My partner had not been paying much attention to me lately. We had a dinner planned for the following night. A shopping day was what I needed to help spice it up.

This morning, I had woken in a wicked mood. I had decided to go shopping without any panties or a bra. Despite my age, my body was still curvy and firm. Judging by the sideways looks from both men and women as I walked down the street, I still wobbled in all the right places.

The first boutique visited had a wide variety of lingerie. I was after something see-through, lacy, and skimpy. I showed the assistant what I had in mind on my phone. She found a matching red bra and panties that we thought would look nice under an evening dress. I took it to the change room to try on.

The fitting room was spacious, befitting the price tags, with a padded couch and table opposite a double full-length mirror. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought the summer dress enhanced my nicely proportioned body. My breasts were not huge, but they were still ample and quite firm for my age. I quickly slipped out of my garment.

Looking at myself playfully in the full-length mirror, I realized that I had not done so for a long time.

I ran my hands up and down my thighs, hips, and tummy as I gazed at myself, looking for any excess flesh. In doing so, I found I was rather enjoying the sensation. As I was coming to appreciate this feeling, my hands cupped each breast and squeezed.

“Ooh,” I said quietly, as a tingling warmth engulfed me. That felt so good!

What has come over me, I thought.

I rotated my still cupped breasts in soft circular squeezes as I gazed at my shaved pussy. Without thinking, I altered my stance by parting my legs several inches to reveal more.

To my surprise, my labia were puffier than I expected. I reached down and, with a finger, lightly touched them. The thrill of doing so in the change cubical sent a frizz of pleasure through me. With my finger pushing further downwards, I turned my back to the mirror.

Looking over my shoulder at my bent, tanned form, I admired my still firm and full round bum. Bending a bit more, I moved my fingers farther back. They were now peeking through my labia and out the back in my mirror image. It felt so inappropriate to be doing this, yet I could not resist the elation it gave me.

I realised that my pussy was becoming a little wet. Well, that was a lie. Very wet was closer to the truth. Who would have thought this could be so enjoyable?

As well as getting wetter my pussy was feeling tense with the increased blood flow to my pussy, a neediness swelling up within my womb. I used my whole hand now to encompass my pubic mound and pulled gently up, hoping to ease the growing tension.

I yelped as a series of unexpected ripples of pleasure engulfed me.

Straightening up, I breathed slowly and steadily, looking at my reddening face in the mirror.

“Is everything alright?” I heard a voice say on the other side of the door.

“I’m fine,” I said as I felt my face burning. Why do they make these fitting rooms so small? It's so hot in here, I thought.

No, I was not fine in here.

Still surprised about the depth of my wanton feelings, I picked up the lingerie set to try on.

It was a good fit, and I admired how it clung to my contours. It fitted my bottom and breasts firmly. I ran my hands over the fabric on my rear and up to my breasts, checking for any sagging.

Pleased with what I found, my fingers lingered on my breasts. I took one finger and ran the tip of my fingernail ever so softly around the fabric, circumnavigating each nipple. I watched, fascinated, as each nipple slowly extended, stretching the fabric as they did. As they began to tingle, I squeezed each nipple and gently pulled them out. I gave a little gasp of pleasure as I watched in the mirror.

I then noticed that the fabric around my crutch was wet. Shit, now I would have to buy them and wear them out of the store.

Slightly deflated, I sat down on the edge, careful to avoid wetting the couch. I ran a hand down to feel how wet I was.

My new underwear was soaked.

I ran my hand around to my bum crack and pushed the fabric into my crease all the way around to my vagina. With a little more pressure, I was able to insert a fabric-coated finger, partially. Repeating this several times, I began arching my body onto the back of the couch and breathing heavily.

By now, I had pulled the panty to one side and was vigorously rubbing two fingers in and out, over and over. I rolled my hard nipples with the other hand. I struggled to stifle my moans when I heard a voice float over the door.

