A (mostly) private (almost)orgasm.

As she reentered the con Grace was grinning like the cat that ate the canary. The gentle hum of the vibrators lowest setting being easily drowned out by the chatter of thousands of voices at once.

She was still blissfully unaware of her outfits translucent under flash properties and the hundreds of people at this point who had pictures of her as if she was standing behind a sheet of red stained glass. The glint of the jeweled plug and shiny silver line with blurred bobble came up clear as in the display case she bought them from as she once again made a round of the con. Posing with various characters or for solo shots for fans. The crowd had thickened since her last visit or maybe it was her imagination. Or both but she seemed to be getting a lot more attention this time around (in actuality she was just returning around the time a panel was letting out and many of these were the same people who saw her bottomless earlier. Eager to get more pictures to pair with that memory.

As she felt the waves begin to build within her. Nothing close to orgasm yet but merely the first sign for that exit as it were she politely excused herself from her photo circle and began heading for the stairwell. Mark was a respectable distance back doing a fair job of looking casual as he continued to follow the girl.

As she got to the stairs he sped up and slipped his foot in to block it just before it closed fully. Grace for her part had eyes for only one thing the fifth floor balcony.
The inside of the hotel was lined with rooms and each floor had their own circular balcony overlooking the grand entryway and convention floor below. She figured next to no one would be around from the con that high up (she was mostly right). And that she could let the vibrator loose without anyone noticing what she was doing. The idea of climaxing in the middle of the show floor too much for her even now. But the idea of watching the showfloor of being surrounded by the voices of hundreds of people while she had her private little fun right under...or rather over their noses was just too much fun for her tipsy self to resist.

Once she got to the 5th floor she was happy to see it was deserted. A few people milled about on floors below her but overall she had left the action 50 feet below. The concrete barrier was just below her waist with the metal railing on top meeting her at the belly button. She could still hear everything up here but except for the odd shouted word everything just blurred together.

Doing one more quick look around she didn't see anyone so raised the vibration on everything slowly up to halfway. Allowing herself a small moan her hips began to work in circles as her ears went on high alert for the sounds of anyone coming over the roar of the crowd below. She knew this was stupid, she knew she could get caught... but fuck did she need this right now.

Mark for his sake was very thankful for the U shaped ice-machine vending nook built into the wall with one opening some 20 feet passed the stairwell entrance. and another a mere 20 feet from the railing at which a coed was gracing him with a private show.

Grace was trying and spectacularly failing to be quite as the pulsing mode of the vibrator seemed to take on a mind of it's own. Before long thoughts of the crowd below had faded into mere echos to fuel her personal fire as her knees gave out and she bit down on her arm to keep from crying out. As she waited for this extra strong pulse to fade with her breathe caught in her throat she was sure she had accidentally flipped in into constant mode just when it started to ease. As it started to climb again the youth coed moved to a sitting position with one hand under her skirt panel the other actively trying to **** it's way to kneeding her breasts without undoing her top. There was a soft pop as one of the hooks holding her top closed snapped off which gave her enough room to squeeze a hand inside.
As the vibrations reached a fervor pitch again she felt the crest coming, lying back completely shoulders and back on the cool ground she planted her feet and began bucking into her hand. There was a very muffled voice screaming at her that this wasn't the plan. She was going to have a quick orgasm while people watching, not this!

Mark for his part had a wicked streak of his own and didn't want the show to end everytime she looked like she was getting close he would slam the vibe back to a 1 out of 10. By the 3rd time he felt like an asshole as she hit the ground and gritted her teeth in frustration. By the 5th time it was funny again. And he was just about to let her have her moment by the 8th time her hips bucked up, (by this point completely uncovered from her pleasure writhing). When they were both startled by the sound of a door opening to camera left or roughly above her head and to the left. She quickly hopped up as fast as she could. The **** and gymnast training more or less canceling each other out as she bounded up without much style or stumble. her scramble was obvious but the young woman who came out of the room didn't seem to notice anything. Grace just casually walked over to the elevator. Once she was out of site Mark made a beeline for the straits wanting to get on the same car a floor under her.

She was in purgatory, that was the only explanation she decided. Nothing could feel that heavenly so over the top nonintoxicating wonderful and then cut out at the last minute like that unless it was equal parts heaven and hell. She set the vibrator down to 1 and enjoyed the pleasant buzz it produced. She wasn't exactly satisfied but the mood was broken for the time being. She had just narrowly escaped being caught masturbating for the second time that day.

Noting it was already almost 3 she decided she really needed to check in with her flaky friend Becky and make sure she was alright. Fuck she still needed to charge her phone! She vaguely remembered Becky saying something about a photo with Mark Hamil at 5:30 and needing to be in line early. So she figured she'd take a minute and peruse the Autograph hall before heading over to the main hotel.