Cotton rubbings

Wasn’t it humiliating enough to have your pussy this close to a stranger? Wasn’t it humiliating enough that he’d ordered you to undress? Admittedly, he didn’t seem to be checking you out that much. Jack was indeed fully focussed on his... work. Whatever it was that he was inking.

Slowly, without raising attention to yourself, you bring up your hands towards your nipples. Maybe just touching them was enough?

You squint your eyes at the contact of your cold hands on the sensitive skin. Then you glance down at the man named Jack, who was still softly torturing your private parts.

But of course! You could just act as of you were hiding your nipples from him. With your hands cupping them, you could softly rub your nipples with your thumbs.

It was the perfect sollution to solving both problems.

And the rubbing felt pretty good too. It only took a few rubs until they were hard and even nicer to touch. The female body was so weird. You’d alway suspected female nipples were more sensitive than men’s, but experiencing the difference for yourself was something else entirely.

‘Hey, lady. Stop that. You’re messing it up.’

You hold yout breath as Jack uses his wipes to push between your sensitive tattooed ladybits. Even with your eyes closed you could feel and smell how much drenched you’d become.

‘I, I can’t.’

Jack grunted and stoof up from his stool. A minute later he was back again with a few cotton balls in his gloved hands.

‘Glad I’m always prepared, eh?’

Jack grinned and starded plugging your vagina with the cotton. The dry material was raugh on your sore skin, but you didn’t complain.

You simply continued rubbing your nipples and wished for this month to be over.