Female Masturbation Addiction Pt. 1 - Sex Stories

Female Masturbation Addiction Pt. 1

... antics and thought about what that Bethany in the clothes shop had said about the trips to that monument, wherever that was. I made a mental note to try to find a tour that went to it.

Once through customs and security I went to the rest room to engineer a wardrobe malfunction then walked to the carousel with the back of my skirt trapped under my back-pack. No one said anything as we waited for our luggage and when I saw my suitcase I bent over the carousel to take it off and I saw some guys on the other side looking at me.

Not only was half of my butt and probably my pussy on display to the people behind me but my top was hanging very low and my hanging, little tits were totally visible to the guys opposite me.

It seemed to take hours to retrieve my suitcase but it was probably only a few seconds and I walked away from there with a desperate need to feed my addiction.

I rushed outside to the coach park and quickly found my coach then got on and went to the back where it was quiet and I could make myself cum.

The orgasm came quickly as as the waves were receding I decided that I hated being in enclosed places where anyone looking at me could easily make some sort of complaint and maybe get me into trouble.

The coach trip from the airport to the hotel was a bit of a drag but I was sat on my own and I managed to put my hand under my skirt and idly toy with my clit as I looked out of the window.

The hotel looked just like it did in the photos on the ...

... internet. After I’d checked-in I went up to my room and the first thing that I did was take my skirt and top off and go out onto the balcony. The sun on my bare body felt amazing and so different to the sun back home in England.

My room was at the back of the hotel and on the second floor. As I looked down on the swimming pool I could see the outside bar between the hotel and the pool. The bar wasn’t taking up the whole length of the pool, the rest of the length taken up by a sunbathing area about 30 metres square, and it was directly below my balcony. I looked at the people in that area and all were just doing their own thing and none of them appeared to be looking up at me as the fingers on my right hand idly toyed with my clit.

In the pool I could see quite a few young people messing about and a plastic football being thrown around. Beyond the pool was another hotel and I could actually see into some of the rooms.

Having absorbed what was at the back of the hotel I decided that I needed to go and buy some bottled water and a few essentials so I unpacked my suitcase then put on the only bra-like item that I’d brought with me, a black, string-tied, soft mesh cupped bra that is quite see-through to the extent that in the mirror I could clearly see my dark areolae and even the little bumps around them. My nipples really tented the cups because they had been rock hard since I left home.

For some bottoms I first tried on a strings-only pair of knickers that I bought from ...