Jessica closed her journal and put it back inside the shelf. It was masturbation journal -- she wrote down an entry every time she would masturbate and mention where, how and when she did it. Jessica loved masturbation and she loved doing it in public, that's why this journal was quite a thick one. Being now 27, she'd been keeping it for the past ten years now, having masturbated in nearly every place imaginable.
Recently, she'd been letting strangers catch her in the act and watch her. She found that this turned her on a great deal and caused her orgasm to be much more powerful.
Locking the door to her house, Jessica headed down to the local cafe. Stepping inside, she ordered a cappuccino, got it and took a seat at one of the outside tables. Nobody else sat outside but there were quite a few people passing by. Living in Brooklyn, New York, it was obviously an urban location, but the streets weren't too packed. Jessica sat in a corner where it'd be hard to see what she was doing (unless of course she wanted to be seen), especially since she'd be doing it under the table.
She wore a short skirt that day with no panties along with a tight pink top that showed off her well-sized tits nicely. She loved her tits and she enjoyed playing with them.
In the past few days, Jessica started fantasizing about the girls that passed by as she masturbated. She loved men but she was a bit curious about the opposite sex, having never been in any sort of encounter with another woman.
Slipping her right hand below the table, Jessica went to work. She slid two of her fingers deep inside her pussy and began working her fingers in and out. She watched a couple walk by as they held hands and she imagined how they fucked during the evenings and how wild they must be. She watched a sexy teenage girl passing by and fantasized about how great it would be to watch the girl play with herself. She watched as a younger man passed by and as her eyes were glued to the bulge in his pants, she wondered how often he jacks off. Jessica was a very naughty girl. Jessica was really getting into it now, her fingers pumping furiously in and out of her wet pussy. She was so into it that she didn't even notice that there was now somebody standing right next to her.
"I said, do you have the time?"
Jessica looked up, keeping her right hand below the table, and realized that there was a fairly attractive young man standing there. His eyes wandered all around, coming back to her face every now and than. Jessica responded, "Yes, I do --" but than froze as she realized her watch was on her right hand. Bravely, after pushing her skirt down, she pulled her hand out from under the table. Her fingers were wet with her juices and sweat and her aroma wasn't hard to pick up. The young man smiled as Jessica gave him the time.
"Something smells good..." he said and Jessica froze again, staring at him. "Must be the coffee, I think I'll get some." He grinned at her and moved his eyes down from her face to where her crotch was under the table, as if he knew what Jessica was doing. As he went into the cafe, Jessica watched him with interest. He must have been in his early twenties, somewhat built and a nice looking face. He returned with a cup of coffee and walked over to where Jessica was. "Mind if I sit here?" He smiled again and Jessica, somewhat hesitant, replied, "no, go right ahead." She had been caught masturbating before but nobody ever did anything about it. When men or women usually realized it, they'd just watch her from a distance or just keep on walking. "I'm Dave," he introduced himself as he sat down. Jessica extended her hand, the one she'd been masturbating with, as she said "Jessica, nice to meet you." David shook her hand, held onto it and than kissed it gently. He smiled again.
David was a fairly attractive young man who was well built. He didn't work out, but he did jog every morning to keep in shape. He was of average height with dark black hair and green eyes. "I've been watching you for a while now, Jessica." She was taken by shock. She of course knew people had seen her, but what exactly did David mean when he said he'd been watching her for a while?
He pointed out a window on the second floor in the apartment across the street from the cafe. "That's where I live. I first saw you about a week ago, I knew what you were doing from the start. I followed you one day and saw you masturbating on the train too, than in that phone booth. You're a wild one, aren't you?" David once again smiled an all-knowing smile. Jessica was red, she didn't know how to respond. "Hey, I don't want to scare ya or anything. I just think it's really hot what you're doing... whenever I'd see you here, I'd watch from my apartment window... masturbating..."
