It's Need, Not A Desire

There are days during the summer heat that just switches a trigger in my very soul. That day in the subway system of my city, like a little devil twirling inside me my switch was already turned on. Just after getting out of the subway I found a place to placate those desires. I was close to home, but by that time of the day the whole family was there and the privacy was null. So my mind concocted another idea. I wandered off to the mall and went directly to try some clothes in a changing room at a local store. Packed as it was it didn't matter to me a single bit, my mind was made. Kicked my shoes off and my pants off as soon as I could when I was inside. Just sat in the little bench inside the changing room and started working my magic. Hand cherishing my clit from on top my panties making them damp with excitement and juices. Just there and my mind going crazy with excitement, just my body clad in panties and a tee. The orgasm overtakes me as I try to muffle every sound that comes from my mouth.  Just the feeling of every pleasurable convulsion that strikes my body while the sounds of other people are around made me feel so bad and good at the same time. Shame comes into my mind after the deed is done, but the afterglow of the orgasm remain pleasurably in my belly and soul.