#3105: Alone In A Crowd
Original photo: @agathesorlet
It’s been three weeks since Lilly’s boyfriend left for a work trip, and the pent-up desire is driving her mad. Reminiscing about the times they were intimate on the streets of London, she retraces their usual path to remind herself just how good it felt to be together.
We’d really love your support on our mission to create ethical erotic audio. To help keep the stories cuming please visit ourPatreon link below, thanks for all your help, foxy friends 🦊
https://www.patreon.com/cumwithus
So Enjoy our Erotic Audio Stories and Cum With Us
Listen on:
Transcript
I ended the video call and sighed, feeling empty as the longing completely took over me. My boyfriend, Luke, had been away for almost a month at that point, and it was driving me mad. Of course, we could still talk and video chat, but it wasn’t the same. I was used to having him near me, to constant touches and kisses. I was never afraid to admit that I am a very physical person and that I need to be as close to my partner as possible at all times. When Luke was home, we would constantly kiss, touch each other, hug, and, of course, the best part of all, have passionate, enjoyable sex.
Ever since we got together, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and we never planned to stop. That same need translated even to the moments we spent in public. Some might be scandalized by the idea of people getting off at the risk of being caught in such a situation, but for us, it was simply an extra dose of adrenaline that left our hearts racing and our blood pumping. There was nothing I wanted more than to experience it with Luke again and again. But he was away, and I was on my own, so what could I possibly do to scratch that itch?
We did have sex over video calls, multiple times, but I had to admit that without the element of danger, it wasn’t the same. I also tried to satisfy myself alone, closing my eyes as I lay in bed and imagined Luke with me, touching and caressing my body, but once again, it wasn’t the same. So, at the peak of my desperation, I came up with a solution—one that would satisfy my needs just right.
I smiled and got dressed. It was early morning, and I had many places to visit before I could finally get what I wanted. I put on a red top that covered my arms and chest, but I didn’t wear any panties under my mid-length plaid skirt, making myself more accessible. With a long coat over the outfit, I took one last look in the mirror and smiled. I knew the idea would work, but there were risks along with the pleasure to come, and I had to make sure I looked well put together before going out. I looked cute and sweet, just the way I wanted. No one would ever think that a woman who looked like me might masturbate in public.
My first stop was a bus stop. I remembered clearly standing there with Luke, surrounded by people, while my hand stroked his cock beneath his clothes. I smiled as I waited patiently for the bus to arrive. As expected, it was crowded, everyone eager to reach their destination. I stepped inside and made my way to the far corner. Before doing anything, I looked around to make sure I wasn’t drawing attention. Only then did I allow my hand to slip under my coat and beneath my skirt. My heart pounded in my throat as I started to touch myself.
At first, I was cautious and slow, careful not to disturb anyone or make a scene. But as time passed, I began taking more risks. I ran my finger over my clit, feeling the wetness coat my skin as pleasure slowly built inside me. I looked at the man standing in front of me. He could surely feel the movement of my hand against his back, but did he know what I was doing? I doubted it. I glanced around again and saw that no one was watching. Everyone on the bus was too wrapped up in their own lives to notice that someone right beside them was touching her pussy. I smiled, feeling even more excited.
The more I touched myself, the better it felt. It became harder to hide my reactions. I bit my lower lip, trying not to make a sound, and thankfully the noise of the bus covered any soft sighs or whimpers escaping me. My clit ached, my hand slick with my own wetness, when I realized my stop was approaching. I silently swore, still touching myself. It didn’t matter. I could sacrifice one ruined orgasm as long as I got one by the end of the day. I swallowed hard, pulled my hand away, and wiped it with a napkin I’d brought with me. I could smell my arousal on it, but I hoped no one else could.
As I moved toward the exit, I felt a light touch from the man who had been standing in front of me. I turned and saw something wild in his eyes. Whether he knew what I’d been doing or not, he didn’t expose me, and that was all that mattered.
The bus stopped in front of the library, and I smiled at the tall brick building. I remembered Luke pressing me against the shelves, spreading my legs, and fucking me in a dark corner. It was one of my favorite memories, and I couldn’t wait to relive it, even if only by myself.
Inside, the library was full of life, mostly students preparing for exams. I smiled at the sight, already imagining how easily I could find a place for myself. I went up to the second floor, grabbed a random book, and sat at a table, opening it to a random page. There weren’t many people nearby, so I spread my legs and slipped my hand between them again.
My clit still ached from earlier, but I knew the pleasure would come. I teased myself slowly, watching the students around me, unaware of what was happening nearby. My fingers slid lower, teasing my opening. I was wetter than ever, and the realization only made me move faster.
I bit the inside of my cheek, struggling to stay quiet. My nipples were hard, my body tense, and it was getting harder to suppress the moans building inside me. I knew I had to stay in control if I didn’t want to get caught.
I was ready to push my fingers inside and fuck myself properly when I noticed a student looking for a place to sit. He chose my table. I knew I might have finished if I stayed, but the sounds and scent would have been too obvious. I had to leave, still unsatisfied and on edge. It didn’t matter. I knew the next stop would give me the chance I needed.
I left the library and headed toward the park. It was full of greenery and hiding spots, perfect for what I needed. As I walked the paths, I noticed how many people were enjoying the sunny day. I stayed cautious, remembering how Luke and I once found a tree late in the evening to satisfy each other. Maybe the same idea would work again.
I stepped off the path and into the line of trees. It was secluded enough for me to relax. I leaned against a tree and slipped my hand under my skirt again. I was soaked. My body tensed as I touched myself, a soft moan slipping out. I glanced around occasionally, but soon I became too needy to care.
I pushed my fingers inside and fucked myself, pleasure spreading through me like fire. My knees felt weak, my breathing heavy. I was so close, convinced I’d finish before being interrupted—but I was wrong.
Laughter and loud voices startled me. A group carrying a picnic basket was heading straight toward the trees. I cursed under my breath, pulled my fingers free, and left the park more frustrated than before.
I nearly gave up, but there was one last place to try. If it didn’t work, I would stop altogether.
The final stop was the restaurant Luke and I had visited for our anniversary. That night, we had shared more than just a meal in the restroom, and somehow we hadn’t been caught. I’d thought about it often. Now it was time to relive it.
I sat at a table in the middle of the room. At first, the risk made me tense, but soon I stopped caring. As long as I didn’t get caught, I could finally get what I needed. I slipped my hand under the table and touched myself.
I was far too wet to pace myself. I stroked my clit, then fingered myself, the table shaking slightly until I leaned back and steadied it. When a waiter approached, I paused briefly, hoping my posture looked natural. With my fingers still buried inside me, I placed my order. Once he left, I resumed, faster and harder.
I bit my lip, struggling to stay silent as pleasure overtook me. When orgasm hit, I covered my mouth with my free hand, trying to suppress the sound. The thought of being discovered only made it more intense. A muffled moan escaped anyway, but no one seemed to notice.
When it passed, I sat up straight and looked around. No one had seen. I wiped my hand with a napkin, smiling as my heart raced and my breath slowly returned to normal.
When my food arrived, I ate eagerly, already thinking about the story I would tell Luke the next time he called.