I decided to go to the mall next to living my fantasy. I decided to wear a pair of Ben Wa balls. I love love balls, they give me enough stimulation to keep me warm and annoyed, and if I’m really excited, they can also make me cum pleasantly without touching me. I also took my netbook with me to take notes on how I could further develop the history of Amsterdam. I sat in the Starbucks of the mall and ordered a high cappuccino and started thinking about history and its characters.

The good thing about Ben Wa’s balls is that they’re completely quiet. No one will suspect that something “inappropriate” is happening, at least until I can remain silent. I pressed my pelvic muscles and soon felt the familiar feeling of them moving in me, clicking together, caressing my walls. I admit, I got wet - well, it was the idea of wearing it then - and I started looking at people in the store and in the mall. Housewives, doing chores, teens spend their allowances, some businessmen and none of them knew I was sitting there, having profile of an erotic story on my screen and working on a state where excitement gradually began to change in a need.

I was breathing a little faster, feeling a little warm and I knew the light pink color covered my chest. I reached the point where I didn’t need to concentrate much to have my pussy tighten and make them move and I was happy to wear tight cotton panties that would catch the moisture I felt build. I noticed a woman, maybe in her early 1930s look at me from time to time, and I realized she could see from her place my little movements when I pressed my balls in me. The idea that it could have been suspicious that something was happening sent a rush of excitement and embarrassment through me, making me squeeze hard on the balls, causing one to press against the entrance of my breast and the other push on my g-point, the so strong feelings that I had to fight the desire to reach between my legs. In front of her from the corner of my eyes, I still saw her look at me, not openly but still… and I tried to breathe deeply and I tried to relax.

I was wondering what you’d think if you knew I liked secretly in public. You think I’m a pervert? Or enjoy it, maybe even secretly excited? I was wondering if it was bi or even… And I saw her. She was not what would be called a beauty, she did not wear make up and her figure showed that she was not spending much time in the gym, but she had pretty great breasts offered under her t-shirt, breasts that were supported by an old fashion conservative bra that was clearly outlined under her top.

He stopped looking and he was drinking his coffee, reading a magazine and trying to focus on my story again. I pressed the balls again, letting them move every few seconds and felt like my pussy started doing it alone. .

Squeeze… relax… squeeze… Yeah. a harder compression… I breathed stronger, feeling my humidity had reached my panties… a man walking, smiling at me… if he knew… I almost felt feverish now and looked at the woman again, only to see her place was empty now. I realize my legs move slightly every time I shake my pussy and I know I need sperm. I guess the woman is between my legs, licking me and the mental picture is so strong, that I’m hard not to complain.

I close my netbook and get up, I didn’t want to wait anymore and I went to the bathroom. The guy at the desk looks at me while I walk and I wonder briefly what he would do if he knew what I was doing. I felt the balls move in me as I walk and am happy to wear panties as it kept them falling as my pussy strings them again without my will.

I walk into the bathroom, a stable is busy and I lean into the other, I wait a moment, uncertain if I have to wait until the other person has gone, but then the idea of doing it while a stranger sits next to me, separated only by a thin wall takes me and shakes my balls. I focus on feelings in me.

The heat on my breasts… the need of my clitoris, begging to be touched… to squeeze… the heat that builds in me… tighten. . He caress my legs, I feel my breath speeding up and trying to be quiet… … slightly touching my panties, feeling a gasoline, my gas. My pussy has a life alone now, making love for the balls in it and leaning back with my eyes closed. I feel that love in my pussy will accelerate.. Sweetly… God, his to my end again… My hands cover my breasts through my cloths, they crush them slightly, then more difficult… I feel the rust of cloth in the stable next to me, as the person gets up, but I am beyond the care as the sneezing of my pussy turns into warm waves that swallow my body and then into spasms that make me tense and inhaled abruptly, biting my lower lip in an almost successful attempt to stay quiet.

I sit on the toilet, feeling my breath slowly returning to normal as the toilet door opens and closes and I feel the wonderful race to be almost taken as I wonder if the woman next door understood what just went up.