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The door to the small apartment clicked and swung open violently, the handle bouncing off the rubber guard on the wall as Linnea rushed inside and slapped at the light switch. She closed the door with her back, catching her breath, staring down at her feet. For over a minute she just panted and gathered herself, until with a sigh she pushed off the door, re-locking it and padding the rest of the way inside.

The main room was dominated by a half-size couch and an old flat screen television. It wasn't a fancy new model, but it wasn't an ancient relic either, for which she was thankful. A coat rack in the corner next to the door held her jackets and sweatshirts, while opposite the entrance was the kitchenette, a counter partially separating it from the main area. Across from the wall the TV was mounted on was a short alcove, a pair of doors facing each other inside it. The one furthest from the front door led to the bathroom, and the one leading back toward the front of the apartment was the feline's bedroom.

Setting her water bottle on the counter, the indigo cat looked down at her matted clothing and fur with a frown. She quickly moved to the bathroom and stripped, tossing the sweat-stained clothes into the hamper against the wall. Linnea turned the showerhead in the bathtub on, letting the water begin warming. The lithe girl set one foot up on the edge of the tub and reached behind herself. Under her tail and between her buttocks, she found the base of the large plug she had worn while jogging, and gently pulled. A tiny whine escaped her throat as her anus began stretching around the body of the toy, and she let out a moan as the widest part crowned, the rest of it pulling free quickly. She felt her rear stay open for a moment before slowly relaxing closed, a bit of excess lube leaking out and down her thigh.

Linnea panted again, holding up the plug and blushing. Setting it down on the edge of the tub, she distracted herself by checking the water temperature. A smile and nod confirmed it was acceptable, so she climbed in and pulled the curtain halfway closed to keep water from spraying all over the floor. The brightly-colored feline stepped into the stream, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. The warm water covered her, soaking into her fur and carrying away the sharp scent of her workout and climax. Her hair slicked back under the flow, hands raising to comb through the silver locks. She ran her hands down her front, feeling the small bumps of her nipples marking her otherwise-flat chest. Linnea let one hand slip down her side and to her rear, spreading her cheeks to let the water run over her backdoor. She bit her lip as she washed herself, cleaning away the traces of lubricant and sexual fluids.

A bottle of fur shampoo on the shelf opposite the showerhead was tipped up over her chest, letting out a drizzle of pink fluid before being recapped and set down. The young cat massaged her hands over herself, spreading the cleaning gel through her coat. Every inch of her fur was scrubbed, leaving a vague scent of strawberries. A glance at the green buttplug nearby brought her blush back before she retrieved it and set to washing it as well. Once sure it was clean, it found itself placed back on the edge of the tub. Finally, Linnea reached for another bottle, squirting a combination shampoo and conditioner onto her head and setting to work. As she washed her hair, she sighed and swallowed.

"Okay. So I went jogging." The cat nodded to herself. "And I wore a plug. I do that all the time." A bit of shampoo dripped onto her cheek, which she quickly wiped away. "Except this time I..." Her eyes flicked down to her feet, then back up to the wall. "I masturbated. In a public park." She nodded again. "I took my shirt off, pulled my pants down, and bent over on a bench, and masturbated." She took a deep breath. "Even squirted. And I was playing with my plug the whole time." Linnea's mouth twitched a little before breaking into an embarrassed smile. "And I loved it."

The cerulean feline rinsed her short hair and turned the water off. "I loved every second of it. Someone could have been walking along the same path as me and saw me doing that." She pulled the curtain back to expose her dripping form to no one. "The idea of getting caught was actually exciting. I want to do it again." She stepped out of the tub and pulled her towel off the hook on the wall, beginning to dry herself. "So I guess that makes me..." The cat's blush returned yet again as she dried her crotch and rear. "An exhibitionist. I'm an exhibitionist." The towel moved up to her chest and face, then her hair, where she focused by rubbing the cloth repeatedly over her head. "I need to talk to someone about this."

