Back in November, before corona screwed with our travel plans, I was travelling long distance via train, bored lonely and extremely horney.
I had a window seat and was reading an erotica on my phone with my jacket on my lap getting more and more turned on by the minute. I realised that I was subconsciously moving my free hand over my happy button on my jeans since it was hidden by my jacket.
By this time I was incredibly horney and this gave me an idea. I looked at the elderly lady on the seat beside me and noticed she was fast asleep and snoring softly. I picked up my jacket and wore it like a blanket. Since it was a long jacket, it covered me from my shoulders to my knees giving me enough room to execute my plan.
I got comfortable in my seat and unzipped my jeans slowly without making any sound sudden movements. One hand I slid into my panties, to play with my clit and the other to my breasts, slowly and softly rubbing my nipples. I kept playing with myself with my eyes closed, giving into the pleasure of touching myself in public for quite some time. I would open my eyes occasionally to check if I had been caught. The sensations were exquisite and I was getting wet like nobody’s business.
I felt something was missing, I needed something more than my fingers in my pussy. But since I was carrying neither a dildo nor a vibrator, I had to improvise. I wiped my fingers on my panties, took my hands out and opened my bag to look for a “tool” that I could use. I took out a few long lipsticks and stuff and kept them in my jean pocket. Wore the jacket as before and got back to business. Slowly, one by one, in went the lipsticks, while I rubbed my clit with my juices, as quietly as I could.
This, I thought should be travel ritual, it felt so good. Each time I was close, I would stop and cool myself down by playing on my mobile. Then when I started again I would be even more turned on. Slowly it was getting harder and harder to keep quiet or moving my body in an obvious manner. Denying myself any orgasm, I had built up tention to the hilt. Eventually, when I thought the cost was clear, I allowed myself to come. I arched my back and a small whimper escaped my mouth.
A guy moving through the aile probability noticed what was happening and luckily hurried down avoiding me any embarassment. The people around me would have smelled my arousal by now, but I was past caring about it. While I came down, I had a small post orgasm guilt filled panic attack as I realised what a dangerous thing I had done. But since it was already done, I decided to enjoy the sensations.
I cleaned my fingers once again, zipped myself up and got off the train with all the “tools” still inside, rubbing against each other in my pussy, and a wet spot on my jeans with all the juices that flowed out and probably smelling like cum too
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hko4dq/i_f_masterbated_in_a_train