Female Masturbation Addiction Ch. 01

It was well into the flight that I realised that an orgasm was approaching so I reached into my back-pack, got my phone out and increased the vibrations.

It was no more than 2 minutes later that the orgasm hit me. I tried to keep as quiet and still as I could but my hands were giving the sides of my seat a death-grip, my body went rigid with my butt raised slightly off the seat, and I let out a few reasonably quiet moans. The other thing that happened was that my back-pack slid off my lap onto the floor.

All this attracted the attention of the guy who, up until then, had had his head turned to face his girlfriend and they had been continuously talking and kissing.

The guy looked at me for a split second then turned his head back to his girlfriend, then turned it back to face me for a better look, probably not believing what he had seen. You see my top had slid down a bit and both my nipples were exposed and with my back-pack sliding off my lap my bare thighs were on display right up to my stomach.

After a few seconds whilst his brain absorbed what he was looking at he asked,

"Are you okay?"

At that precise moment I was unable to answer him and it was a few seconds before I managed to say,

"Yes thank you, probably just an attack of nerves."

By then his girlfriend had turned her head to look at me.

"Are you sure that you're okay, you look all flustered and err, you appear to be having a bit of a wardrobe malfunction." The girl said.

I looked down my front then pulled my top up over my nipples, then pulled the sides of my skirt together and said,

"Oops, sorry about that."

"That's okay, these things happen, John, stop looking at the poor girl, you'll make her get all embarrassed."

"That's okay," I replied, "I'm sure that you will see a lot more skin that this on the beaches where we're going, I'm Emma by the way."

"Hi, I'm Jane and this pervert is John, sorry about him staring at you, are you sure that you're okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine now thank you."

I picked-up my back-pack and returned it to my lap so that my right hand could start discretely diddling my clit again as the girl and I chatted for a little while, all the usual stuff that people talk about in that situation and nothing exciting. Then the girl turned to her boyfriend and they started tongue wrestling again.

However, the guy was in the ideal position to look passed his girlfriend to me, and in particular my chest and lap. After I'd seen him looking a couple of times I decided to take advantage of the situation and firstly pulled my top down a bit so that my areolae were on display, then I moved my back-pack down to my knees so that he could see my right hand diddling my clit. This, the vibrator and my addiction were enough to start a slow build-up to another orgasm as I watched the guy watching me in his reflection on the window.

My second orgasm on that plane arrived just before the pilot told everyone to fasten their seatbelts because we were starting our descent and I was sure that the guy had realised that I was having an orgasm although he never said anything to his girlfriend.

When it came to disembarking the couple were up and away just as soon as they could and I was left to decide how much I was going to reveal as I got off. I decided that my top was going to be low enough at the front to reveal my areolae and the overlap of my skirt, or lack of it, was going to be in the middle at the front and the back hem was going to be 'accidentally' caught under my back-pack.

I wasn't really expecting anyone to notice because everyone would be more interested in getting through the airport and really starting their holidays but even just my goodies being uncovered in public was making me think about my pussy and how quickly I could get my fingers to it.

Unfortunately, I forgot all about the cabin crew standing near the exit to wish everyone a great holiday and I had to make some quick adjustments as I got near the front of the plane so as not to risk their wrath and maybe get banned from flying home with them.

The walk from the bottom of the plane's steps to the bus to take us to the terminal made up for my hasty cover-up when the wind took control of my skirt and my slit was on show to all the people already on the bus who were looking back to the plane. Of course I just ignored my skirt's antics and thought about what that Bethany in the clothes shop had said about the trips to that monument, wherever that was. I made a mental note to try to find a tour that went to it.

Once through customs and security I went to the rest room to engineer a wardrobe malfunction then walked to the carousel with the back of my skirt trapped under my back-pack. No one said anything as we waited for our luggage and when I saw my suitcase I bent over the carousel to take it off and I saw some guys on the other side looking at me.

Not only was half of my butt and probably my pussy on display to the people behind me but my top was hanging very low and my hanging, little tits were totally visible to the guys opposite me.

