Valerie pays for her Ice-Cream

Head spinning, Valerie anxiously tried to latch on to some normality, “B-b-but the sign says four dollars…”

The girl serving her laughed and turned to look at the menu board before glancing back to Valerie with a quizzical expression. “Well our regular price is four dollars, so for you that comes to one orgasm” she confirmed with a bemused expression, as though this should’ve been obvious.

“Just for me?” Valerie shook her head frantically; a little squeal of alarm escaping her lips as she rubbed her bare thighs together in frustrated, humiliated, heat. “What’s so special about me?”

“Other than being naked?” The red-head beamed with a friendly smile. Valerie moaned in heat as the words reverberated into her; just because everyone thought her being naked was normal didn’t mean it wasn’t still erotically humiliating whenever it was brought up.

“Y-y-y-you want me to… make myself orgasm… here?” Valerie mewled, almost pleading for sanity. Just saying it out loud made her pulse quicken even more as she glanced around in disbelief at the other people inside the parlour casually eating their ice cream.

“This is the register…” The red-head said slowly, frowning as though Valerie’s question had been ridiculous.

At that moment the naked girl felt the brush of fabric against her side and turned, cheeks burning, to look up at the man that was now standing at the counter beside her. The contrast of his heavy boots, jeans and thick plaid shirt right next to Valerie’s bare skin only made the girl feel even more naked and she had to bite her lip to stifle another whimper.

Leaning on the counter he gave the waitress a friendly wave, “Hey there, can I grab a cone?”

The server turned her attention to him before pointing apologetically in Valerie’s direction, “I’m sorry Sir I’ll be right with you, she’s just cumming…”

The man let out a little sigh of impatience and glanced at Valerie, “Alright, I can wait”

The naked girl squeaked in alarm, heart racing as her wide eyes darted frantically back and forth between the two of them. She felt dizzy… she felt hot… Their expectant looks, her thoughts, the sensory over-load she was experiencing being naked amongst all these clothed people sent Valerie’s mind into a spin. Dream-like, she felt as though the world was pulling away from her as she struggled to hold back the tide of pure energy her humiliation and arousal had turned into…

She couldn’t do it… not here… not in front of all these people…

…but she couldn’t think…

…If she could just get the release her body was crying out for then she could calm down … she could think again…

A burst of pleasure erupted inside her core. Like a valve had opened, her jittery arousal suddenly found somewhere to go and Valerie moaned breathlessly as the energy rushed to her sex. Dazed, she looked down only to realise that she was stroking her fingers slowly back and forth over her pussy.

Valerie tried to resist or stop, but she felt like she was drowning in her own arousal and this was her only lifeline. Walking all this way… being naked in public… the excitement… the nervousness… the humiliation… it was too much…

Valerie panted in gasping **** breaths, the sounds of the parlour drifting into a white noise on the edge of the aroused haze she found herself in, overtaken by her own **** little pleading mewls of pleasure. Eyes squeezed shut, the naked girl floated in her own little world; suddenly oblivious to the people all around her, even though the feel of their presence continued to fuel her arousal more and more.

Her pussy ached, hot and ****, the wetness of her own arousal was slick against her upper thighs as she fingered herself. Back arched, breasts thrust forward, Valerie’s head tipped backwards, her hair cascading over her bare shoulder. The naked girl’s toes curled into the tiles and her knees grew weak; around her a few customers glanced in her direction but most ignored her lewd display as though it was nothing remarkable.

Valerie instinctually lowered the palm of her hand over her clit, wanting to grind against it to push herself over the edge…

“What the HELL do you think you’re doing?!” A sharp voice and disapproving gasps suddenly cut into her consciousness. Valerie’s eyes snapped open in gasping shame, heart leaping into her throat as she realised everyone in the store was staring at her. The man beside looked furious, the girl behind the counter’s hands were over her mouth, eyes wide in shock. The naked girl shrunk back, instinctually lifting her palm again in horror, coincidentally uncovering herself…

Immediately, like a switch had been flicked, everyone’s faces softened to kindness again and Valerie moaned out, “Oh godddd…” realising she still couldn’t cover herself, even doing this…

Being snapped back to reality… the realisation… making eye contact with the waitress again… the sudden injection of panic and adrenalin… it was all too much… and the crashing wave of humiliation peaked at that moment, pushing Valerie over the edge.

Her stomach muscles shook, thighs clenching together as the powerful orgasm rocked her so hard she struggled to breathe. The naked girl stumbled slightly, leaning against the counter as mini-waves of pleasure exploded inside her. Instinctually she still moved her fingers back and forth in achingly slow, teasing little movements, eking out every last little ripple of pleasure she could find as she tried to sooth her sex and calm herself down.

Heart pounding, throat dry, Valerie slowly withdrew her fingers as her mind cleared and she gently came back to her senses. A prickly heat of shame rushing up her back at the realisation of what she’d just done… and where she’d just done it…

With a gasp Valerie snapped upright; flustered, her hands jumped to her sides, then her stomach, then back to her hips again, balling into little fists in a **** attempt to resist the overwhelming urge to cover herself.

“That’s great, here’s your ice-cream.”

Valerie blinked, cheeks burning pink as she looked into the beaming face of the red-headed waitress. The girl had just watched her orgasm… Valerie mewled; she’d just orgasmed in public for ice-cream!

In her post orgasm haze, body still flushed and pussy hypersensitive to every little movement she made, Valerie reached out to take the little cup with trembling hands.

“Have a great day!”

“T-thanks… uh… you… you too…” She whimpered and turned, face flushing again as she looked around at all the people in the parlour that she’d just masturbated in front of.

Looking down at her little cup of ice-cream Valerie took a few deep breaths, knees weak, she tried to decide if she needed to sit down for a moment, or just get out of here.