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Sia Paylor had finally finished her long week of exams and tests at school. The tests had been easy enough, but some of the questions always seemed so nonsensical to her. What does it matter what brand of tea they drank in one of the books from the long required reading list. She seemed to see through the teachers: “it’s just one of those dumb trick questions which want to make sure all of us are paying attention.” she thought. Her grades were always on the better side of the bell curve, but sometimes she couldn’t answer the “simple” questions the teachers had come up with during their attempts to “help” the students out.
She was thinking that there were more important things she could be doing while sitting in a stuffy classroom, listening to an old teacher explain how vacuums work, only to hear one of her classmates say, in a very proud fashion, that vacuums just suck up all the air around them. She would often daydream after rolling her eyes and think of anything else what was on her mind around that time. Among others, what she should have for dinner, if she should visit her friend Emma on the weekend, or if she should buy the odd shaped toy which is on sale in her favorite e-shop or not. However, she wasn’t sure what exactly those more important things were, which she would be doing instead of sitting here, but she knew that during P.E. class she never had to think about it. Her body had something to do, she could push her limits. It made her feel good as the other girls looked in awe as she ran past them, jumped higher, or did the most reps in class on some exercise. Some looks were those of jealousy too, but she liked those just as much as the admiring ones.
So here she was on a Friday afternoon, finally out of school, on a train to the next city. She was still wearing her school uniform which consisted of a short skirt, a white shirt and a blazer which was stuffed into her backpack and instead had her jacket on, which was left open. It revealed some small outlines on her shirt, and she was standing a bit closer to the edge of the passenger car. Her face was a bit flushed and her neck length, light brown hair had a slight cowlick on its back. She did not sleep much yesterday, because she had tried to do some last-minute studying. Her legs were slightly at shoulder width apart, it made her look very boyish from afar, but there had been a good reason for her standing the way she was. That day she felt like wearing her good-luck panties, which were red and laced, she went with the matching bra for it too, although she wasn’t aware if those had the same powers or not. The train, even though it was Friday, was almost empty. Here and there a few guys sat in business suits, a few children in groups and some woman in business attire which seemed loosened, much like her hair. She was asleep, her face was a nice round shape, her features were easy to tell through the suit. Her skirt was quite long, and she seemed like the person everyone ignores at her company. Or rather someone who seems so average and tries to remain as unnoticed as possible. A grey mouse, if you will.
Sia, even though there were empty seats, was holding on to a rail and sometimes quickly looked up and around the carriage. Her ears had a slight tint of red in them and if one had gone closer, one could have heard a quiet vibrating noise. She bit her lips. There was a small egg-shaped vibrator over her clitoris, taped there with a band-aid which stuck to her mons pubis very well, because she had barely any, or no pubic hair at all. Her knees started shaking gently as the vibrator kept working in her panties. She was close to cumming and kept looking over at the grey mouse. The remote control for the egg vibrator was an app on Sia’s phone, which she pulled out now and put from “medium” to “high” after which she snapped a photo of the sleeping grey mouse too. Slowly, she started pressing her thighs together and moving her hips so as not to attract too much attention. Her ears were a burning red color now and her face had shared much of the same color. She let out a small moan as she finally climaxed and she would’ve shook violently and had drawn attention if she hadn’t held on to the rail and if it hadn’t been covered by the train going over a few uneven rails and obstacles, which made the whole carriage bump and shake.
She felt satisfied for now. She needed some relief after the long week of stress, duties and studying. She had not masturbated since last Sunday and she felt like she wanted to go all out today, because she simply wouldn’t allow the school to take this pleasure from her just because of some “future” she was promised after she finished school.
After the rattling of the train, the grey mouse woke up and Sia sat down facing her. She looked at the flushed girl and smiled, but also had an inkling of worry on her face which she voiced soon after: “Are you all right, little miss? You seem like you have a fever.”
Sia giggled nervously, but she regained her serious face soon after: “Thank you for worrying, but it’s nothing, I’m just a little hot, is all…” and she laughed it off and regained her cool composure. The woman seemed relieved, but so was Sia.
