Over the last few weeks, before my previous library date, I had been pushing myself to explore my sexuality, my desires and my fantasies.
I'd shown myself and masturbated in public or semi-public places, sometimes with my neighbour, experienced oral sex in the library with a stranger, and lost my virginity publicly in the same place. I shared a mutual masturbation date with not only my neighbour but also his cousin, who he'd 'mistakenly' brought along after he 'misunderstood' a note I'd posted through his door.
It was a daring and exciting time, and I loved it.
Some might consider me a tart or slut, but I didn't care about other people, just exploring my desires. My aunt was the same, a successful businesswoman, who took her pleasure where she pleased, her sexuality empowering her, not holding her back.
By chance, I bumped into the neighbour and his cousin in town. They were a little awkward saying hello, which I found funny considering what we'd been doing.
But then I found there is a power a strong, confident woman has over the shy, slightly socially innocent male, especially when that woman was sexually adventurous and didn't fit the 'norm' of how girls acted around them, as unpopular, 'nerds'.
The weather was mild, but rather than the shorter skirts I'd been favouring, I was dressed pretty conservatively in a mid-thigh, pale blue summer dress that buttoned up the front.
Underneath, I had slightly darker blue panties that just showed through but no bra, my nipples just visible in the right light.
They were going into a bar/restaurant, and as I had no plans, I asked if I could join them, choosing a semi-circular booth, when they enthusiastically said yes, which served the purpose of us sitting together out of sight of the main bar area.
When we had been served our drinks and were seated, with each of them on either side of me, I said directly, 'I saw you two watching me walk about naked in my room again, so did either of you two cum watching me?' They looked at one another, the neighbour nodded yes, a little red, but the cousin made me laugh when he said honestly.
'And when you were fingering yourself on your bed.'
I was taken aback but could only smile as the neighbour nudged the cousin, who looked at him a little annoyed before saying, 'can we ask you about something.'
Intrigued I said 'such as?'
They looked at each other, the neighbour nodding at him in a 'go on sort of way, and then he said. 'Sex things.'
This was getting interesting. 'What do you want to know?' I whispered.
'Do you, you know...' he went red, and the neighbour nudged him again, they'd obviously been talking about me, and he seemed to have been appointed spokesman...' touch yourself every day?'
I smiled, 'pretty much, don't you guys?'
They nodded shyly, and then the neighbour added
'More than once a day?'
They listened intently as I lowered my voice to a whisper and said. 'Twice, sometimes more.'
They were hanging on my every word, and I saw they were shifting a little, maybe getting uncomfortable, excited?'
I carried on. 'Usually when I'm taking my morning shower, then in the evening after my run, you know, when I get spied on.'
They both looked a little sheepish, but I added, 'You know I like that.'
'Do you just do it with your fingers?' he asked.
I smiled, knowing they were getting excited by my' confessions.'
Well depends where I am...' I could see that had them intrigued.' It's usually just my fingers, but I do have a small slim vibrator I like.
'Bet you'd love to see me using that?' I said naughtily.
'What did you mean? It depends where you are.' the cousin said quietly.
'Don't you just masturbate in the house?'
He looked at his cousin, adding, 'apart from, you know, those times outside on the patio.'
Smiling, I lowered my voice to a husky whisper.
'Well, I've done it in the lady's room at college, in a pub toilet in front of a barman, and you know I've done it in the library and on the stairs.'
'And you've probably seen the pictures from the photobooth for your geek friends have.' I said to the neighbour, who went a deeper red.
They were listening, engrossed, so I carried on.
'I have touched myself on the bus, in the cinema and in my car with a stranger watching. Sometimes I don't wear panties. Sometimes, I take them off, and sometimes I just ease them to one side to finger myself, but the most exciting thing is being seen. The chance of being caught is what turns me on most.'
'So You're really into masturbating to show off?' the cousin said.
