Female Masturbation Addiction Pt. 1 - Sex Stories

Female Masturbation Addiction Pt. 1

... probably never see any of the people that I spoke to ever again so I didn’t care if anyone I was talking to saw me rubbing one out or if I said anything stupid. I would just go for it and if I managed to get some guy(s) to see me rubbing one out or even fuck me then great. If not, at least I’d have a great time there and go back with a satisfied addiction and an all-over tan.

The sun was starting to go down and I realised that I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast.

“Time to get cleaned-up and ready to go out to get some food and maybe a few drinks. Maybe get hit on and end up finally loosing my cock virginity.” I thought.

Thirty or so minutes later I was all clean, groomed and smelling nice as I stood looking into the drawers deciding what to wear. I decided on something tight but brief, very brief and rummaged through my clothes for the 2 items that I was thinking of. Seconds later I was looking in the mirror at a girl wearing a pink tube top that was only about 6 centimetres from top to bottom although the strip that went over my tits isn’t made of the lycra like the rest of it, it’s made of a fine mesh that’s slightly sheer, I could see my darker areolae and hard nipples and the uncovered bottom parts of my tits

The tube, skirt part is matching pink lycra only about 15 centimetres deep, a firm fit that looks almost decent when I just stand there, after I’ve pulled it into place, but as soon as I move my legs it rides up leaving the lower parts of my butt ...

... and my slit exposed.

“Perfect.” I thought as I slid my feet into a pair of matching pink heels.

I smiled to myself as I remembered that shop girl Bethany saying,

“Girls can get away with wearing next to nothing providing they act like they are dressed like a nun.”

I put my room key card and purse into my little shoulder bag and left my room. By the time I got to the top of the stairs half my butt and all of my bald pubis was on display. Things didn’t improve, one way or another, until I got to the bottom of the stairs in the lobby where I pulled the skirt back into place, smiled at the middle-aged guy on reception, then stepped outside onto street.

It felt wonderful being outside at night with the air being so warm even if there was a gentle breeze that was tickling me between my thighs.

I wandered in the direction that most people were going and soon came across the lively part of the resort. Bars, cafes, loud music and people around my age everywhere. It may have only been 8 p.m. but I could see that a few of the people had already had a lot to drink.

No one seemed interested in the fact that my bald pubis was on show and that everyone could see my nipples through the mesh that covered them but didn’t hide anything. But there again most of the girls walking around were wearing skirts that barely covered their pussies and there was the odd topless girl wandering about as well. Some girls were wearing thong bikini bottoms as well. It crossed my mind that I ...