It seemed to take hours to retrieve my suitcase but it was probably only a few seconds and I walked away from there with a desperate need to feed my addiction.

I rushed outside to the coach park and quickly found my coach then got on and went to the back where it was quiet and I could make myself cum.

The orgasm came quickly as as the waves were receding I decided that I hated being in enclosed places where anyone looking at me could easily make some sort of complaint and maybe get me into trouble.

The coach trip from the airport to the hotel was a bit of a drag but I was sat on my own and I managed to put my hand under my skirt and idly toy with my clit as I looked out of the window.

The hotel looked just like it did in the photos on the internet. After I'd checked-in I went up to my room and the first thing that I did was take my skirt and top off and go out onto the balcony. The sun on my bare body felt amazing and so different to the sun back home in England.

My room was at the back of the hotel and on the second floor. As I looked down on the swimming pool I could see the outside bar between the hotel and the pool. The bar wasn't taking up the whole length of the pool, the rest of the length taken up by a sunbathing area about 30 metres square, and it was directly below my balcony. I looked at the people in that area and all were just doing their own thing and none of them appeared to be looking up at me as the fingers on my right hand idly toyed with my clit.

In the pool I could see quite a few young people messing about and a plastic football being thrown around. Beyond the pool was another hotel and I could actually see into some of the rooms.

Having absorbed what was at the back of the hotel I decided that I needed to go and buy some bottled water and a few essentials so I unpacked my suitcase then put on the only bra-like item that I'd brought with me, a black, string-tied, soft mesh cupped bra that is quite see-through to the extent that in the mirror I could clearly see my dark areolae and even the little bumps around them. My nipples really tented the cups because they had been rock hard since I left home.

For some bottoms I first tried on a strings-only pair of knickers that I bought from Bethany's shop but I decided that my slit being uncovered was maybe a little too much for my first day. Okay, I'd seen seen topless girls down by the pool. Some wearing G-sting or thong bottoms and a couple possibly naked, but I wasn't too comfortable being essentially naked going into a shop until I saw what other girls were wearing so I got out one of the micro mini sarongs that I'd brought and tied it on my left hip. It covered my butt and my right hip but the front narrowed as it went to the knot on my left hip. My slit was just covered.

No one seemed to notice, or care if they did notice that my bikini top was see-through as I went down the stairs, through the hotel lobby and along the street to a little supermarket that I'd spotted as the coach pulled up outside the hotel. The lack of attention didn't surprise me as I passed a couple of girls only wearing thongs walking along the street in front of me.

I followed them into the supermarket and I wished that I'd left my top back in my room.

As I walked around the shop looking for what I needed, I gently slid the sarong round me a bit so that the knot moved from my left hip to halfway to my slit. Using my hand I checked what was uncovered and was pleased that the fabric ended right at my slit. I was sure that as I walked it would move a little and reveal my slit to anyone who cared to look. I soo wanted to play with my clit but I fought the urge and continued selecting the items that I wanted, hoping that I had translated the printed names and descriptions some of them correctly.

When I had to bend over to pick up the huge bottle of water I was sure that anyone behind me would have had a great view of my butt and pussy.

The old man at the checkout seemed oblivious to my state of dress and I guessed that he must have seen hundreds of nearly, or actually naked girls in his shop. It may have been nothing to him but for me to be stood, very close to being naked, at the checkout of a supermarket was quite something and my nipples and clit were tingling something rotten.

I was pleased that the supermarket was close to the hotel because the big bottle of water was heavy, the strain taking my mind off my pussy.

Back in my room I decided that I needed to relax for an hour or two so I threw a couple of things into my tote bag, put just the sarong back on and headed down to the pool. No one seemed to notice, or care, as I walked through the lobby wearing just a mini sarong that wasn't quite covering my slit.

As I walked passed the pool I looked down and saw a couple of guys looking at me and I felt a tingle and wet rush in my pussy. In the 'quiet' area I headed for a vacant lounger, spread my towel on it, put my sunglasses on, set the lounger so that I was half sat up, got on it and relaxed.

I was topless (not the only girl) and my micro mini sarong wasn't completely covering my slit and my legs were only open a little bit and I felt wonderful.

