Shopping is not a cure-all.With his legs trembling, and a

Shopping is not a cure-all. With his legs trembling, and a noticeable humidity in the hinge where he together, I left that store with my cheeks redder than normal, or at least At least that was my impression, because I felt like I was burning because of the blush. Although it is most likely that it went unnoticed by the vast majority of people present in the shopping center, the truth is that in those moments of palpable excitement, it was as if he were the center of attention, like If I were an open book and all people realized my situation. Enter the first possible store, with the sole purpose of avoiding being surrounded by people. I picked up a couple of clothes absentmindedly, completely at random, and I hurriedly headed to the fitting rooms. I just wanted to spend a few minutes alone to catch their breath, think carefully about the situation and calm me down The cubicle was small in size, like practically any changing room in the company. history of humanity. An impractical stool, which I don't know why always there is one, if it is almost impossible to sit, and a huge full-length mirror, which It helped me realize how pathetic I was at that time, because no external sign indicated my state of excitement. That calmed me down slightly. I took deep breaths several times in a row. I glanced at the clothes I had unconsciously selected. a skirt too daring for my tastes, a couple of t-shirts that weren't my size, khaki pants and a brightly colored flowered dress summery After checking the size, I decided to try the pants on, although only out to do. I unbuttoned the ones I was wearing and began to take them off. I stood in profile and looked in the mirror. I was throwing a little ass, probably the fault of the number one sex substitute: chocolate, which had began to devour in enormous quantities. Even so, the buttocks still resisted the force of gravity, and they remained firm. I lifted my shirt to check if a belly was also developing in my belly or not. Feeling my hands move over my skin did everything but push away the excitement. My fingers covered every inch of my body, searching for lumps or granites. Subconsciously, I was returning to those days when I would put in front of a mirror and discovered my body, which naturally ended without exception in a delicious straw while I saw myself writhing in my reflection taste. I noticed curiously that a small stain of moisture was drawn on the part front of the thong she was wearing. My mouth watered just by think about masturbating right there. I introduced my left hand through the top, to see without surprise that my rabbit was already in its element. A intrepid finger entered without any difficulty inside my vagina. I huffed in ecstasy and narrowed my eyes. On the one hand, I needed to find myself again internally, on the other hand, I wanted to see myself in that mirror. The excitement had power of me. My breasts rose every time I took a deep breath, although my breathing was progressively speeding up. I put the thong aside with Be careful and I saw the slimy shine of my pussy shine. I put one foot up on the bench and My flower sensually defoliated under my attentive gaze. The petals are They unfolded and I was able to contemplate that organ of pleasure in all its splendor. The Fingertips ran up and down my lips, spreading my juices over me. everywhere. I remembered those explorations in front of the mirror and those warm orgasms that it gave me as soon as I was alone at home. I got into it my parents' room and there, with my mother's big mirror, I ran brutally over and over again. Small contractions shook me every time my limbs touched the clitoris flushed and excited, which became inevitable when I prepared to penetrate me with his middle finger, the longest of all. The palm of my hand was left overlapping in constant contact with my electrifying pearl, exerting a satisfactory pressure on it. Meanwhile, the finger was lost in me interior, caressing that special point that many women enjoy. The Excitement suddenly rose another level, catapulting me into onanist paradise. Vibrations close to the most intense burst of pleasure expanded through me. body, making me stagger without balance. I hit the wall with my back and I gasped as I stopped short, delaying the inevitable and enjoying the feeling of controlling a runaway horse. I moved the bank so that I could sit with my legs to the sides and place my back about it. The smallness of the place forced me to put one leg up, against the wall. Lying on the bench, I could still turn my head and enjoy of my body reflected in the mirror. I resumed the handjob, incorporating a second finger in the self-fucking process. The Another hand wanted to join the party, and found no better way to do it than, after scrubbing in the sea of ​​fluids that my body distilled, investigating my back door. My mind tried to gain some sanity, and the idea of ​​being discovered in the middle of work, it appeared in my head. However, that did not stopped, and could even say that the risk of being caught gave her a unusual load of morbidity to the situation, although it goes without saying that I I would have died of shame. - Miss? Are you okay? Do you need something? The saleswoman's voice echoed in my ears. I lost concentration and Balance, I slipped and fell from the bench to the floor with a crash. The height was not exaggerated, and the blow was more moral than physical, especially when the woman did not hesitate to wait for him to tell her that everything was going well, He closed the curtain and saw how a client was lying on the floor in a position incredible, with her ass in the air and with her fingers stuck in her pussy, cumming like crazy, victim of a true collapse of sensations. Shaken by a sudden unexpected orgasm, I felt without the strength to get up, cover me up or, at least, get indignant at its sudden irruption. I could only stay lying there on the ground, tasting the bittersweet sensation of that bullfight, and seeing the voyeur's face reflected in the mirror. This one, I guess in state of shock, he was also unable to react for a long time, until Finally he apologized in a small voice and closed the curtain again, returning me to the original intimacy. Violenced by what had just happened, neither of us went to word, and at least for my part, I was not even able to look up from the ground as I walked out at a fast pace after embarrassingly apologizing. It was clear that the shopping day was over for today. In the deepest part from my mind, the experience was recorded, not completely unknown, but with a different point that was worth remembering, and as I thought about it later at home, while releasing tension in the shower, perhaps repeat. No, impossible, ever. But what's wrong with me? Am I losing my mind?