I remember masturbating nearly every day when I was a teenager. It was like a contest sometimes. I'd run home after college, run up to my room, and try to make myself cum before my sisters came home. As I got older, I started being more adventurous. I'd eave the bedroom door open and keep myself on the edge of cumming until I'd hear the front door open and then I'd let myself have a mind blowing climax. I knew I'd have about a minute before they'd head upstairs, and it made the feeling so much more intense to imagine getting caught in the midst of something like that. I never did get caught "red handed", but I had a few funny looks. Thinking back on it, they probably suspected what I was doing. Back then, I didn't think about how flushed my face gets or how out of breath I can get. When I was 17, I had my first 'public orgasm'. My friend Janine, from school, lived around the corner from us and her family had just put a hot tub in. We used to hang out together, and she invited me over to check it out one Friday night. Her family was friends with my family, so it wasn't anything special for me to be over there. The hot tub was in the back patio, and we climbed in it and played around, pretending to be rich and famous or whatever. The patio had a big sliding glass door that gave a clear view into the living room and kitchen of the house, and of course gave a clear view from there back to the hot tub. Inside the house, Janine's mom was making dinner, her dad was watching the news, and her brother was building a model on the living room floor. We had just discovered the controls for the jacuzzi jets and were playing around with them when the phone rang and Janine's brother came to the screen door with it in hand, telling her it was for her. She got out of the tub to get the phone, and I sat there letting the strong jets of hot water massage my back. As soon as I heard the sliding door, I worked my hand down between my legs and starting massaging my clit through my bathing suit. I always get turned on when I'm wearing spandex. I remember wondering if I could make myself cum before she got back. A minute later, Janine called for me and I whipped my hand out of my crotch and stood up in the tub. She and her mom were standing at the sliding door with the phone cord stretched as far as it would go. As I turned around to face them, I felt the hot jet of water that had been on my back hit me squarely between the legs."It's ok, you don't have to get out. Anne wants to know what time you'll be home and Mom wants to know if you want to stay for dinner." I started to answer, but she listend into the phone again and waved me off. "Hang on."
Her mom smiled at me, waiting for Janine, as I moved a little closer to the jet and spread my legs slightly. I remember it feeling soooooo good. From where they were standing, I didn't think they could see any lower than my bellybutton, so I was really enjoying what was happening. Here I was, masturbating right in front of them!
I had already been pretty worked up, and this was better than my hands had ever been. I was unprepared for how quickly the jets worked. I'd say it took less than 30 seconds before I felt myself passing the point of no return. Her mom had turned away toward the TV and Janine was looking down while she talked into the phone when the first climax hit. I moaned a little, and I don't think they really heard it, but both looked back at me.
Sometimes, I get into this state where I can keep having little mini-orgasms if I keep some sort of stimulation going. They're not as intense as the initial one, but they're still definitely a rush of pleasure and a release. After a while, I start to get sore, but it's pretty common for me to bring myself to 5 or 6 of these in a row. (I don't know what my limit is, but I know I can get stomach cramps after 25 or so. I know this because a girlfriend once did that to me with a vibrator while I was tied down.)
Anyway, that's what happened. I remember standing there, riding these waves of pleasure while Janine asked me if I wanted to go to the movies after dinner, and her mom told me it'd be ready in 15 minutes or so. It was an incredible turn on for me, having these little climaxes again and again while we figured out which movie to see.Like I cared. :-) That memory has been the source of many masturbation sessions for me. I still remember the feeling of sheer *liberation* while I was standing there. I can't explain it, and I apologize if you find it offensive, but there's just wildly exciting about being that turned on in front of people without them knowing about it. Anyway, it made my already fertile imagination grow by leaps and bounds and pretty much from then on I've had a thing for getting myself off in a public setting. For a long time, I was still very afraid of getting caught, though, and didn't really push the limits. I would do things like, when we had company over, walk into the next room and make myself cum a few times. Or, if I was in an empty section at the library, or in the dressing rooms in clothing stores (I love that!). And, of course, I spent a lot of time with Janine and her hot tub that year. I'm pretty sure she figured out the magic of the jets, too.
In college, I got my first vibrators. Boy, did that change masturbation for ever. Even so, it wasn't until I started working at the mall that I really got into the public thing. If you've read "Hidden Fun", you know about my job and about my little sessions at my desk at work. And you also know about the little micro-butterfly vibrators that I swear by.
Whenever I wake up feeling a little aroused, I wear one to work. They're amazing. I usually wear it over my panties and under some tight workout shorts. The shorts hold it snug against me, and the panties keep it from chafing too much.The first 2 that I bought were the standard kind with the controls on the end of a 3 foot long cord. I'd usually coil the cord up and stick the control in the wasteband of my shorts. Then, as long as I wear a long sweatshirt or whatever, nobody can see anything. It's sometimes a little inconvenient to reach the controls, but that often becomes part of the fun. Once I learned I could wear these under my clothes, I've had great climaxes in all sorts of places. When I'm wearing one, I routinely buzz myself to 2 or 3 orgasms a day at work. Sometimes, at lunch, I'll leave it on low and walk around the mall to the food court letting the mini-orgasms come and go. I love the rush (of both excitement and fear) I get when I run into a friend who wants to chat for a few minutes. Can they hear it? (usually not, it's very quiet and the mall is very loud) Can they tell I'm incredibly aroused? Can they tell I'm about to have an ORGASM? Can they tell I'm HAVING an orgasm?
Women, if you don't have one, you're missing out! I've worn mine to movies, clubs (now that was fun, I'll tell that story in a minute!), parties, the grocery store, while driving, while out for a walk around the neighborhood, while getting gas...
As I mentioned, I'm bi - though it's been a while since I've had an actual boyfriend, I have lots of male friends.