citcatlass
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And the cool summer breeze...
Yes, I am tired
If you were hot, of course you needed to feel the breeze.
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And the cool summer breeze...
Yes, I am tired
If you were hot, of course you needed to feel the breeze.
What are you doing now? Home?
Yes, trawling through pic threads on Lit.

Yes, trawling through pic threads on Lit.
Oh, you have posted a lot on the Hanging Breasts thread! Very nice indeed.
I really want to hear more about your adventure in the swimsuit and cover up and I'm going to have a think about what could be done to you in ladies bathrooms but I really, really, need to go to bed now.
I'll be back when I'm a bit brighter![]()
And masturbating?
If you're tired I can tell you about my little side trip back another time. I stopped into a cheapo department store to get a two piece bathing suit, flip-flops, and a beach cover-up (basically a long t-shirt). I told the salesgirl I was going right to the pool so I put it on in the dressing room and she gave me hangers and a bag for what I came in wearing. Then I went to a few different places to use the restrooms, but I would take the suit or part of the suit off and go to the next place like that.

In order to make up for being so boring last night I thought I'd share some thoughts on changing rooms in stores. Masturbating in them sounds great and I have to say I'd never thought about it; I would have loved to have been one of the innocent women to have happened upon you!
So, let's imagine that you and I set up a trap in a changing room. It would have to a big but exclusive kind of place. We bribe the changing room staff to stay out of the way and keep their noses out and we set up an 'art installation'.
We get a body artist to paint you to look like a lifelike dummy. You know, plastic-looking skin, slightly too-red lips, and an almost artificial looking wig. We get you set up on a sofa in the changing rooms, before opening hours. You lounge naked on the sofa with your arms above your head (in order to show off your unique physical attributes) and your eyes closed (so no-one can see you blink). I set up a sign explaining the 'art', who it's by, etc. and stand by you as custodian.
Women start arriving with purchases and cast you sidelong looks as they pass, some stop for a closer look and quickly move on. One stops to ask why it looks like you're breathing. I act ignorant and say it's just clever tech and I don't understand it.
Eventually the inevitable happens and a woman stops to ask if she can touch you. I nod and she reaches, again, inevitably, for one of your nipples. She reaches out, tweaks, and gasps as she realises that you're real. She looks at me and scuttles away, embarrassed. You manage to stay still but I can see you're trying not to giggle.
After a few people tweak and run, you're starting to get bored but then a group of young women on a boozy day out come in. They're trying on clothes but they're clearly a bit tipsy and when they spot you, they stop for a closer look. I nod permission for them to touch you but these girls don't run when they realise you're real. They gather in closer, laughing and giggling and whispering. They're pinching and smacking your nipples and getting a little rough but you stay in character and stay still. I say nothing.
One of the girls looks further down your body to peer at your unguarded pussy. She looks up at me. I nod again and she pushes your legs further apart, in order to get a better look. Two girls stay by your tits in order to give your nipples further attention while three of them gather round your lower end, pushing at, prodding and stroking your gradually moistening pussy. By this time you're finding it difficult to stay still and occasional gasps are escaping. The boldest of the girls starts to stroke your clit and all pretence at being a living statue leaves you. You're writhing under her touch. The other girls stop what they're doing to study what's happening to your clit. Very quickly, you gasp more loudly, arch your back, jerk and relax. The girls are red-faced and obviously jealous. I'm also red-faced and jealous but it's time for us to go.
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As my aim is always to please, I'll try harder next time.
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how's my fav dirty little whore today
I want you to go into a public restroom, do NOT latch the stall door. Play with yourself, and make yourself cum.
then I want details.
BTW I will be adding to the story today
I guess I should mention it since you don't really know me, but obviously I masturbated in the dressing room and ladies rooms.
I now you have, I also know you like it
we both know I enjoy playing in public
almost as much as you
Yes, but I'm the one who seems to be doing all the dirty work, and I'm the one everyone is staring at because I'm half out of my clothes.