my legs up once more, the entire gusset of my panties and a good patch at the front now soaked in my juices. I slipped off the panties and wrapped them in a couple tissues so I could put them in my purse, then bunched my skirt up, spread my legs wide, and went to work. The feeling of the smooth wood on my bare ass turned me on so much, and as I scooped up my juice on my fingers to spread it all over my clit, plenty more leaked out of my hole and dripped down onto the wood. I began rapidly circling my clit with my finger, taking quick glances both ways down the path every so often before throwing my head back and closing my eyes again to let the waves of pleasure wash over me.

I'm not sure how long I flicked my bean in that forest. I often lose track of time when I masturbate, wasting entire hours and then only noticing when either I finish or something snaps me out of my horniness back into reality. This time both happened. As I felt a big orgasm approaching, I stretched my whole body out, pressing my back against the bench and thrusting my hips up off it, and rubbed my hard clit as fast as I could. Climax became inevitable. I stopped moving my hand, tensed all my muscles, and with my head still thrown back, opened my eyes and-

I was looking right at someone's face. Twenty feet up, standing on top of the rocks in front of me, was a girl, looking maybe a few years younger than me, looking straight at me having the time of my life. Oh my god! I had totally forgotten the top of the rock formation in front of me was flat, and sometimes hikers would climb up the rocks further down the path and walk along the top as a shortcut. This whole time I had never even looked up there! I wonder how long she was watching for...

The girl had skin the colour of milky coffee and shoulder length straightened black hair. She wore grey yoga pants, a black jacket she had closed and hiking boots. I didn't know her. I noticed her as my orgasm was already starting, there was no stopping it. I began squirting, spraying a few gushes a good two feet onto the path in front of me and dripping tons of liquid through the slats of the bench. The girl's expression looked shocked, but not disgusted or offended. I made eye contact with her for my entire orgasm. Then, without looking away from me or changing her expression, one of her hands went down and wrapped around her crotch.

And then she was gone. Slipping away as I slid into a heavenly afterglow. I sat on that bench for a long time--probably too long to be honest, I'm surprised no one came down the path and caught me with my dripping wet pussy out--before wiping the juices off my vulva and legs and standing up. I put my skirt down, smoothed it out, and set off down the path back to my car with no panties on, enjoying the feeling of the cool fall air on my sensitive pussy. I could feel my post-orgasm juices slicking up my lips, and probably leaking out a bit. I walked past a lot of people on my way back. Hope none of them noticed me dripping.

I think about that girl that saw me a lot. I never saw her again after that, but I wonder what would happen if I did. I imagine running into her at a bar, making that same eye contact from a distance. I'd go over, properly introduce myself, then ask if she enjoyed that show I gave her way back when. Then find out if she was interested in doing more than just watching.

Realistically if I ever saw her at a bar I'd probably chicken out. As bold as I can be with my masturbation, actually talking to people is not my strong suit. I'd rather masturbate to orgasm in front of a roomful of people than have to actually go up and introduce myself to them.

I'm so glad to finally get a story up here, hopefully the first of many! Hope you enjoyed and would love your feedback!

-Sally