Got Caught Masturbating In The Shopping Mall Toilets

It was finally nearing the start of my lunch break, and I felt like I was about to burst. It was a busy Saturday, and it seemed like all the milfs were out in full force. Each time one of them came to the ice cream shop with their nagging children, I felt my pants grow tighter at the sight of their full breasts in their tank tops and t-shirts. Thank god for this heatwave. 

Just as I was about to leave, there she was. She slowly approached the counter, and her wavy blonde hair fell carelessly around her face. She had pleasant laughter lines and the beginnings of crow's feet from smiling too much. Her cotton blouse clung onto her bosom for dear life and made my mouth go dry. 

"Hello, can I get you anything?"

She looked at me and smiled, a devilish glint in her eye. "I'm not sure. I'm just looking to see if there's anything I might enjoy. Everything looks so good."

"How about this one?"

I put a sample on a small plastic spoon for her to taste and held it out to her across the glass counter. Instead of taking it from me, she looked me dead in the eye and slowly ate it off the spoon. She licked her lips and winked at me. My cock was standing at attention now, and I was glad to be behind a barrier and an apron.

"You know I actually had something else in mind entirely, but I'll take it all the same."

My face burning red, I put two large scoops in a cup and handed it to her. 

"It's on the house. I hope you enjoy it and come again."

"Oh, I plan to, don't you worry about that" She smiled and walked away.

I clocked out and speed-walked to the nearest bathroom, choosing the usual handicapped stall that I like to frequent when I feel like masturbating at work. 

I always had a thing for public masturbation. There was just something different about pulling one out, knowing that around me were people going about their day, completely oblivious to my hidden masturbation sessions. 

It makes sense to want to do it at work - I mean, they do say that one of the benefits of masturbation is that it is a stress-reliever so, who am I to argue with science? As soon as I closed the door behind me, I undressed and sat on the closed toilet. While I was scrolling through my phone, looking at pictures of busty women masturbating, I heard a knock at the door.

"It's occupied!" I called, slightly irritated at the interruption.

"Oh, sorry, is this a bad time? I just had some feedback on that ice cream you gave me earlier."

"Ma'am, I'm on my break. Any complaints, you are more than welcome to take up with my mana-"

Before I could finish, the door swung open. In walked the busty blonde from earlier, holding that same cup of ice cream. She took one look at me, naked on the toilet, holding my hard cock, and smiled. Closing the door behind her, she started to unbutton her blouse.

I was too shocked to know what to do. I'd never been caught masturbating before. I mean, I'd fantasized about this exact scenario happening a few times, but now that I was in the middle of it, I was like a deer in headlights. 

"Well? Are you just going to sit there and stare? Don't let me stop you." She continued to undress, and before long, she was standing naked in front of me. Her perfectly full breasts, nipples erect, were at eye height. Her slender body curved smoothly down to her wet pink pussy. I started to massage my cock slowly, still not quite believing this was happening.

"The best way to masturbate, so I've been told, is to not do it alone." 

She maintained eye contact with me as her fingers rubbed her soft pink lips, making them wetter with each stroke. With her other hand, she stuck her finger in the ice cream and placed it against my slightly parted lips.

"How does that taste? Do you like it?" She said softly as she slid her finger into my mouth, and I sucked it clean. I moaned in response, lost for words.

"Or do you prefer this instead?" She took her other hand, wet with her juices, and inserted two fingers into my mouth. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, savoring the sweet taste. 

Without another word, she put her hand on the back of my head and put my face against her wet pussy. My tongue slid all over her and darted in and out of her tight hole, making her gasp. I tasted something sugary and looked up. She was slowly dripping ice cream down her front and having me eat it off her. My mouth and tongue were working hard now to lap up all the sweet juices mingling together. I wasn't going to last very long.

She pushed my head back and took over. Her breasts heaved, and she moaned while I watched her face, twisted in ecstasy from the bliss of masturbation. I could see she was getting close as well, and I leaned forward, pushing her hand aside with my head and taking over with my mouth again.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum! Don't you fucking stop now. Keep going!"

I ate her eagerly as I pumped myself furiously until my arm started to cramp. I felt her hand grasp my hair, and she pushed me deeper into her as she came, her masturbation squirt filling my mouth, which I drank hungrily. I kept licking her sensitive lips as I brought myself closer and closer to the edge.

With a loud groan, I felt my balls tense up, and hot spurts of cum shot out and landed all over my torso. My chest was heaving from the effort, and I felt lightheaded. I looked up at her and smiled.

"Whoever told you that was right, masturbating together is mindblowing! What's your name?"

She didn't immediately respond and instead wiped herself clean of ice cream, saliva, and cum and gave me that devilish wink again. 

Handing me a piece of folded paper from her bag, she said to me, "Just call me ma'am. Here's my number, in case you feel a bit lonely on another one of your solo masturbation expeditions."

"Yes, ma'am!" I smiled at her sheepishly, happy as a pig in mud.

"Oh, about the ice cream - it's my favorite. Good choice." 

And with a final wink at me, still naked and covered in cum on the toilet, she left.