Before we begin, I should introduce myself. My name is Naomi; I'm a brunette, 5'5", and rocking a petite, well-toned body. My breasts are modest, a small handful (depending on whose groping), with perky nipples that stand to attention when I'm turned on.

As a child I was never the prettiest girl in the room, though some people did call me cute, which depending on who you asked may not always be a compliment. Needless to say, I received my glow-up at the age of 18, shortly before finishing college, and the newfound attention I received from my male classmates did not go unnoticed by the girls who had previously been the object of their desires.

My long silky smooth legs were commented on as the summer months rolled in, but the real showstopper was my ass. A perfect bubble butt, toned and juicy, that one female teacher nicknamed the North Star after she watched me walk down the hallway one day in a particularly form-fitting pair of leggings, claiming every boy in the school had broken their necks to catch a glimpse. As I'm sure you can imagine, all this proved to be a major confidence boost to a girl who had previously flown under the radar when it came to the attention of the opposite sex. After this I made sure the outfits I wore showed off my assets so as not to disappoint my spectators.

Though I enjoyed the attention, the thought of flashing or exposing myself to anyone had never even crossed my mind. I came from quite a conservative household, and though I wasn't a virgin, my sexual experience was limited, though not for lack of want. Deep down I was an extremely horny little slut desperate for someone to pleasure me, and though I don't think many men would say no, I wasn't forward enough to ask.

That all changed, however, in the summer after my first year of uni when I agreed to go on a family camping trip with my parents and younger sister.

A week in the Lake District sounded like a nice idea before we set off, but what I failed to account for was the endless rain, the fact we were all crammed into a small motor home, and that my sister would come down with a cold 3 days into the trip, and god, didn't we know about it. Needless to say, after a few days of forced family fun, on the last day my parents gave up and decided to take some work calls, leaving me to my own devices.

I decided to get out for a bit and take a walk around the camp and the surrounding areas. I hadn't gone more than 100 yards before a thought invaded my mind that it had been a full week since I had given myself any pleasure; lying a few feet away from your parents in a camper van is a bit of a mood killer, but now I was free to do and go where I pleased.

I tried to push the naughty intrusive thoughts that had started to formulate out of my mind, but as I continued to walk, the warm breeze gently caressed my legs, causing a tingling feeling that ran up my inner thigh. I instinctively ran my hand down the front of my gym shorts, lightly stroking the inside of my hips, gently brushing my outer pussy lips as I went. I was conscious that I had elected (as I often did) to go without knickers and could already feel myself becoming slick as a desperate dull ache started to throb between my legs. My heartbeat began to rise with nervous anticipation as I considered where I could go to relieve my pent-up sexual frustration.

That's when I saw it, a small toilet block a little out of the way from the other campers at the rear of the campsite. That'll have to do, I thought. By this point my nipples shot out like bullets poking through the thin material of my shirt, and I could feel my pussy practically vibrating; with any thought of continuing my holiday, celibacy was out of the question.

There were 3 stalls, all of which were empty, thank God, because the moment I swung open the door, I dropped my hand down and started to tease my pussy over my shorts with soft, slow strokes. My brain had switched off, and my libido was very much in control. Entering into the end stall, I wasted no time removing my shorts, shoes, and socks. Going barefoot in a public toilet may have seemed a bit strange, and though I don't have a foot fetish myself, I have been complimented many times on how pretty my feet are. In particular, the first guy I ever got with said I have "cute little toes" before sucking on them during sex, which had immediately pushed me over the edge and left me a dripping mess. Since then, wearing heels or pretty sandals that show them off has always made me feel extra sexy.

With one hand lightly tugging and massaging my nipples, I went to work on my needy little pussy, alternating between working my clit and dipping my fingers into my dripping wet slit, lost in a fantasy I had been working on involving getting secretly fingered in one of my uni lectures by the hot guy who always insisted on sitting next to me. I brought myself close multiple times, lost in the pleasure, unwilling to allow it to end when I heard the unmistakable sound of the toilet door opening and a man stepping into the cubicle next to mine.

I snapped my legs closed instinctively, reaching for my shorts. Though it was impossible for him to know what I was up to, my heart began to hammer in my chest with all the shame and embarrassment of someone who had just been caught in the act. I was frozen, bent forward with my clothes pressed against my chest, and for a few moments I stayed like that, barely willing to draw breath. When a naughty realization came to me, the first two fingers of my right hand were still firmly buried inside my now drenched pussy. Clearly my body was not ready to give in just yet, and besides, he would be gone in a minute.

I slowly leaned back and spread my legs out as though inviting him to have his way with me and as though to move on myself. My mind was made up. I pulled my shirt up over my head and let it fall to the floor. Naked, exposed, and on the verge of cumming my brains out. Every light tap of my clit felt like electricity, and every thrust of my fingers sent an explosion of pleasure ripping through my body. I put one foot out onto the side wall of the cubicle in an attempt to steady the tremble in my legs. That's when I saw it.

A number of small holes in the dividing wall between the cubicles. Large enough to slide a pen through but too small for a finger. With a number of other carved marks in the wall that someone had tried to break through that I had seemingly been too preoccupied to notice.

I leaned forward and peered through the larger of the holes, and two things happened at once: a sudden movement from the other side of the wall and a noise that sounded very much like "oh shi…" I shoved my hand out to cover the hole whilst I reflected on what I had just seen...

Was that an eye staring back at me? It had moved so quickly I could barely tell. No. Surely not. The hole is too small. It's not possible to see. I kept my hand against the wall but once again became consciously aware that I was still teasing my pussy with slow circles, rolling my clit between my fingers, with all thoughts of being caught gone, replaced by the overwhelming need to satisfy my pussy's slutty desires. I moved my hand and began going to town.

Both hands rubbing and fingering my needy pussy, I was only slightly aware of the noises that were coming from the stall next door. In an explosion of pleasure, my orgasm tore through my body. It was impossible to silence. My hand slapped to my mouth, doing nothing to quiet my high-pitched moans of satisfaction and delight as I lay slumped basking in the afterglow of my success; the stall next door was reaching their own climax. Low groans and, through a sharp exhale of breath, the words "Oh, fuck, you sexy bitch." With that sound, my brain, which had apparently been switched off, snapped back into action. Not only had he quite obviously been able to see everything, but the door to his cubicle opened, and with 2 footsteps, he was outside my door. He pressed lightly against it, I can only imagine, to see if I had left it open for him to join me. I had not, and once again I was frozen, but this time in blind panic.

Please God, don't say anything, don't do anything, just leave. Leave and don't turn back. To my relief he must have got the message that I was frantically trying to send using telepathy. The tap sounded, followed closely by the hand dryer. Am I in the clear...?

I heard the door to the toilets open, but before it closed, "Thanks for the show, sweetheart!!" My eyes welled up, whether through joy, relief, or delayed fright I'm not entirely sure, but I smiled, and all the while I cleaned myself up and got dressed, I kept smiling. The thought of being watched, having someone enjoy my body while I put on a show, had led to the most intense orgasm of my life. I was confused and surprised at myself that I had been so bold. But my mind raced with thoughts of strangers seeing me, flashing them. A nip slip... a bent-over pussy flash. I was after all a quote "sexy bitch"; why not have fun with it? My heart still beats faster in anticipation of what I will do with my newfound fetish. All I knew for now was that I wanted more, much more...

To be continued...