After a few minutes I opened my eyes and looked through my sunglasses. In front of me was a couple who looked to be a bit older than me. The girl was flat out on her stomach on her lounger with her feet nearest to me and the man was on a lounger next to her but he was sat upright and looking straight at me.

My pussy started tingling and my legs started to slowly open some more. I unfastened the knot in the sarong and let the sides slide off me onto the lounger. I was now totally naked and my legs were spreading. The man was staring at my pussy and I saw his right hand slide under his swimming shorts and start going up and down. The bugger was wanking at the sight of my pussy and I loved it.

I couldn't have stopped myself even if I tried as my right hand slowly moved to my pussy and my fingers got busy.

He couldn't see that I could see him because of my sunglasses and he pushed his swimming shorts to one side and he got his cock out and was properly wanking. I wondered if he knew that I was watching him through my sunglasses. My fingers got busier and alternated between rubbing and delving deep inside me.

The man started cumming, his load shooting to the end of his lounger, and that sight took me over my edge and I too started to cum. It felt satisfyingly wonderful knowing that a man had just watched me making myself cum, out there in public.

That really helped me relax and before I knew it I had dozed off.

When I woke up the man and his girl had gone and I realised that my legs were still spread wide. I heard young men talking and cheering and at first I though that the noise was coming from the pool but something didn't make sense. Then it dawned on me that the noise was coming from above me so I looked up and saw 3 young men wearing just swimming shorts on a balcony on the second floor and they were looking down at me and obviously talking about me. When I moved my arm to give my eyes some shade so that I could see the 3 young men better, I heard one of them loudly say,

"Hey gorgeous, want a drink?"

"Do you want a beer luv?" Another one shouted to me as he held out a beer bottle.

I shook my head sideways then realised that the 3 guys were in a room very close to mine. They continued to look down on me as I ignored them, daydreaming about the 3 of them coming into my room whenever they wanted and gang-banging me.

I just couldn't stop myself as my right hand slowly moved to my still spread legs and my fingers started slowly rubbing my clit.

"Hey Owen," I heard one of the guys say, "come and look at this, that girl is having some DIY time."

"What?" I faintly heard,

"Jilling, playing with her pussy, rubbing one out, you know, female wanking. Come and see Owen."

The third guy came back onto the balcony, looked down at me and said,

"Fucking hell, I want a piece of that, just my type of girl. Do you think that she's staying at this hotel Jackson?"

"Dunno, probably." The third guy answered. "I'm getting my phone, I want a video of this."

I kept rubbing and looking up and less than a minute later 3 mobile phones were pointing down at me.

Needless to say that it didn't take long for my addiction to be satisfied and it was an intense one, my body going rigid for a few seconds before it started to shake. It wouldn't surprise me if those 3 guys didn't hear me swearing just before it arrived.

The waves of pleasure were just about history when I heard a man's voice say.

"Can I get you anything to drink madam?"

I opened my eyes and saw a guy wearing black trousers and a white shirt and carrying a tray with some empty glasses on. To be honest, I was a bit shocked. In the split second before I opened my mouth to reply, my mind had had many thoughts and questions,

Had he seen me playing with myself?

Had he seen me cumming?

Did he like what he saw?

Was I in trouble for being totally naked out there?

Oh shit, am I going to get asked to leave the hotel?

"Err, no thanks." I replied.

As he turned to walk away I looked down my body and saw that my legs were still wide apart and my hands were gripping the sides of the lounger. As the waiter disappeared round a corner I heard clapping and I looked up to see all the 3 guys had stopped videoing me and were clapping me.

Thinking that maybe I should have asked the waiter to get me a strong drink I got to my feet, looked up at the guys, smiled and did a curtsey before picking up my belongings and heading for my room. As I got beside the pool I realised that I was still totally naked and that I could see a couple of guys looking at me. My heart was still pounding but I didn't need another fix right then but I did need to cool down a bit so I put my belonging on a vacant lounger and dived into the pool.