Confident in her level of dryness, Linnea returned the towel to the wall, picked up her plug, and left the bathroom. She opened the door opposite it to cross into her bedroom, turning to the little alcove next to the door that formed her closet. She opened a large plastic bin on the floor, revealing a modest assortment of sex toys and lubricant bottles, and set the plug with its companions. The feline crossed the room to her bed and flopped onto it next to her laptop, opening the device to wake it up out of sleep mode. Within a few seconds, she was opening the chat program she used and scanning her friends list. Her green eyes flickered over the names as she mentally checked each one off as not someone she wanted to let in on what she had done. The cat's gaze stopped on one username, her smile returning quickly even as a little chat window popped up from that same person.

LovePAck: hihi!

Linnea switched to the smaller popup window and began typing, laying on her front with her feet dangling off the bed.

Catwings: heyhey

LovePAck: hows it goin

Cw: pretty good. just got back from a jog.

LP: sounds fun with it being nice and warm out

Cw: it was! a guy was even checking me out

LP: you go girl! was he hot?

Cw: he was cute

Cw: I think he was looking at my butt

LP: well you do have a great ass

Cw: oh stop

She rolled her eyes and giggled to herself.

Cw: ANYWAY, I wanted to ask you about something

LP: I'm all ears, Linny

Cw: okay, you know how we sometimes

Cw: um

Cw: wear a plug outside

LP: yeah :)

Cw: so I did that on my jog

LP: that's hot

Cw: I know, but that isnt all

LP: oh? do tell

Cw: I kind of got horny in the wooded part of the park

LP: did you jill off

Cw: and I ended up oh my god phoebe

LP: YOU DID

Cw: ...yes

LP: that is SUPER hot

LP: not messing with you

The indigo feline blushed and shifted on her bed, biting her lip softly as she continued typing.

Cw: really?

LP: totally! Ive done that a few times too

Cw: wait really

LP: yeah! its exciting and naughty ;)

Cw: have you ever been caught

LP: maaaaybe once or twice

Cw: is there a kfc somewhere youre banned from

LP: NO

LP: not like that omg

LP: just some guy saw me and was surprised

Cw: thats all? he didnt join in did he

LP: haha no. he just left REAL fast

Cw: well I kinda want to do it again, and was wondering if you

Cw: ya know...

LP: young lady are you asking me for advice on public masturbation

Cw: yes :P

Linnea giggled again and pulled herself up to sit cross-legged in front of her laptop.

Cw: please? do you want a pic of me making sad eyes?

LP: yes, but wont be needed

LP: I just like the idea of you getting off in public

Cw:

LP: <3

LP: but seriously I got some tips for you

LP: and some suggestions

The colorful cat girl took a deep breath and focused, well aware of a new source of growing wetness despite leaving the shower. She spent the next two hours talking back and forth with her friend on the topic of exhibitionism, covering how to spot a good location where she would be unlikely to be interrupted, what people tend to notice easily, and more. She knew Phoebe was a kinky girl, but honestly had not expected her to be so well-versed on the topic. When she finally shut her laptop and pulled her hand away from her groin, her head was swimming with ideas. One in particular that her "mentor" had suggested stood out in her mind, and with a blushing smirk, she knew what she would be doing tomorrow...

The glass door to the small clothing department opened, briefly letting in the sound of the crowd out in the mall before it was cut off once more. Linnea stepped into the shop, wearing jean shorts and a simple red top, purse hanging from one shoulder. She offered a smile to the fox clerk behind the desk, who returned a little wave before returning to his magazine. Only seeing one other customer, the thin girl moved between the racks of clothes toward the wall featuring bathing wear. A small frown crossed the feline's face as she glanced at the bikini tops, sized for a bust she did not possess. She shook her head and sighed, not wanting to think about that yet again. Moving down the row, ignoring the more overtly feminine suits, Linnea finally came across one she liked. It was a simple green one-piece with an open back, and looked like it would match her eyes fairly well. She pulled it off its hook and began padding toward the changing booths to try it on, the clerk acknowledging her with a thumbs up.

