She chooses to masturbate

The crowd watches the woman’s hands with bated breath. When her hand moves, every single person in that room is hoping it will point at them. Instead, the woman reaches down for the pussy everyone in the crowd has been staring at for the last few minutes. Her fingers gently glide between her lovelips, so I say “That’s it. Show everyone how you like to masturbate.”

She continues to tease herself.

“Do you use toys when you usually masturbate?”

She nods.

“Do you use a dildo?”

She nods.

“What about a vibrator?”

She nods.

“With your free hand, show everyone how many sex toys you own.”

She holds up five fingers, before closing her fist and flashing two fingers.

“So you own seven toys, correct?”

She nods.

That finger of hers travels up to her clitoris. It gently rolls side to side, which causes her to let out a purr. The crowd watches her finger move, as if they’re studying for a test. It’s almost like they want to know how to touch her if they ever get the chance. Like them, admittedly, I’m hopeful I’ll be so lucky. Hell, its **** being merely inches from her and being able to touch her.

The woman’s other hand covers her mouth in an effort to muffle her moans. She might be afraid that whoever she knows in the crowd can recognise her voice. If anyone did, I couldn’t tell. They all do their best to remain composed as they watch on. Of course, there're signs people want to join her. Bulges in pants. Twitchy hands. Baited breathes. We are all the same. We all want to be just like her.

I can just imagine what it would be like to be in this woman’s shoes. To be sitting in front of a bunch of strangers. Indulging in my desires in the most public way possible whilst remaining as anonymous as possible. Knowing I could be walking the streets and passing strangers who’ve seen me at my most intimate yet still don’t realise who I am.

The woman begins to tremble, signalling the end of her performance. Everyone is on the edge of their seats, waiting for how the show will conclude. She heaves as her climax builds and builds until it finally crescendos. Her trembling erupts into a full blown spasm as her hand muffles a her triumphant cry. When her climax subsides, the woman basks in the afterglow, flaunting a broad, satisfied smile.

Once she recovers, the woman stands up and takes a bow before walking off. Unsure what to do, the crowd stands around and looks at each other. I decide to break the silence by saying “Hell of a show, huh?”