The train had finally arrived in the nearest city and as she stepped onto the platform, she hurried away to the closest public restroom. The signs led her through a few corridors where side by side many restaurant-like shops stood. Hot-dogs, slices of pizza, kebab, sandwiches and even proper meals. She was slightly hypnotized by the many delicious smells her nose picked up as she hurried along. However, there was a more pressing need for her right now. She wanted to put another egg into her vagina and maybe one by her other hole, although she wouldn’t insert it, but just have it there, pressing against her anus. She also felt like she needed to relieve herself after her orgasm from earlier. She stood in front of the walls leading, like a maze, towards the woman’s restroom. She followed the turns, left, then right, then left again into an unexpectedly clean room with half a dozen stalls, hand dryers and what seemed to be a touchless faucet. “Darn, when did our railways get this amount of funding” she muttered as she entered one of the stalls. She quickly washed her hands and entered one of the stalls.
She pulled her panties down and sat down over the toilet seat in a squatting position, as if on skis. “The toilet might look clean and have nice equipment, but I don’t recall there ever being an abundance of personnel for hygiene related work.” she thought. She let out a seemingly long torrent of fluids, to the point she had wondered if she had even drunk so much water today. She shrugged it off and readjusted her little toy over her clitoris. She pulled out two more from her backpack and some more bandaids. She felt she was still wet from cumming earlier, so she took some of the toilet paper and slightly dried the area around her lips. Then she took the second egg shaped vibrator which had a little safety cord attached to it and a belt-like strap which she fixed over her left leg.
Slowly, she pushed the egg to her vagina. Before inserting it, she circled it over the entrance, teasing herself a little. In it went, without much trouble as she gave out a little moan. She looked at her phone and saw that the second egg was registered now as being “in-use”, after turning it on when she took it out of her bag. She also took another look at the photo of the sleeping office lady, whose mouth was slightly agape, and her hair looked as if she had come out of bed, rather than an office. She felt a sudden heat rise up in her and she felt her heart beat a little faster. After unrolling some toilet paper and smashing the lid down, the paper had been placed all over it, neatly as if laying the foundation for some great monument. She sat down and turned the eggs to low.
She felt them vibrate in synchrony, one inside of her, repetitiously stimulating her flesh, while the other was hitting against her clitoris. She started rubbing her vagina with her fingers while looking at the picture from earlier. She was somewhat surprised at herself today, she had such a fine collection of cute women on her phone, some very petite, showing off either their very large asses or very large breasts, rarely both. But she also had a fine collection of hentai pictures by her favorite artists on here. Some were very tasteful as the public opinion might agree, some others however, had some odd particular fetish, which only a minority might have found arousing. It was this one fresh picture she had taken moments ago to which she felt she hadn’t had the proper honor of masturbating to yet. She zoomed in a little so she could see her torso better. Her breasts seemed to be a bit squeezed in by her shirt. She, while concentrating on this part, moved her hand, which had been rubbing her pussy in a circular motion up until now over to her breasts. While the vibrators did their pleasuring, she set them to automatic for the next fifteen minutes in which they would gradually apply more of their force on her delicate parts. She cupped her breast and pinched her nipple through her sweater and bra. After this she looked at the legs, which seemed to plumply fall over the seat, while she moved her hand to her vagina again. Rubbing wasn’t enough at this point anymore, she inserted her fingers and started rubbing them from the inside out, gently at first then more and more vigorously stirring the egg inside, as she zoomed in on the face on the picture. She imagined the woman licking her, tasting her.
Stopping abruptly, she heard a knock on the stall door. “S-sorry, taken!” she said in a low tone, to which a “Oh, sorry about that!” came in response. Her heartbeat rose to her head, but she calmed down over time, as the egg shaped vibrators slowly soothed her back into the rhythm of before. She kept going, even though there was another person with her just one stall apart. She imagined once more how this woman would kiss her gently and then start licking her lips down there, before taking little plunges with her tongue. She did the same motion with her fingers and, just as the eggs had reached their limit by now, she had also. She climaxed and hot liquid came flying out of her vagina staining most of the toilet paper she was sitting on. She shook, but tried to control it, so as not to attract too much attention. She took one last look at the photo before letting out a sigh. She finished her fantasies by licking her grool and cum off her fingers, pretending she’s licking her clean. Her tongue slowly licked around her hand, tickling it, collecting all of her love juices.
She felt relieved and refreshed after that. She flushed down the mess of drenched toilet paper and fixed her third egg vibrator in her panties so it was poking her butt. She was ready to go. After washing off her hand she decided to grab a bite from one of the shops she passed by earlier. She went for a kebab and a black coffee, because she felt like she needed the caffeine.