Separated from the main store in their own room, the booths were small but functional. Thankfully, they had full doors with locks, instead of the simple curtains she'd seen in other places. As they were all unoccupied, the feline picked the one furthest from the entrance and shut herself in, letting out a sigh as the lock clicked into place. The tiny room had a full-length mirror alone one wall, with a small bench opposite it. She set her purse down against the wall on the seat, out of the way. A few hooks on the back of the door waited for anything that needed to be hung while its occupant changed. Linnea quickly pulled her shirt up over her head and caught the neck on a hook, leaving it out of the way for the time being. She looked at her bare chest in the mirror, a soft blush sneaking onto her cheeks while her nipples slowly perked up. The girl shook her hips back and forth a little, giggling at the idea of stripping for herself even as she unbuttoned her jean shorts. They quickly found themselves hanging from a second hook by a belt loop.

Linnea stood in only her underwear, a pair of blue boxers, taking a moment to collect herself. She swallowed and turned around, looking over her shoulder at her own rear. Her thumbs slid into the sides of the undergarment, slowly pulling them down her hips. As her rear was fully exposed, the cat blushed even harder. Between her white-furred buttocks, a small band of black silicone was visible. She had opted for a smaller plug than the previous day, not wanting too much of a distraction from it, but still finding the idea of wearing one in public too kinky to pass up. Her boxers hit the floor and were nudged to the side, leaving her completely nude. She turned around, looking herself over with flushed cheeks and an anxious smile. The delicate pink petals between her legs were already showing a bit of wetness, giving away her excitement to her imagined audience.

Focusing for the moment, the feline picked up the swimsuit and unclipped it from its hanger. She quickly pulled it on, adjusting and settling it around her slender form. The thin material hugged her body snugly, showing off the curves of her rear and hips, not to mention the slimness of her chest. A little smile grew on her lips as she realized she actually liked how she looked in it. Her lack of real breasts didn't detract from it like she thought it would. On the contrary, the tight suit exposed her feminine build more than her usual attire, drawing attention to all the ways she was still a woman. Two little bumps marked her aroused nipples, the swimsuit obviously doing nothing to hide them, while the crotch developed a tiny dark patch. Linnea sighed and shrugged, not too concerned as she had already decided on purchasing it.

The cat tilted her head at the door to her booth, listening for a moment to confirm that she was still alone, then sat back on the small bench. She spread her legs wide, continuing to blush at her own display. With the suit's material as snug as it was, the crotch had pulled up between her labia to give her a rather obvious 'camel toe.' She imagined walking down the beach with her pussy clearly outlined like that, anyone being able to see her nethers right through the garment. Her fingers were drawn to her crotch, lightly tracing over the thinly-veiled lips. A small gasp escaped her muzzle as she felt just how wet she was already. One finger pushed in, sliding up and down the length of her sex through the spandex. She watched in the mirror as the wet spot grew larger and darker, her action drawing more of her fluids out and soaking them into the suit. Growing bolder, Linnea eased her probing finger down to the bottom of her vulva and gently pushed in. The stretchy material easily molded around her finger as it entered her passage, a unique sensation she was unfamiliar with.

Not wanting to test the suit's limits and rip it, she pulled her finger back and tugged the crotch to the side, exposing her treasure to the air again. The soft, pink folds were dripping and puffy with arousal, open slightly to reveal her tight entrance. Linnea's hand quickly returned to its work, her fingers dancing up and down her lips and occasionally dipping into her vagina. She teased and played with herself for a minute before her ears flicked. Suddenly, a pair of voices and footsteps were approaching the changing booths. The feline held her breath, waiting and focused wholly on listening. "I'm telling you, if Bobby sees you in this he will freak out. I guarantee it."

"You really think so? He's barely noticed me so far." It was a pair of girls, probably around the same age as Linnea. She slowly and quietly let out a sigh, remembering to breath after a moment. She also realized her finger was still knuckle-deep in her pussy, ensuring that her blush stayed at maximum strength. There was a pair of people barely ten feet away now, while she was masturbating. The feline had another realization then, with a tiny grin - she had never been more turned on in her life.

"Definitely. He just hasn't paid attention because he hasn't gotten a good look at you for real." The exhibitionistic cat quietly resumed fingering herself, careful not to go so quickly that her wetness became audible. The stall door right next to hers opened and shut. One of those girls had to be no more than five feet away from her. Linnea's knees trembled even as her free hand moved in to place a pair of fingers over her clitoris. She trapped the tiny, pink nub between them and began gently stroking and tugging it.

