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My Most Recent Adventure
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I recently moved from my hometown for the first time, moving in with 2 roommates, my sister and her boyfriend. I bought a puppy right before I moved, since I have had dogs around me my whole life and felt I didn't want to be dogless. This is all I think you need to know about me for now.
About 5 days ago there had been a few viciously hot days in a row. In Sweden, that's a rarity. The apartment complex I live in is in a nice area of town, with lots of neighbours and a nice shore looking over the lake onto the other side, where most of the private boats are harbored. There is a portion of the shore that is a beach, big enough for atleast 70-80 people to enjoy sitting on the hot beach sand. If they were all bunched up that is. And as you might imagine, on these rare hot summer days, this beach area was filled with people all throughout the day. I didn't pay any mind to it during the day, it was just nice seeing so many people enjoying the hot sun while I was going for my 4-5 hourly walk with my dog.
At around 4 AM in the morning, I had to walk my dog one final time before I went to bed. Same procedure as every time, I take him out and walk along the shore line with him. He was quick to pee when we got out, but didn't show any signs of wanting to poop any time soon, instead he wanted to play and bite his leash. It's extra important to have him poop the last time I walk him for the day, so I stubbornly kept walking. Longer than I typically tend to walk with him. Eventually I got to the beach area, and decided to go over to it, seeing as there were alot of things left behind from people who had been there during the day. I went over to the bench by the grass, where people had clearly been eating McDonalds, and instead of throwing the trash away, they had just put the bag of trash under the bench. In the sand there were many small plastic shovels that kids had forgot to take with them when they left the beach. My dog took one of these shovels and started biting and playing with it. I didn't mind.
I looked over, a bit further away from the beach area. There was a unisex dressing lounge there. I had never noticed it was there before, but I did this time. Out of my curiousity, I decided to go into it to see if there was anything interesting. And there sure was.
When I entered, I saw there was a plastic bag filled with clothes and a towel. Naturally, since I had been this curious so far, I picked it up and started looking through it. A brightly colored garment, sunglasses, a pair of bikini panties, a regular bra, and a pair of visibly used regular panties. When I had seen these, I was immediately filled with a sense of excitement. Now would be a good time to point out that I am a huge pervert. A public masturbator, to be exact.
I picked up the used panties and held them up to my nose, taking a good deep smell of it. The smell made me immediately hard, so I pulled out my cock and started masturbating there on the spot, while sniffing the panties. I eventually wrapped the panties around my cock, while smelling the bra. The bra didn't have such a distinct smell as the panties had, but that is expected. The smell was still awesome enough to inspire me to rub my cock with the panties. After about 10 minutes of this, I finally came. I purposely came in the panties, folded them together with the bra and put them back into the bag.
As I left the beach and walked home with my dog I felt relieved. Doing something like this felt very good for me. I haven't masturbated in a public place in a long while, and it is always an exhilirating experience for me. This event thusly inspired me to write it out and post it here on Imagefap, since I feel sharing these stories with the anonymous people on the internet might satisfy somebody, somewhere, somehow.
Another post can be expected from me. I don't know when and I don't know about what, but I'll figure something out.
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Posted on : Jul 11, 2015
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Commented on Jul 12, 2015
I wrote my dog in because he was the reason I had to go out walking to begin with. To me, it kind of shows how actions like these can just come on a whim.
Or it could be because I didn't completely think through what I was going to detail. It is my first blog post after all.
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Commented on Jul 11, 2015
Sorry, I do not understand why so much has been written about the dog? Much less is written about cowards and perversions.
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