Sometimes when I'm out shopping I look around while having a cigarette and like to watch people passing by.

We never know who we meet. who we see. Then my sexual frustration gets the better out of me and wonder if they had sex before coming out or will they go home and have gentle sex or wild fucking.

When i see women in the underwear isle or those sort of shops I wonder if they buy it to wear it for their other half or just for themselves.

When I'm in the supermarket and see women  carefully choosing cucumbers do they want it for dinner, a quick snack? Or do they want to sit on them?

When I see someone I like, staring at a large cucumber , I smile to myself. Would they be naughty enough to go home strip and lower themselves on it, have it glide into their pussy. Would they be gentle or rough with themselves?

I would gladly offer a helping hand. People never know who they bump into. I have had men eyeing me then bump into me by accident so we say sorry and smile it off walking away, little do they know my stroll is confident because I have a toy in me, hence my great mood. Hah, having a dildo snugly in my pussy, having to wear looser clothes in case the dildo is too long so it doesn't slip out and bulge in the wrong places, now that would be interesting to notice. Me bending over in one of the isles and someone bending over next to me with a smile on their face saying " sorry , just wanted to help" and push the noticable toy deeper in me as they walk off with a smirk.

Wearing skirts is easy, if I have a plug in my ass I won't even bother with underwear, but having a toy slipping out of my wet pussy would be too risky. After all on a visit to a playground at night while having a laugh a stranger noticed the toy slipping out of me as my skirt was whipped up in the air while on the swing. When standing up to rearrange my skirt, bending over, they made sure to whisper in my ear from behind me as their hand slipped down and under my skirt to push it deeper, then hearing my gasp grabbed a hold of it, to pull it out almost completely and shove it back up.  

Maybe they've heard the silent buzzing on the train late at nigh and my squirming gave away what I have really been doing, so they went out of their way to sit beside me and snatch the control from my hand and play with it themselves. Following me closely at my stop to "show me a good time" in the alley way. Seeming so surpised after they bend me over to find my pussy filled up with a toy, not just my clit being stimulated, playing with me themselves or whipping it out quickly to force their hardness into me straight away, then when they're done to shove the toy back

Guess what I'm trying to say is we have no idea about the kinky thoughts of those around us. Complete strangers. How innocent we all look, and there you are, just like me, standing paying for your goods in the supermarket with a smile on your face, while others have no idea about the plug in your ass or dildo in your pussy. Or if youre lucky, having both, like me!