Oh what a feeling, I'd never swum naked before and the feeling of the water rushing passed the parts of me that my old one-piece covered was just amazing. As I surfaces I swore to myself that I'd go swimming every day.

A couple of lengths later I climbed out, collected my things and continued my journey back to my room. As I walked into the lobby I was half expecting someone to say something about my lack of clothes but no one said a word, not even the new guests that were queueing to register. Although my brain did register that some of them had seen me.

I almost sprinted up the stairs to the second floor then sauntered along to my room.

Dropping my belonging on one of the beds I went out onto my balcony and was a little disappointed that no one was on the balconies of the rooms either side of mine. But at the same time I didn't want there to be any guys out there. Although I wanted to to be seen naked and, hopefully, fucked whilst on holiday I was nervous and shy about starting social conversations with guys.

As I stood at the railings looking down and around I decided that if, when, the opportunity arose I would just go for it, after all, I was only there for a couple of weeks and I'd probably never see any of the people that I spoke to ever again so I didn't care if anyone I was talking to saw me rubbing one out or if I said anything stupid. I would just go for it and if I managed to get some guy(s) to see me rubbing one out or even fuck me then great. If not, at least I'd have a great time there and go back with a satisfied addiction and an all-over tan.

The sun was starting to go down and I realised that I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast.

"Time to get cleaned-up and ready to go out to get some food and maybe a few drinks. Maybe get hit on and end up finally loosing my cock virginity." I thought.

Thirty or so minutes later I was all clean, groomed and smelling nice as I stood looking into the drawers deciding what to wear. I decided on something tight but brief, very brief and rummaged through my clothes for the 2 items that I was thinking of. Seconds later I was looking in the mirror at a girl wearing a pink tube top that was only about 6 centimetres from top to bottom although the strip that went over my tits isn't made of the lycra like the rest of it, it's made of a fine mesh that's slightly sheer, I could see my darker areolae and hard nipples and the uncovered bottom parts of my tits

The tube, skirt part is matching pink lycra only about 15 centimetres deep, a firm fit that looks almost decent when I just stand there, after I've pulled it into place, but as soon as I move my legs it rides up leaving the lower parts of my butt and my slit exposed.

"Perfect." I thought as I slid my feet into a pair of matching pink heels.

I smiled to myself as I remembered that shop girl Bethany saying,

"Girls can get away with wearing next to nothing providing they act like they are dressed like a nun."

I put my room key card and purse into my little shoulder bag and left my room. By the time I got to the top of the stairs half my butt and all of my bald pubis was on display. Things didn't improve, one way or another, until I got to the bottom of the stairs in the lobby where I pulled the skirt back into place, smiled at the middle-aged guy on reception, then stepped outside onto street.

It felt wonderful being outside at night with the air being so warm even if there was a gentle breeze that was tickling me between my thighs.

I wandered in the direction that most people were going and soon came across the lively part of the resort. Bars, cafes, loud music and people around my age everywhere. It may have only been 8 p.m. but I could see that a few of the people had already had a lot to drink.

No one seemed interested in the fact that my bald pubis was on show and that everyone could see my nipples through the mesh that covered them but didn't hide anything. But there again most of the girls walking around were wearing skirts that barely covered their pussies and there was the odd topless girl wandering about as well. Some girls were wearing thong bikini bottoms as well. It crossed my mind that I was a bit over-dressed.

Anyway, my stomach was rumbling so I looked at the menus outside a couple of cafe's then went into one and sat at a table. My stomach wasn't the only part of me that was complaining, my pussy was begging for some attention as well so I lay back in the chair, spread my knees and my right hand got busy.

I was relaxing nicely when a waiter appeared beside me and asked me if I was ready to order.

"What? Oh err no, not yet." replied as my right hand stopped moving and just rested over my pussy.

"A drink perhaps?"

"Good idea, I'll have a beer please."

Now I'm not really used to drinking alcohol and I'd stupidly expected the waiter to get me a small beer but he came back with a large one. I quickly realised that I hadn't really drunk much all day and with the air temperature being what it was I decided not to say anything and just drink it. I was actually surprised at how nice it tasted, different to the beers in England..