First Time Playing Outdoors
Mihee was beside herself with excitement. The little insertion vibrator she'd ordered just a few days ago had arrived only moments before.
The moment she thought about actually wearing it outside and playing in public, she felt a flicker of nerves and hesitation—but Mihee had a mask. Partly from the fear that someone might recognize her without it, and partly because she worried it could become leverage for blackmail or something worse, she always covered her face.
But unlike her usual routine—simply dressing in revealing clothes and savoring strangers' stares—today she would be doing something far dirtier. So she cheered herself on inwardly with a shout of Go, Mihee, go! and slipped into the shortest miniskirt she owned along with a tank top, tucked the vibrator inside her pussy, and finished getting ready to head out.
Confident in the size and shape of her breasts, Mihee had taken to wearing a crossbody bag often these days, and she slipped the vibrator's remote inside it before standing before the mirror by the front door to inspect herself. The strap of the bag pulled taut across her chest, thrusting her breasts forward so that their full shape and form were on complete display—practically indistinguishable from being naked.
The sight of her own lewd figure reflected in the mirror already had her dripping.
Once outside, Mihee immediately put on her mask and walked a short stretch until the alley opened onto a busy street crowded with people. Perhaps because it was one in the afternoon, the crowds were thicker than she'd expected—and rather than intimidating her, the sight only made her more and more aroused.
She hadn't even taken a dozen steps before she could feel the eyes of countless men on her. From her face to her chest, her waist, her hips, her ass, her thighs—she felt their gazes crawling over every inch of her body, and even though she hadn't switched the vibrator on yet, the excitement was so overwhelming that her juices were already flowing, her legs twisting around each other of their own accord.
The men on the street went beyond sneaking glances; even those who had already passed her turned their heads and stared openly, shamelessly, for a long while as they walked away.
Mihee began to walk with her back straight and her chest thrust out to the fullest, as if to say, take a good, long look at my pretty body.
She knew that pretending not to notice was what made their stares cling to her so stickily, so she played it cool, gazing at her smartphone as she strolled along.
Then, walking as if she knew nothing at all, she slipped her hand into the crossbody bag and activated the remote. Lightly, just a single press of the button—level one power.
—Click.
—Zzzzzin...
A vibration so faint that even Mihee herself could barely hear it began to hum. It was her first time stimulating her pussy with a toy like this, and she couldn't hold back the pleasure from the very start—a soft moan escaped her lips.
"Ah—!"
Startled by the little moan that had slipped out without her permission, she switched the vibe off at once and resumed walking, trying not to give anything away. If she'd been even a moment slower, she wasn't sure she could have stopped the sound.
This feels too good...
It was her first time doing something this lewd outdoors, and Mihee sensed it instinctively: there would be no quitting this now.
As she walked, she caught her reflection in a shop window—a lewd-eyed, flushed girl staring back at her, excitement written all over her face. With her eyes still fixed on her phone, she let them slide sideways to scan her surroundings, and there they were: countless men who had stopped in their tracks just to stare at her.
What could those men be imagining as they look at my dirty little body? The more scenarios she conjured up, the more aroused she became.
So this was what they called gaze rape—visual molestation. Just the desire burning in those men's eyes alone seemed to send jolts of stimulation straight to her pussy, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
She'd wandered around in short clothing plenty of times before, enjoying the attention, but this was the first time she'd ever gone out dressed this shamelessly—her chest practically bared, her panties one wrong step from showing. The slightest duck of her head or quickening of her pace would expose them, and with the tank top plastered to her skin and the crossbody strap cinching it tight, the exact shape of her breasts was on full display; anyone could picture them perfectly, down to their true form.
She hadn't worn a bra at all—just tiny nipple patches—so most of her upper chest was naked, and with every step, the jiggling sway of her breasts against the fabric stoked Mihee's excitement higher and higher.
Once the street grew a little quieter, she slipped her finger to the remote again and pressed the button twice in quick succession, cranking the vibration up to level two.
—Click, click.
—Bzzzzzzin..!
A vibration incomparable to level one roared to life, pulsing directly against her pussy. For a split second she wondered if she'd accidentally cranked it to three—but the thought dissolved as the toy thrummed deep inside her, and a moan tore out of her before she could stop it.
"Ah—ahh, hngg..!"
The overwhelming sensation that hit her the instant the vibration began drained the strength from her legs, and she sank into a crouch right there on the spot.
But crouching only pressed her pussy tight around the toy, making the vibrations feel even more intense—the pleasure multiplied several times over. Forget stopping her moans; she couldn't form a single thought at all.
"Ahng! Nnngh, hah-ng, haaahng..!"
Her mind went blank white. She'd forgotten this was a public street, forgotten everything—she just crouched there, moans bursting out of her one after another.
"Haahng! Ahhng, hnnnngh, ngh!"
