Her hand slips between her legs again

Hannah never made a conscious decision to continue with the depraved act, but continued all the same. She felt as if she were intoxicated, barely taking in the many people and all the noise around her as she began to touch herself. Her free hand made its way up to her boobs, grasping onto them as her other hand glided across her moist pussy. The moment she first rubbed her clit almost caused her legs to buckle again. It felt so good, but still she was red with embarrassment. What the hell was she doing?! By now, it was too late to stop. In front of all these people, boys from her class, girls from the neighbourhood, and god knows who else, she continued to masturbate. The crowd, understandably, could not believe their eyes.

Hannah sunk to her knees, her legs spread wide. She arched her back backwards as she now furiously rubbed herself closer and closer to orgasm. She closed her eyes firmly, almost in ectasy, until she was nearly there. Once she opened them her eyes met the crowd. She saw faces of shock, lust, disbelief, and laughter, until her eyes settled on a guy she recognized. She had fancied him ever since she went to university, and now he was watching her masturbate. He was seeing her nude in front of this crowd. He had seen her pee herself right here. She locked eyes with him, his almost disappointed and weirded out stare. She felt so humiliated, but it felt unreal. Hannah stared at him with fixed gaze as she began to moan until her eyes rolled back. With a series of gushing spurts, she came with a squirting orgasm, rubbing her clit as fast as she could all throughout.

Then it was over. There was a moment of silence, and suddenly Hannah felt completely aware again. Red in the face, she awkwardly covered her boobs again, as if it mattered. She saw the key in front of her in the puddle of her own making. She had not even noticed the girl had already thrown it towards her. Panting and cowering in debilitating shame, she snatched the key from the wet ground and began to run.

The path home was a blur. Hannah could still see all of those faces gazing at her naked body, watching her cum. She barely remembered how she did end up getting home, but she did. Of course, the next few days saw the pictures and videos of her adventure spread far and wide. She received countless messages and calls from her completely stumped friends. The realization soon kicked in that nobody would ever forget that night, Hannah herself least of all. She did not dare to show her face outside all summer. She had placed all her focus on her upcoming internship abroad, where she could start anew. She would dye her hair, go by a different name, and look to emigrate as soon as possible. She had completely humiliated herself to the most **** degree, and she had to live with that now. Just the memories were enough to get her off again and again, and she realized just how strong her kink for humiliation now was.