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This story was written for ViperXV as part of my 2018 Alphabet Challenge. It contains masturbatory acts in a public place involving a consenting adult female. <3

S is for Stealth Masturbation

Lower tech level worlds had their charms. The food was often diverse and immensely more interesting than anything available on the Vesper itself, the people were normally thrilled and eager to meet and talk with a representative of a higher tech civilisation, especially when they knew that making a good impression would likely increase the chances of an interstellar trade deal which could greatly improve their planet's average quality of life down the line. There were all sorts of really fun and appealing factors that should have made Kestra immensely glad to be a part of this negotiation team. Yet right now, the lizard would have given literally anything to be anywhere else. Or, more specifically if she was able to dream as she wished, to be back aboard the Vesper. Flying high over the grid-locked and earthbound rush hour traffic in which she now found herself, and able to spend her time in the arms of the people she loved rather than wasting her evening off chugging at a snail's pace through polluted air in a dangerously volatile combustion engine powered motor car.

Though she knew it was illegal to do so on this world, Kestra plucked her communication pad from where it was resting on the passenger seat to her left and began to browse it as she sat utterly stationary amidst a thousand other unmoving cars. She winced and frowned as a horn honked from nearby, followed by another, and another, setting off a cacophonous chain reaction of blaring horns that accomplished precisely nothing but venting the frustrations of their owners. Rolling her eyes the lizard flicked idly through the various screens of her comms pad, looking for something, anything to occupy her mind and pass the time. She wished that the Vesper hadn't been out of orbit on a brief cargo run, otherwise she could easily have synced up to its data network and watched something from one of the countless media networks that this planet produced. Doing so now though would have incurred roaming charges of a spectacularly high cost, thus she didn't even consider it. Her fingers flicked across the screen once again... and paused as her eyes fell upon one particular icon within the device's interface. Beneath her scaled features, the lizard's cheeks flushed.

Giggling, she tapped on the icon, and squirmed in her seat as the communication pad's gallery feature opened up. She tapped the screen again, and pulled up the frozen image that had initially caught her eye. Not a single picture, but a free frame from a video that had been taken several weeks ago by a camera aboard the Vesper, and uploaded into the shared data cloud that she had built for herself, Virana and Rilanthus to enjoy together. It showed Rilanthus' quarters, and more specifically his sleeping area. Of course, cameras weren't a standard feature in crew quarters aboard any ship in the merchant fleet. Such a violation of privacy by the company would have been against countless intergalactic laws. But, this camera and the footage it had taken did not belong to the Vesper or the company that owned it. It belonged to Kestra herself, and since she, Rilanthus and Virana had begun to enjoy one another's company more freely and openly as a trio, it had found itself present to record several different occasions of the three of them together.

The original idea of recording their intimacy had been Virana's brilliant brainwave. It was based of course upon how she had first discovered the truth about Rilanthus and Kestra's relationship, spying on them through one of the official shipboard cameras as they shared what they thought was a hidden rendezvous in a quiet corner of the ship's cargo bay. Eventually she had told the other two about her voyeuristic adventures, and though they had been a little embarrassed at first, not realising that so many of their encounters had been filmed by the ship's systems, they had soon come to embrace the idea when Virana assured them that no-one but her had seen that footage. After the gryphon had gone into great and intimate detail about just how much she enjoyed watching them together, Rilanthus and Kestra had each been curious to see such footage for themselves. Thus, Kestra's camera had come out to play for the first of what had now been almost half a dozen lengthy, fully recorded sessions that the three of them had since sat back together and watched, blushing, squirming and masturbating to the sights and sounds of their own shared pleasure.

Of course, they didn't just watch the videos together. Kestra knew that Virana still got a great deal of enjoyment from playing the voyeur, and she had walked in on Rilanthus masturbating to footage of herself and Virana fooling around together on more than one occasion. Even the lizard herself wasn't embarrassed to admit that she had masturbated to footage just like this, although now she thought about it, she hadn't actually watched back this most recent video at all. There was over thirty minutes of footage here, and this was just one segment of that night long recording. All of it unexplored, unwatched, and most importantly and excitingly... not yet something to which Kestra had masturbated.

Not yet.