“How are you doing? Do you need a larger size to try?”

I froze in my tracks, nipple held extended, fingers wedged deep in my pussy.

Larger size! The cheek of the woman.

“I will be out in a minute. This one is fine. I will take it; I'm on the phone,” I answered.

As soon as I heard her go, I continued with heated passion. The thought and the feelings that went with nearly getting caught sent me over the top.

This time, I did let out a small groan as an orgasm fired throughout my body. My head banged onto the couch's back while my bum clenched, my vagina squeezing around my fingers. My legs held stiffly out, forming a ‘V’ for victory.

As the orgasm subsided, I slumped back into the couch. I stuffed a hankie into my new pants to help soak up the excess juices and, once composed, got dressed.

I went to the counter and told the assistant I wished to wear my purchase.

As I paid, she said,” Oh, I almost forgot you left your phone behind on the counter.” She reached under the counter to retrieve it, then handed it to me with my receipt.

As I prepared to go, she said, “Have a nice day, Madam,” and gave me a wink.

Fuck, I was not as clever as I thought. Had she been listening to me outside the cubical, too?

Somehow, it only made what I had done seem even more exciting.

I left the boutique with a smile on my face. I was surprised that the secrecy and illicitness of masturbating in a public area had not overwhelmed me. It was the wantonness of doing it in public that had made me climax.

Still on a high but needing to settle, I went to a nearby coffee shop and ordered coffee.

The waiter said, “Please. Take a seat anywhere. I'll bring your coffee shortly.”

He was about ten years younger, well-built, and had a Mediterranean complexion. It was between peak service periods, and the cafe was empty. I went up to the very back and took a booth.

As the waiter approached my table with my coffee, I thought he was better-looking than my first impression. I watched his retreating bum and felt a hot flush.

My hand ran down under the table to touch my panties to make sure there was no leakage. At the same time the picture of the waiter’s bum came to mind, and I pressed firmly on my clit. I could not help myself.

Another public place...surely not, girl!

But…yes…Oh YES, please!!

My rubbing progressed to pushing my panties aside and inserting a finger.

A woman about ten years younger suddenly swung into the booth opposite. We faced each other. I froze for the second time that morning.

Had she seen me? I was rigid with fear of discovery.

Caught! A cup to my lips and a finger up my pussy!

She smiled at me as she settled, opening her legs a little.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I could see her panties which meant she could see my pussy.

Paralysed still, the waiter returned with her coffee and left without turning my way.

Thank God!

We sat looking at each other for ages, sipping our coffee. How could I extract my finger without attracting attention?

Looking closer at her, I noticed she could be a mirror image of me. Her breasts were a little larger, and she was blond to my brunette.  She was indeed beautiful.

I watched her, mesmerised as she took a finger and inserted it into her mouth and sucked.

With great deliberation, she withdrew it and held it up for me to see. She next took it below the table and pushed it past her panties and straight up into her vagina!

She knew! Fuck and more fuck. Now what!

My body reacted to her gesture with a wave of heat and pleasure crashing through me.

We watched, alternatively between each other’s faces and pussies as we both frantically thrust in and out.

I had still been aroused from earlier, so another bout of public masturbation sent me over the top almost immediately. Bending over the table, I pushed the cup forward as one of my hands slid out along the table-top towards her. My chin now rested on the table, still facing her, as I screwed up my face my mouth forming a soundless ‘O’ shape, all the while looking into her eyes. I jerked helplessly, almost spilling the cup as I climaxed, feeling my vagina contracting in a series of spasms. All my attention was focused on my pussy and the ever-expanding waves of ecstasy that shocked my body.

She watched and followed almost immediately with an orgasm of her own. She gripped the table with one hand and moaned out loud. As she bent forward, a trickle of her nectar ran down one leg.

Luckily, no one was in sight or, more importantly, hearing distance.

Breathing heavily, we leaned back to regain our composure, our eyes still locked. We both had our hands above our respective tables now.

