Female Masturbation Addiction Pt. 1 - Sex Stories

Female Masturbation Addiction Pt. 1

... was a bit over-dressed.

Anyway, my stomach was rumbling so I looked at the menus outside a couple of cafe’s then went into one and sat at a table. My stomach wasn’t the only part of me that was complaining, my pussy was begging for some attention as well so I lay back in the chair, spread my knees and my right hand got busy.

I was relaxing nicely when a waiter appeared beside me and asked me if I was ready to order.

“What? Oh err no, not yet.” replied as my right hand stopped moving and just rested over my pussy.

“A drink perhaps?”

“Good idea, I’ll have a beer please.”

Now I’m not really used to drinking alcohol and I’d stupidly expected the waiter to get me a small beer but he came back with a large one. I quickly realised that I hadn’t really drunk much all day and with the air temperature being what it was I decided not to say anything and just drink it. I was actually surprised at how nice it tasted, different to the beers in England..

After nearly being caught playing with my pussy I kept an eye out for approaching waiters and closed my knees whenever they got close but I still did manage to get myself quite aroused before my meal arrived. But that arousal disappeared as I ate and drank my way through the large glass of beer.

When I stood up to leave I realised that the beer had had a bit of an effect on me and I forgot all about my skirt riding up for quite a while. It was only when I heard a drunk young man say,

“Hey guys, I can see that ...

... girl’s pussy.” that I remembered my skirt and pulled it back down to cover my butt and pussy.

I wandered up and down the main street taking in the scenery and the people wandering about. I saw a couple of bars advertising wet T-shirt competitions and one had one of those mechanical bulls. I saw a girl on it, her skirt up around her waist and her tits bouncing about in the open, her top having been unable to contain them.

I made myself a promise that I’d enter a wet T-shirt competition and ride that bull before I went home. I also promised myself that I’d walk down that street totally naked before I went home as well.

I was truly amazed by the number of young people walking about and how friendly they all seemed to be. A lot of the guys were saying hello to me but I suspected that that was because they could see my bare slit and wanted to hit on me.

Having walked around for ages I started to feel a little tired so I headed back to the hotel knowing that I had another 13 days before I had to go home.

As I walked from the noisy streets to the much less noisy streets my mind started thinking about my pussy again. It was still very exposed, which I liked, even though there were no men around to see it but that didn’t stop my fingers from finding it and diddling my clit as I walked.

As I approached the hotel I had to decide if I was going to pull my skirt down or leave it where it was. I remembered that it had ridden up as I walked through the lobby to go out so I ...