That thought crossed her mind, and immediately the lizard giggled and squirmed in her seat. She couldn't. She couldn't do what had just raced through her head as a possibility. She was an envoy not just from a major company, but from another world. She was already breaking the law just by using this device while technically driving, though a quick glance up and out of the windows showed the cars around her every bit as stationary as before. There was no way she could be so irresponsible as to go even further with her lawbreaking, and find herself openly masturbating in public just to stave off boredom.

Her cheeks flushed deeper, and once again Kestra glanced down at that frozen, unplayed image of the bed with their three naked forms, hers, Virana's and Rilanthus' own bare bodies, in the midst of scrambling up onto it.

She couldn't masturbate. Not here. Not now.

But... that wasn't to say she couldn't just take a peek at the footage anyway. Surely it wouldn't be so hot, so unbearably erotic as to override her willpower and force her to masturbate. Surely she was a grown woman, and much as she was in command of her own body, she surely had more self control than that.

Surely.

She tapped the screen one more time, and hissed softly, happily as the three figures sprang into motion. As they crawled up onto the bed together, and began to touch, to embrace, kiss, and fondle. Her thighs clamped tightly together, and her breathing grew rapidly rather ragged as she watched them playing together. Delighting in one another's very presence, and soon moving onto bringing forth their companion's delight through intimate touches, caresses, and increasingly lewd, shamelessly sexual probings with fingers, tongues and even more unabashedly lustful body parts.

"Oh god..."

Kestra moaned as she watched her face disappear between Virana's legs, nuzzling under the gryphon's balls and beginning to eat out her pussy while one of the gryphon's own hands reached down and began to masturbate her cock. She watched as Virana rather swiftly began to dribble pre-cum out over her own belly, and giggled as the gryphon's moans and whimpers were soon muffled by Rilanthus' cock feeding itself into her open, eagerly waiting beak. The lizard's eyes tore themselves away from the screen, and she glanced around not at the world beyond the windows of the car, but at the windows themselves. Her sharp mind took note of when the windows began, how high the opaque metal of the car's main structure rose up around her, and at what angle someone would have to be peering down in order to see her crotch. Even as she did so though, even as she tried to talk herself into letting her body do what it so desperately wanted to do, the hand not clutching at the comms pad was already in her lap. The lizard leaned back in the driver's seat, feet still upon the pedals, and curled her toes down against them as she rubbed her crotch through the fabric of her company jumpsuit.

"Yes. O-ohh... yes..."

Watching as Virana writhed and bucked under the thrall of the pleasure assaulting her from all sides, Rilanthus still fucking her throat and Kestra's own body still greedily eating her pussy while the lizard's hands took over the fondling of the gryphon's balls and cock too, Kestra moaned alongside the sounds of pleasure emanating from the video. She rubbed her swollen clit through the fabric of her jumpsuit, and wished that she could reach inside and touch it, bare scales to the soft, firm flesh of that throbbing nub. It was already so risky, so shameless and improper of her to be masturbating like this out in such a public place though. She couldn't risk unzipping the front of her jumpsuit just to stuff a few fingers inside it and grant herself a little more pleasure. Not if it might mean someone glancing over and potentially noting that her chest was effectively bared, leading them to pay just enough attention to realise what she was really doing. She couldn't risk it. She couldn't.

And yet, just a short while later as Rilanthus pulled his cock back from the gryphon's beak and began to jerk off, grunting as he came in thick ribbons all over Virana's wide eyed and whimpering face, Kestra felt her hand pull away from her uniform's increasingly damp, arousal darkened crotch and grasp tremblingly at the zipper of her jumpsuit. Inch by inch she teased it down, huffing and whimpering as she glanced around to see if anyone was paying her the slightest heed. She froze, and groaned in shameful dismay, certain that she'd been caught as the car immediately to her right began to honk its horn loudly once again. Seconds later however she heard the occupant yelling out in rage to the unmoving queue ahead of them...

" What the fuck's going on?! I'm already so fucking late, hurry the hell up!"

...and sank back into her self-focused reverie as another chorus of horns and other angry yelling rang out from all around, everyone so caught up in their own business that they were paying no heed whatsoever to the lizard eagerly proceeding to intensify her masturbation just feet away from them.