It was time to look around the city, before going to an event later. She had looked it up beforehand and there was a party at a bar tonight, which served mostly only women or their male, gay friends. It wasn’t really one of those bars, but for some reason it had earned itself a stable place among the community members’ hearts and in response the owners made proper improvements to their establishment… She still had a few hours until then. There was one of her favorite shops nearby which sold sportswear, so she opted for that. It was a fifteen-minute walk from the station according to the phone, but she managed to get there in half the time without breaking a sweat. At some point she really felt the motionless eggs rub inside of her and she had a silent, but very strong urge rising inside of her once more. She somewhat forgot about it after she saw the store window. There was no big sale, but she found some great value socks and a tee which was her favorite color, a lively green, which matched her eyes. She wanted to try on a pair of running pants which had caught her eye. It was one of those “dry” ones, which don’t let sweat build up and rather than soaking it up, it lets it evaporate slowly. She grabbed a pair her size and went right into one of the changing rooms. She changed out of her skirt into the skintight pants.
Her quads and hamstrings gently rubbed against the fabric and disappeared in it like waves on the beach. A quick glance into the mirror: perfect fit. It made her butt look a bit bigger than it actually was and for some reason a very obvious camel toe formed. She followed the curves all the way to her calves. These made the fabric bulge slightly when she tried standing on tip-toe. The dark gray color with the black stripes really left some room for imagination, after one had taken in the concrete image: are these thighs soft or perhaps firm just like the butt on the back? a mystery for the one looking.
She raised her hand and while facing away from the mirror with her body, she slapped herself on the butt. A loud slapping sound echoed from the changing room, while she let it jiggle for a short moment and then flexed. One of the clerks rushed near to ask if everything was all right. Sia replied coolly:
“Everything’s just fine, some of my notebooks just fell out of my bag, when I put my skirt on it…”
“Okay, miss, tell me if there’s anything wrong.”
Sia felt a sudden rush, most likely from the slap and the shop clerk coming along, while she felt completely aware of the egg-shaped vibrators in her vagina and near her butt. She quickly put both of them on high and looked at herself in the mirror. She was pretty wet, her panties were getting soaked from the auto-erotic stimulation from earlier. She took out a pink vibe from her bag and rubbed it against her pants where her vagina was.
It stimulated her lips, while she was getting buzzed from inside. She made a very pleased facial expression, her eyes slightly rolled back and her mouth opened and let a few small moans out. She felt more adventurous than before now, she started pushing the vibe into herself as much as the fabric let her. It reached her clitoris and she accidentally let some drool drip from her mouth, just to get caught by her shirt.
A ripple of pleasure started traveling from her hips through her spine to her brain and she felt an insanely hot sensation rise from inside of her as she kept pushing the dildo against the now wet fabric.
She finally climaxed and let out multiple small moans, followed by her shaking and having to sit down, while she lost control of her squirting and came inside the pants a little.
Panic rose from deep inside her. What if she gets caught now? She can’t just put these pants back. The slight sense of regret was quickly overshadowed by a smile on her face as she pulled out a handkerchief and put it on the pants. Much like magic, the pants seemed to allow the handkerchief to soak up all the fluids. In a few seconds, the pants looked dry, and except for a faint smell of fish mixed with some spices from the quick grub she had earlier, there was nothing out of place. The pants were a good choice, she was convinced to buy them now. She changed back into her skirt.
As she was approaching the cashier, she put on a nice, innocent school girl smile and started a little small talk, about how nice these socks are and what a good deal they are. The clerk took the pants and just cashed them while looking at her with a shopkeeper’s smile, bagging them and then doing the same process with the socks and the tee. Sia paid in cash which she took out of a small pocket in her bag.
“Do you mind if I put these pants on right away. I really like them. Maybe the tee too, because the shirt doesn’t fit the pants.”
“Sure thing, miss. Do you want me to remove the labels?”
Sia burst out with a surprisingly high pitched “No!” followed by an explanation made up on the spot: “I like to tear those things down myself, I also collect them. It’s p-part of the experience!”
“Haha, I understand, I also collect the labels of the clothes I buy. Go ahead; you know where the changing rooms are.”
It would have been a disaster had the clerk tried to remove the label inside. He surely would have noticed the slight stain and then a chain of weird explanations would have had to follow. Relieved, Sia changed into her new sporty attire.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ombj0j/sias_city_exhibitionism_part_1_solo_public_ff
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