One lunch hour I was at the gym, feeling tired so decided to slip into the jacuzzi instead of the tread mill. I relaxed with my arms stretched out easily along the sides of the pool, I lay may head back and allowed my body to be soothed by the jets.
After a few minutes I became aware that the jets by my legs were sending amazing sensations up my legs, around my buttocks and particularly at my pussy. The more I relaxed and let go the more the jets and bubbles seemed to be caressing my whole body, no one was around so I slipped down the top of my swimsuit to allow my breasts direct sensation.
I thought about my crap day in the office. But in a few minutes I was awestruck to realise that if these feelings and sensations carried on I could have a full blown climax in public in a jacuzzi. My pussy got all creamy as it occured that right here and now without wanking, without a cock, it dawned.
I pulled my swimsuit to the side of my leg freely exposing my girlie pussy, the bubbles could tickle me more, I separated my legs, I didn’t dare look around but knowing people in the gym could be watching me through the glass walls made it imminently more exciting. Consistently, gently the bubbles nibbled away on my pussy, I began squeezing & relaxing my legs, tension was building, my breath started to deepen, I imagined a hard cock slipping into my wet pussy, and she purred and responded, with thrilling sensations, my legs gripped, buttocks shivered, bubbles kept tickling away, wave after wave of spontaneous sensations surged through me, bubbles nibbling on my clitoris, what pure delight, slowly and surely my orgasm swept through me unintentioned, pure fabulous climaxing.
My head lay back, I recovered in a while a young man came over and hopped in the jacuzzi, I sunk under the water slightly, drew up my swimsuit, hopped out and went to the showers. I was so turned on still, I’d felt like hopping on that young chap, I needed to feel something inside me. I chose the last shower cubicle, hidden behind a wall.
Searching through the contents of my shower bag I pulled out my hairbrush with glee, and gently slid my pussy back and forth along the hair brush handle, rubbing over my clitoris, working myself up, I turned and leaned against the tiles, shower water drenching me, my pert breasts squeezed up, one hand searching over my nipples, pinching and rubbing, my other hand expertly manipulating my makeshift penis.
I couldn’t take it any longer, I knelt down on the shower floor as if I was going to slide down on top of a fully erect penis, and worked my cunt lips up and down the thick hair brush shaft, it felt sensational, I wanted a gym attendant chap to be checking the changing rooms, find me and fuck me furiously then and there, how could going to the gym in the lunch hour turn out to be so much fun.
I rolled over sat on my buttocks with my legs up the shower walls, and slide that glorious hair brush handle in and out of my pussy, I felt like a teenager as if it was the first time I’d experimented with masturbated, wildly I squeezed and released and built the tension, rubbing my clitoris, thrusting and riding and pushing on it rush upon thrust, bliss upon bliss, unabashed releasing in convulsions on my satisfying pretend cock, creaming fulfilment finally came, knees sore, pussy happy, breath gasping….who’d have thought?
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