Masturbate

The naughtiness of it all, the thrill to be potentially caught in such a compromising place, the erotic setting of a place where I've seen so many of my friends at their most ****. Where I was now at my most ****, legs spread as I am seated on the bench. Panties to the side and fingers exploring, invading, searching for a beautiful treasure that my moans were encouraging them to find.

The thrill of this public debauchery filled my mind, heated my body, and was pushing me beyond normal levels of arousal. There was nothing more thrilling than the thought that I might get caught, than the evil humiliation that I was pushing myself towards should I take too long or should I moan too loud...

I wanted to moan louder. To gasp stronger. To emote more and have people know I was there. There was a growing need, one that my finger was racing to quench. A heat that was rising through me and was making me hate the dress I was wearing. There were a lot of nerves on edge, demanding attention, calling for my other hand to explore them, imploring me to ignore the situation I found myself in and give in... Give in to the naughty feelings...