After a few seconds of that, the stares of the people around her jolted Mihee back to her senses, and she hastily clamped her hand over her mouth above the mask—but the moans wouldn't stop, and feeling the gazes of the surrounding men bore into her only excited her more. They must all be rock hard, thinking about nothing but fucking me.
At that moment, a man spoke to her.
"Excuse me—are you okay?"
The rough voice so close to her, and the lecherous gaze sweeping over her body, made her tremble even harder. Behind that kindly are you alright? she could feel it, painfully obvious: first her face, then her chest, and now—her soaked, drenched panties, fully exposed in her crouched position, which he was staring at without even pretending otherwise.
When she didn't answer, the man seemed to make up his mind—whether he was genuinely worried about her or entertaining something filthy, she couldn't tell—and gripped her forearm tightly, trying to pull her to her feet.
The rough touch of a man's hand on her bare skin, a sensation she'd never felt before, sent her arousal soaring. All the crouching Mihee could do was shake her head side to side and moan, and at the same time, drops of white liquid were falling, drip by drip, from between her pale legs.
"Ahng! Aaahhnngh! Hnngh..! No... ah—!"
The level-two vibrator was still driving her pussy mad, and she was right on the edge of coming from the sheer intensity—then the touch of a man's hand in a situation like this, a first for her, sent her crashing straight over into orgasm. She squirted for the very first time in her life. She'd only ever seen it occasionally in porn, but here in the middle of a public street, she experienced the greatest pleasure she had ever felt.
The man stayed bent over in that position, saying nothing, simply staring between her legs.
After catching her breath for a moment, Mihee answered.
"Y-yes, I'm—hah—fine, thank you."
She blurted out the reply, switched the vibrator off in a panic, got to her feet, and scrambled away on wobbly legs as fast as she could manage.
She could feel the man's gaze boring into her back as she fled. Would he think of her as just a woman who'd been so desperate she'd wet herself in the street—or as a perverted girl who'd masturbated in public? She had no idea.
The moment she escaped, a small park and a public restroom came into view, and she ducked straight inside, shut the stall door behind her, and collapsed onto the toilet.
"Hah..! Hah... huuuuh... hah.."
After a few minutes of sitting there catching her breath, her body and her mind both seemed to calm down.
First, Mihee peeled off her utterly soaked panties and tossed them into the trash can stationed right beside her.
Then, to fish the vibrator out from deep inside her pussy, she slipped a finger in.
—Schluuurp.
"Hahhh...!"
Her pussy was still drenched and sticky with her juices, and the sensitized flesh responded to her finger, feeding her pleasure even now.
The vibrator was lodged deep, and everything was so slippery that one finger couldn't get a grip on it, so she added a second.
—Squelch...!
"Nngh... ngh..."
After a few rounds of scraping her walls with her fingers, she finally managed to pinch the end of the toy and pull it free.
"Phew—there we go!"
She gave the soaked, dripping toy a rough wipe with some toilet paper and stashed it in her bag, then thought:
Oh... but how am I supposed to get home?
This was a small park a good twenty or thirty minutes' walk from her apartment. How on earth had she wandered this far while absorbed in her outdoor play? She had absolutely no idea.
Well, it'll work out somehow, Mihee decided, and pushed open the stall door to step outside.
No—she tried to.
The sight of a men's urinal—and a man's back in front of it—stopped her cold, and she plopped right back down onto the toilet and shut the door.
Was that man here from the beginning? Or did he just happen to walk in?
If he'd been here since before she entered, he'd surely heard her voice—her moans. And if he'd just arrived, he'd be leaving any moment now.
Please, just go...!
She pressed her hands together and prayed, and how many times had she begged before—the sound of the man's footsteps faded away, and she heard him leave the restroom.
Phew...
Even as she breathed a sigh of relief, Mihee's mind was simultaneously wandering into filthy territory.
What if that man had kicked the door open instead? What if he'd rammed his cock again and again into her bare, uncovered pussy—the one with no panties to hide it? Would she even have resisted? If she was honest, she'd probably have put up a token show of reluctance before letting him fuck her right there.
And then, in the middle of all that, what if another man walked in—and then several more...
"Hahhh..."
By the time she'd finished those filthy fantasies, her pussy, which had finally calmed down, was growing wet all over again.
Anyway—Mihee decided she should catch a bus home, and pushed open the stall door to step out of it.
She looked around. No one. Not a trace of anyone else's presence.
Thank god there's nobody here.
Having walked straight out of the men's restroom, Mihee headed for the bus stop just nearby.
Conveniently, the park bus stop was right in front of her, and sitting down on the bench to study the routes, she found several buses that ran near her studio apartment.
What Mihee didn't know, however, was that a moment later, someone would belatedly emerge from that very restroom—the one she'd thought was empty.