First of all, I would like to thank all those who have offered me their support, either in the comments or by email. You

First of all, I would like to thank all those who have offered me their support, either in the comments or by email. You all come out very handsome, by the way, both those who have sent me full body photos, and Those of you who have sent me your cocks or your tits. Many thanks for the offers of "avoid your desire to masturbate by riding my mount" at no added cost, or to "give free rein to the addiction via webcam", but for now I prefer to keep trying with my psychologist. I didn't expect a received similar, so I thank you again for the warm welcome. ----------------------------------------- After the exhausting day when I chose to dive into my addiction, I thought that If there was any way to get the urge to masturbate out of my head, it would be with my other great hobby: shopping. I put on my first shoes I found it, I grabbed the bag and I went to one of those mega-malls with dozens of stores of all kinds: shoes, pants, clothing latest, vintage fashion, accessories, lingerie, even socks. The idea was to spend the day secluded there. From one store to another trying on little outfits and, if you find a bargain, hit the credit card credit. The sales period had long passed, although some stores still announced the occasional offer to alleviate the economic crisis and that people continued buying. The new summer season was in full swing. apogee. Bikinis, airy garments and sandals were without a doubt the top stars. Reviewing bikinis, I found one that was perfect for one I have. The panties pistachio color with sky blue seams, and the upper part the other way around, blue with green seams. It came to me that Sunday the morning, hungover, at the community pool. It was early and I had the pool to myself. The water was slightly cold and made an impression at first, but once inside, it was delicious and it was impossible to want to leave before finishing with your fingertips like raisins. The stillness of the sunny tomorrow invited all kinds of obscene thoughts, at least in a mind degenerate like mine. The water jets from the water cycle were still lit. Who has not stood with their back to the jet, glued to the edge of the swimming pool as if it were a hydromassage? Who has not turned around, standing facing forward, hitting the water against the chest? Who hasn't thought how delicious that jet of water would be focused on that area that everyone are we thinking? And who hasn't tried it? Forming an angle of ninety degrees on the edge, with her breasts crushed against the arid ground under the weight of my own body, with my legs in the water and the furious stream of water impacting directly on the most appropriate site. The excitement growing exponentially every minute, biting my lips to try to avoid making a fuss, eyes closed while I imagine the god Neptune delving into my intimacies, looking for a way to undo the knots of the bikini bottoms and thus be able to put a trident into operation of cocks. And when one of my hands, pretending to be distracted and hiding the perfection, he pushes the garment aside and the water hits me violently. mount of venus, wham!, the inopportune neighbors on the 2nd left make an act of appearance. It's about those moments of suffering after the interruption. You know that the heat is going to last a few more minutes, that you could resume it almost from the point you left it. But if the critical time is exceeded, if exceeds the No Heat Point, everything goes to waste. In those days, I lived in full onanistic ecstasy, I spent the hot summer afternoons sweating bullets and cumming again and again. That was the summer of the rolled towel, a really masturbation method satisfactory, but returning to the pool, exit as it was was not going to leave even for the PdNC to approach. I completely submerged myself again in the water, hiding thus the exalted state of my nipples above the bikini, and I waited to see if the Neighbors got involved or not. While I waited, one of my hands was busy keep my bunny alert. After verifying that they had no intention of get in, I untied the side knots of the panties. The feeling of nakedness Underwater made me even hornier. My right hand started wreaking havoc in my horny pussy, alternating sporadic caresses on the clitoris and brief digital forays into my interior with pats on the lips, the latter resulting in an erotic combination of underwater pressure and the vibrations of tapping on the clitoris. Of course, the factor morbid to be jerking off just a few meters from my neighbors, I also played a important factor in that offering to Onan. Then everything rushed. My neighbor sat up, preparing to take a refreshing bath. My brain gave the order to stop my hands, but these are the They performed the other way around, and instead of stopping, they increased the pace. two fingers They embedded themselves deep in my pussy, carrying me in flight towards a total and absolute ecstasy. I didn't know where to go. The orgasm was getting so close fast like my neighbor. The free hand, which was holding the bikini bottoms, opened and went down to help the other with caresses on my pubis and on the center of pleasure for every woman. I began to feel the gestation of that sudden energy released in each orgasm. I bit my lips, closed my eyes and I submerged completely under water. I came like never before. I exhaled a mouthful of air that out of the water would have become a thunderous cry of pleasure, but in this case it was limited to a string of bubbles. The body I was shaking uncontrollably. Although he was in a difficult situation, in the seconds that followed that immense explosion of pleasure there was only one idea swarming through my head: I had to repeat it. Fortunately, when the death rattles of the orgasm were disappearing, I recovered some common sense. I took out the With my head out of the water, I rinsed my eyes and watched as my neighbor crouched down. the edge of the pool and picked up the part of the bikini that my mischievous hand had released moments before. My cheeks were acquiring a marked tone crimson. - Don't worry, he reassured me, it has happened to all of us at some point - he assured me. with a wide smile that left me disconcerted. - I... He held out the small garment to me, and I proceeded to put it on, clumsily. - Since it happened to me once on the beach and I had to go out covering myself with my hand, I only wear one-piece bikinis now, no laces or knots. She accompanied the clarification by giving the band of her bikini a light tug while laughed. Something of tranquility invaded my being when I realized that it had not been "hunted." However, I rushed out of the pool anyway, grabbed the towel and I returned to the safety of home. It was there that I discovered that I had put the panties backwards, the back part in front and the front part in the back, leaving my buttocks slightly exposed. I left the bikini in its place, and looked back and forth in the store. maybe just A few short seconds had passed, but my mind had recreated itself with those memories with an unprecedented lucidity, in what seemed to me endless hours. A slight characteristic sting emerged from my bass belly. I decided to change stores, hoping it would go away.