Unzipping her jumpsuit from neck to crotch, Kestra kept her hand low and repeatedly checked in the rear and side view mirrors to ensure that her posture didn't look that out of place for someone simply trying to get comfortable during a traffic jam. When her eyes weren't drifting to the cars mirrors however, they were focused back upon the comms pad screen. They were watching as her own body pulled away from Virana's own to the gryphon's horror, only to lie back on the bed and beckon Virana's still throbbing, desperately needy cock in between her trembling thighs.

"Oh. Ohh Vir, f-fuck me..."

Kestra rubbed her clit as she watched the video recorded image of herself doing the very same, squirming and giggling as the gryphon straddled her, wrapping arms and legs around Virana's beautiful blue feathered body before finally a strained, joyous and unified cry escaped the two of them, and they began to buck, to rock, and to writhe together upon the bed while Rilanthus lay resting and recovering, watching them fucking with joyous pride and satisfaction mere feet away from the two still needy lovers.

"Cum in me, Vir. Please."

Kestra begged to the images writhing and chirping and moaning to one another upon the screen, her own head exposed as it peered up over one of Virana's shoulders, eyes glazed and a look of dumbfounded bliss stretched across her panting features. Moments later, the lizard's cheeks flushed as she heard that past version of herself utter a somewhat familiar sounding plea of her very own.

"Cum in me, Vir. Ohh... ohh, please!"

She knew she had to be stealthy, she knew she had to be secretive about her masturbation, but as both herself and the on screen version of her own past body felt orgasm racing towards them, Kestra couldn't help herself. She lifted her feet away from the peddles of the car, bent her knees, and spread her legs wide apart. She gurgled loudly as she felt her pussy opening up before her trembling fingers, and hissed in fevered desperation when three trembling digits found their mark and sank into her, beginning to pump in and out at the same exact pace she could see Virana's hips rising and falling within the video.

Glancing upward, she caught a glimpse of herself in the rear view mirror. She did not look like someone who was just trying to get comfortable while waiting out a traffic jam. She looked precisely like a woman who was masturbating, face the picture of overwhelmed pleasure, body trembling, the rear view mirror itself shaking as the whole car rocked with the force of her fingers pounding into herself. Kestra didn't stop herself though. She couldn't. It all felt too good, and the sight of Virana fucking her in that video, the sounds of their combined cries ringing out around Rilanthus' quarters and out into the car through the comms pad's speaker was just too much for her to resist.

"Cumming! I... I'm cumming! Oh god. Ooohhhh god, V-Virana... I'm...!"

Kestra's eyes bulged as all of a sudden, she saw the car in front of her begin to move. Then the car to the right of her, and the car to the left too. She shuddered, she grunted, and as she dragged her fingers free from herself, tossed the comms pad back onto the passenger seat and fought to slide her feet back into the footwell and onto the car's pedals, the lizard felt herself beginning to uncontrollably, unstoppably cum just as she had cried out. She gurgled and hissed in ecstasy and desperation as she felt hot jets of ejaculate pour out into the unzipped, open crotch of her jumpsuit, and lurched the car forward four or five feet before it, responding to all the other cars around it, fell still once again amidst a fresh barrage of horns and many cries of frustration at that tiny, teasing amount of progress.

She didn't care though. Kestra didn't care one tiny bit that the traffic jam was ongoing, in fact in that moment she was immensely glad of that fact. After all, such a small and brief amount of movement meant that she was still cumming. It meant that she was still able to stuff her dripping wet hand back between her legs as she removed it from the steering wheel, and rub her pussy to sweet perfection as waves of ecstasy continued to crash over her. And as she glanced down at the comms pad still playing the video where it lay upon the seat beside her, the lizard was glad of the traffic jam's continued presence because there were still over twenty minutes to go on that first segment of the video alone.

She had all the time in the world, or so it seemed. She had more than enough media to keep her entertained for hours to come. And, if people hadn't noticed her cumming that time... there was nothing to stop Kestra from thinking that she couldn't be even more stealthy in her masturbatory bliss the second time around. Or the third, or as many times as it took to get her back home, and into Virana and Rilanthus' arms for real.

By Jeeves

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