I stood there gazing at the rows of enticing objects hanging on the wall for sale. I picked up the riding crop and felt it in my hands. Bringing it up off my hand, I lightly tap my palm with the end. My muscles clench between my thighs. I wonder how much it would hurt if a little force was used. I smirk and hang it back up. My hands find their way down to the flogger, much like the riding crop, only it had thin suede straps off the one end of it. There were several colors and even one with a strand of faux diamonds tangled up with the leather straps. I dragged it slowly across my palm and imagined it skating gently across my breasts. My skin shivers at the thought and again, I clench. I can feel myself getting wet, in fact, I can smell it. It is arousing me even more that the thought of this behavior excites me. I gaze at the different packages on the wall – the handcuffs and binding rope and wrist restraints…the riding crops with feathers on the end, the Mardi Gras masks. I want to touch them all and use them all. I want someone to use them all on me. I let out an exasperated sigh and turn to the next wall and skim over the oils and lotions. There is a section with bachelorette party gifts, all kinds of humorous penis gifts. I chuckle. I spot a set of ben wa balls. I stop. I grab them and feel how heavy they are in my hand and read the back of the package, for instructions. It tells me to put them inside me and walk around. The vibration of them is supposed to be amazing. I drop them into my basket, like a child throwing candy into mom’s grocery cart. 30 minutes later, after walking through the lingerie and birthday items, my little basket contains a pair of black thigh high stockings, a fishnet dress I have no idea why I am buying and a sexy pair of black shiny panties with little chains and garter straps hanging from them. I also grab a fun book, a birthday card and numerous other birthday items so that my basket is not overflowing with freaky sex items. I take off out of the store and head straight for the nearest bathroom in the mall. I giggle to myself and I get into the largest stall, drop my bags and fish out the Ben Wa Balls. I am soaking wet thinking about them. I drop my jeans, peel down my panties and gently insert the balls one at a time. I gasp as they go inside me and I stand up. Not so bad. I pull myself back together, grab my bags and head back to the mall. Oh. As soon as I start walking, I feel them. I feel them moving inside me. Oh my goodness. The vibrations are singing to me. I walk out of the restroom and into the line of people walking through the mall. I look around, wondering if anyone can tell. Do they know? My breathing is ragged, the muscles of my pussy clenching tight around these balls. I finally get into a rhythm and try to keep my pace steady so I can at least make it to my car. I start walking a little faster. The vibrations quicken. I feel like I am power walking. I can feel the juices dripping, seeping out onto my panties. Holy fuck. My breathes are hard and deep now, trying to gain some kind of control over what is happening, even though I did it to myself. I get to my car and climb in. Oh! The pressure from the seat push the balls in further. I cannot take it anymore. I look around and no one is looking. I open my jeans and my zipper and slide my hand down to my lady parts, swollen and ready. I slide a finger deep inside and feel the first ball, curling my finger under it and pulling it out. And then the next. I gasp out loud and leave my fingers right where they are. I find my clit and start circling it, pressing down. She is aching with need. I can’t take it anymore and I just start fucking myself with my hand, fingers and palm – right there in my car in the middle of the mall parking lot. Holy shit! My body is tensing, my feet pressing into the floor – pushing me back against my seat. I rub harder and faster….and throw my head back as I come into the palm of my hand. I gasp and whimper and rub my juices all over my hot treasure box. I glance down at the balls sitting in my lap and smile. I grab them and tuck them into the little velvet pouch they came with and slide them into my purse. Those will be coming in handy for rainy days. As I put the car into reverse without even zipping up my pants, I notice a man in the row across from me, watching me, staring at me. I wonder if he saw. I wonder if his hand is on his hard cock right now.