The waiter came up to take our cups. He took the woman's first and then turned for mine.

“How was it?” he asked. I look up at him, confused. “The coffee?” he gestured as he picked up my cup.

“Oh, just fine, thanks, really, really good,” I managed to blurt out as he left.

I looked for the woman across from me, but she was gone!

I was feeling quite wet and sticky between my legs. I headed for the restrooms to clean up.

It was small with a bench, basin, and one toilet currently occupied. Just as I pulled out some paper towel, I heard the toilet flush, and the woman from the table opposite emerged. She was even more beautiful in closeup than I had expected.

There was only room for us to stand with our breasts almost touching. Before I could say anything, she said, “I am so glad I caught you. Thanks for saving me!”

She must have seen my quizzical look and added, “My partner and I had been close to climaxing this morning in bed when he got an emergency call-out from the police station. I have not been able to settle since. I had felt so uptight until I met you. Watching you play with yourself was just what I needed. It was so hot doing it in public. I hope you do not mind. I would never have been game on my own. Thank you,” she said.

Little did she know the panic it had created in me. “Perfect pleasure,” I replied with a smile.

“Oh, by the way, I am Shelly,” she said.

"Pam”, I said, smiling encouragingly again at her.

Shelly said, “I better go.”

As she prepared to leave, she leaned forward to kiss me on my cheek. I was a little surprised, yet we had just masturbated together; we had been quite intimate, I thought. I leaned forward, too, to return the goodbye gesture.

Unfortunately, we both misjudged it, and we ended up planting a kiss on each other's lips. She pressed a little more, and for some reason, I leaned into the kiss. We were both watching each other as we continued kissing. I felt her lips part, and her tongue probed into mine, eagerly searching.

I was up against the vanity bench and felt her lean her body into mine. By now, our tongues were well acquainted with each other’s.

She had the same idea as me. We both caressed each other's breasts. Our breathing was heavy, and already stimulated from earlier, I was immediately up for another climax.

Shelly was grinding her pussy into me. I dropped my underwear and hoisted myself up onto the vanity. Still kissing and groping, I opened my legs. Shelly did not hesitate to ‘go down’ on me and clean up all my early expelled honey juices. She slurped, sucked and licked noisily but, no matter how efficient she was, I had more thick liquid to give her. She was so good, it felt so good; she’d done this before, I thought.

I had never, ever had a woman lick me before!

I yelled, “Shit... shit... My god...I'm coming…yes, yes… Ooh my GOD... yes … fuuuck,” as I convulsed with a very hot wet orgasm, almost falling off the bench.

Quickly, we swapped places. Her lips were slick with my juices as we urgently brought them and our tongues together in passionate fusion, sucking, kissing, nibbling and licking each other, over and over.

I went to go down on her, but she held my face and then pulled up her sweater. She had no bra on. My god, they were so firm!

I tentatively kissed one all over and then the other as I fingered her pussy. She was panting. I probed deeper with my finger. Her panting quickened not far away from her pending crises.

I licked her nipples and playfully suckled them. Then, taking all her areola in my mouth, I pulled outwardly before letting them bounce back. I repeated this with her now rock-hard nipples again and again.

Her head was back resting on the mirror, her breathing husky with pent-up desire. I increased the tempo and depth with which my fingers penetrated her needy pussy.

Suddenly, she let out a long, “Arrrrhhh,” moan. Then a louder, longer moan. 

She jerked with each spasm that raced through her body. Her juices splashed onto the floor as she convulsed in ecstasy. She brought her legs together, her pussy now overly sensitive.

We then stood for a while still playing with each other's nipples and breasts, kissing tenderly as we slowly came down off our highs.

Eventually, we cleaned ourselves up and swapped numbers. We had shared so much in the short time we had known each other, but I felt it would not be long before we met up again.

No doubt publicly.

I never knew being with a woman would be so pleasurable!