There she was, a young woman from the local college, sitting all by herself on one of those benches inside of the busy mall. She was quite a cute girl, one whose beauty and sexual flavor caught my eye long enough for me to discover something else very interesting about her. She had dirty blond hair tied neatly in the back, wore a light jacket, and an extremely tight pair of blue jeans. The blue jeans, and what she was doing with them, is what caught my attention.
I am a middle-aged man in my mid forties, and very happily married. When this little hottie on the bench first caught my attention, I was standing in one of those lingerie stores, looking for something erotic to buy my wife so we could have fun later that night. I work in the corporate world, and having come to the mall straight from a meeting with some important clients, I was dressed quite neatly in an expensive suit and tie. Certainly I did not look the part of a pervert, which came in handy as I was standing by myself in a women's lingerie store, looking out into the hallway at a young cutie sitting by herself on the bench.
As I've said, the girl on the bench first caught my eye because she was cute, and I totally love a girl in tight blue jeans. But as I was turning away from my brief perusal of her, something about her posture seemed unusual, and curiosity prompted that I give her a second look. She was sitting cross-legged on the bench, leaning somewhat forward, and most importantly was slowly rocking methodically back and forth. She did so mildly, and most people wouldn't even have noticed it. But she was rocking herself with purpose, I was quite certain of it. Watching this for a few moments trying to piece it together, it was only when I looked up at the occupied expression on her face that I realized what she was doing. She was rocking back and forth, masturbating her clitoris against her tight blue jeans . . . in the middle of a mall!
Now, I remember when I was back in college I had the rare opportunity to watch a girl a few rows in front of me doing the same thing, right in class. She was doing it so slowly and subtly, no one in the class was any the wiser for it. I caught her doing it quite frequently. She turned me on so much whenever she did this, I had to go to the restroom frequently to relieve myself. Watching her get herself off that way, and brazenly doing it in class in such an exhibitionist way turned this into a total fetish for me. So my eye has become quite attuned in looking for and finding women doing such naughty things to themselves in public places.
Needless to say, when I caught a glimpse of this horny girl secretly satisfying herself in a crowded mall, I instantly forgot about buying hot neglige for my wife, and hid myself behind a rack of brassieres, where I could get a better look at this girl masturbating - without anyone seeing me leering at her!
A few women walking past her clearly did notice what she was doing. Some gave her dirty looks, others elbowed their girlfriend and pointed to her, and the two would smirk. For the ones who did recognize what she was doing to herself, I wondered if that was because they had done the same thing at one point in their lives too.
This young lady was rocking herself very slowly and secretively. She knew full well she was doing so in front of a mall full of people: that was the whole point! The subtle exhibitionist was having her fun. Every once in a while the focused look on her face would go away and she'd pan around to look at the passer-bys. No doubt she was checking to see if anyone was on to her, to see if security was coming, or if a group of guys who had caught on had stopped to watch. Maybe she was also looking around to make brief eye contact with guys who were none the wiser that this girl they were checking out was actually rocking her way to an orgasm. How naughty she must have felt!
Feeling I was hiding behind this particular rack of sexy bras too long, to avoid suspicion I moved to another secure position and pretended to be looking them over. It was then I realized watching this girl getting herself off was getting to me as well: there was a considerable bulge in my thin dress pants which I simply couldn't hide. That extreme prominence made things more interesting when an attractive saleslady walked up to me and asked me if I needed any help. I saw her steal quite a double take at my crotch and bulge. She smiled to herself, slightly embarrassed, and walked on to the next customer. She must have figured my hardon was caused by the skimpy female undergarments in the store and how they'd look on my lady. I'm sure it wasn't the first time she'd seen guys with boners in the store. But in my case, I guessed she had no idea what was actually making me so hard.
Pretending to be shopping for knickers or evening gowns or whatever other piece of clothing was hanging from the particular rack I was hiding behind, I turned my attention once again to the girl on the bench. She was now extremely aroused by her show. She was no longer being slow and inconspicuous. Everyone else was still oblivious to what she was doing, but anyone who had actually taken the time to stop and observe her from behind a rack of undergarments could now put two plus two together. She was getting near. It was approaching: that glorious grand finale of self love.
Having watched this sort of thing many times before back in college, I was watching for the telltale signs. She was doing this in public, and would try to stifle both her sounds and motions as best she could. And how hard that must be! So I was on the lookout for any increased facial expression, grasping of the bench with her hands, slight tremor, and any change of pace to her rocking. She did not disappoint. Her eye lids started to close, first a squint, and then shut closed hard. Her hands indeed did grasp the bench, as her gyrations slightly altered, almost stopping completely. Her head dropped, her chin resting on her chest. But the most noticeable indicator of her ecstacy was in the way she pursed her lips together tightly, lest that orgasmic moan slip out into the crowded mall, giving up her game to everyone.
For a few seconds she sat there nearly motionless, with eyes closed still, basking in the glow as the last waves of orgasm washed over her, sending a few shivers and one fairly noticeable twitch her way. She took a deep and satisfied breath, her face grew flush, and at last she opened her eyes. They quickly darted all around in very guilty fashion, to see if anyone had witnessed what she had just done. She even turned her head toward the lingerie store where a certain well-dressed man with a total boner in his dress pants was hiding behind some very erotic clothing, and not paying them a stitch of attention. He did however anticipate her glance in his direction, and ready for it was found by her to be very absorbed with the price tags on a few skimpy items, and certainly not paying any attention whatsoever to anything happening out in the hall!
As she sat there for a while on the mall bench, soaking in what she had done, I actually did pick something out of the rack for my wife. The same cute salesgirl that had done a double-take at my bulging pants earlier happened by again, and this time to my surprise took a not so accidental and very extended look at my bulging crotch. Her gaze lingered on it for quite a bit before she looked up at me with a smile. Her head quickly swung to the right, directly at the blond girl on the bench, and she said quietly to me, "I see her doing that every once in a while right there. It's her favorite spot. God, I wish I was brave enough to do that! You're the first guy I've ever seen who even noticed what she was doing. Kinda hot, actually."
