Sophie is Honest

The man's chuckle seemed to fill her whole world. Heat bloomed through her, rising from the soles of her feet up through her legs, tingling across her chest and breasts and flowing to her face. The air caught in her throat, making it hard for her to breath. Her nipples felt hard, her pussy was wet. She felt lust and desire pounding through her, striking her like a hammer blow with each beat of her heart.

"You like this, don't you?" The man said. He was looking at her, _really _looking at her. Not just at her chest or her pussy, but the set of her body. The curve of her legs. The slow raise and fall of her chest. Sophie was surprised, but his words cut into her like a knife. She thought to deny him, but only for a moment. Her heart thundered, she gulped. But the words wormed their way through her throat, forcing themselves out of numb lips.

"Yes," she gasped.

"Sophie!" She heard Anna gasp from behind her. Sophie felt a twinge, like something was pulling at her but by now, she didn't care. She was plunging forward. Like a train which had lost all control, she couldn't stop. There was one track in front of her and she was barrelling down it as quickly as she could. She'd never felt like this in her whole life. Never felt this exposed. She was naked. Naked in the place she worked! Her body was trembling but it was with excitement. She wanted to be seen. She wanted to stand proudly with her legs spread, let them look at her, let them see her everything!

The man couldn't have known all of this, but he didn't have to. The smallest glimpse of her face was enough. The look in her eyes, the colour in her cheeks. His grin spread and became the sort of disbelieving smile that belonged to a man who realised he had just won the lottery, and then somehow managed to win a second!

"I'm so wet," Sophie choked out. She ran a finger along her lower lips as if to add weight to her statement. Her labia tingled at the smooth stroking motion. The tip of her finger traced the opening to her pussy, coming away beaded with moisture. Her own wetness.

Her ears twitched. The crowd was talking. They couldn't believe what she had just done! Many of them were peering at her, straining to get a closer look at her body. She was breathing faster and faster, the world was spinning for her. She tried to steady herself, but the floor was rocking like the deck of a great ship in a storm tossed sea,

"When this law came into effect, I was really happy," Sophie said. She didn't know what she was saying, the words tumbled from her throat, hasty and fast. As if they feared being snatched back as soon as she realised what they were. But she was flying now, her feet had left the ground and she was soaring. There was no going back.

Before she even knew what was happening, Sophie was moving. Her two fingers pressed against the raised mound of her womanhood. Pressure felt _good _against her skin. She started to move her digits in a circular motion, slowly at first, but faster and faster. It felt good. It felt better at good! The touch of her fingers, the friction of her skin, it made her pussy burn with want and desire. Each touch, each stroke, each lingering caress sent a bolt of electricity searing through her nerves. It had never felt quite like this when she touched herself at home. Was it because she was being watched? Because so many people were recording her? The phones were all out now, the videos were already being taken and uploaded, she was sure. So many people were watching her masturbate, seeing her cum.

The feeling made her legs weak and she let them fold, lowering herself to her knees. She spread them as far as they could go, droplets of her desire touching the ground between her legs. Sophie moaned, biting her lower lip. Her pussy was on fire! More, more it seemed to ring. Her free hand moved to her chest, fingers delicately played with her nipples. They moved from one to the other, caressing, stroking, pinching. The feeling took her breath away. She was gyrating now, her fingers were no longer just rubbing her womanhood but had sunken into it, slipping inside of her lower lips. They felt hard and wonderful, their touch made her buck and gyrate. She'd never dreamed it would feel like this.

Her nipples were hard, her clit was buzzing. Her mind was awash with feelings, but no shame, no humiliation. Not now. It had all been driven out, the excitement crackled through her, leapt from nerve to nerve like ecstatic lightning.

She was moaning now, her body shaking, her fingers moving faster and faster. Her pussy clenched at them, gripping them eagerly, growing tighter and tighter as her climax started to rise like a wave from the sea.

I'm sorry, Anna, Sophie managed to think for a moment. I'm not setting a very good example as your superior, am I? Look away... or don't! If you want to look, look! Let everyone look!

She climaxed then, moaning as the wave of pleasure hit her. Her toes tingled first, and then the feeling deepened. Her womanhood burst like a dam, flooding her body with thrumming pleasure. The feeling hit her hard, flowing through every nerve and muscle. Her spine arched, she threw back her head, her eyes were wide with the feeling that spiked between her legs. Her fingers trembled, speeding up their motion as if to draw as much from the moment as she could.

Only when it finally faded did they slow and stop. Sophie was gasping, her breathing was ragged. Her fingers were coated in her own wetness.

She looked up, and the crowd was all around her. They'd pressed in, as if they were unable to look away. Some of them were flushing, like they were ashamed for her position. Others looked eager and hungry, their eyes were flitting across her body. She could see erections, many of them guys there were clearly into her performance, and some of the girls too judging by body language. That thought should have made her curl up into a ball in contemplation of what she had just done, but instead it merely egged her on.

"Oh my god, Sophie..." Anna said from behind her. "Is..is this the sort of thing that gets you off? Being watched like this?"

"Yes," Sophie whispered. And then, because there was no point in half measures now, she spoke louder. "Yes. Absolutely. I like this, Anna. I'm sorry you got caught up in it, I didn't mean for that to happen, but I love this."