Another Sunday, another Church attendance.
My fiancée and I went to Chruch. We had plugs in, no panties and were wearing dresses.
We sat at the back, jackets folded in our laps to hide that we were teasing ourselves through the thin fabric.
About halfway through, Fiancée leaned over and dared me to go masturbate in the toilets.
So I slipped away, into the small bathroom. Only 2 stalls, the wooden walls didnt go all the way up or down. So in theory somebody could stand on the other toilet to look over or get down on the floor to look under.
This sense of reduced privacy made me a little nervous which then gave me a rush.
I sat on the cold toilet seat, opened my legs and lifted my dress up. Should somebody peep over or under, they would see clearly what I was doing.
I started rubbing my already sensitive clit, teasing my wet hole, dipping a finger inside a little before returning to my clit.
I repeated this cycle as I imagined people watching me over the wooden walls and found myself heading to a climax quickly.
The tiled floor, walls and ceiling made any noise echo loudly, so I had to make sure to cum quietly, which wasn't easy.
After I finished, I licked my fingers clean, fixed my dress, flushed and returned to my seat with my fiancée.
As I described the experience to her in the car on the way home, she also liked the idea of being spied on. I told her it's her turn next week to masturbate in Church.
And if she's a good girl, I'll follow and peer over the stall to watch.
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