The second voice replied from just on the other side of the wall, over the faint sound of clothing being removed. "I hope you're right. I've lost my nerve every time I've even thought of talking to him." Her blue and white-furred hand eased a second finger into the dripping passage it was playing with, making her pause to stifle a moan. The feline didn't know this girl or 'Bobby,' but she easily imagined herself in the same position. Going unnoticed with her lithe frame and tomboyish attitude until she decided to show herself off a little more.

"This beach party will be great, I promise. He'll take one look at you and know what he's been missing." Linnea pictured herself at the party, wearing the suit she was now. As her fingers curled forward in her cunny, she pictured the wolf from yesterday grinning and looking her over. A tweak to her sensitive button and she saw him talking to her and leading her away from everyone else on the beach. "I bet he'll ask you out within the hour." Behind an outcropping of rocks, out of view, she would pull his trunks down and take his manhood into her mouth. The slender girl twitched and clenched around her fingers. Even her fantasies were taking on elements of exhibitionism. She licked her lips and panted as softly as she could, still trying to pay attention to the girls and her volume.

"I hope he does more than ask me out." A giggle from both girls covered a tiny whine from the locked stall. The wolf was bending her over now, pulling her one-piece off her thin body. His hands were on her rear and pulling her tail out of the way. Linnea's fingers found the slightly rougher patch of flesh on the front wall of her vagina and stayed there, moving in a small but firm circle over it.

"Sarah! Oh my god, someone might hear you." In the feline's head, she moaned and laughed as the wolf's hips met hers again and again, his thick cock driving into her tightness and pushing her forward in the sand. In the real world, her legs shook and her breath came in small, muffled gasps. Her button throbbed against her fingers, bright red from arousal and stimulation. A tiny puddle had formed on the bench under her from her excess fluids leaking around her fingers. She pushed and rubbed against her G-spot with determination, seeking the public release she thirsted for.

More sounds of clothing from the other stall, most likely indicating the girl redressing. "Oh please, there's no one else here." Linnea paused for less than half a second as she noted that they didn't even know she was listening, let alone getting her rocks off. Their unawareness was like an adrenaline surge, a shiver running up her spine. "So what about you and Evan?" The sounds of the voices faded in the cat's ears as she sped toward her climax, alongside her fantasy. The wolf grunted as his hips slapped her buttocks harder and faster. She could only mewl under him until she felt him go over the edge. A sudden flash of sticky, wet heat inside her and a growing pressure from the base of his member. Linnea had been knotted by canines before, and always loved the sensation. The bulging glands at the base of his penis would expand and lock him inside her, trapping his seed and tying them together. She imagined being stuck like that for at least half an hour, the wolf spooning her and gently thrusting into her.

Finally, it was too much for the slim feline. The attention to her G-spot and clit pushed her past her limit. Her hips bucked and a quick inhale signaled the start of a moan, which she held to avoid giving herself away. Linnea's vulva quivered, her vagina gripping her fingers while her anus squeezed the nearly-forgotten plug. Clear fluid jetted from her urethra in several short streams, in time with her clenches. Her eyes went wide as she squirted, the liquid arcing gracefully to patter against the mirror and floor. It was too late to do anything about it, though, so she gave in to the moment. A few more squirts laced her ejaculate across the glass until her tremors died down, only a weak dribble escaping to leak down over her fingers. The slender girl's fantasy evaporated as she returned to the world, cautiously letting out her breath as quietly as she could and listening. The girls were still talking about something, the adjacent stall door opening and closing.

Linnea didn't have a chance to reorient herself with the her eavesdropping, as the commotion outside stopped suddenly. The second voice spoke up with a curious tone. "Hey, do you smell something?" The indigo feline covered her mouth with one hand and glanced down at her mess and exposed nethers. She quickly tugged the swimsuit back over her vulva, but otherwise sat still and silent.

The first speaker replied after a faint sniffing sound. "Sort of? Wow, you must really be hot for Bobby."

"What?!" Linnea had to then stifle a giggle in addition to her panting, relaxing somewhat. "That's not..."

"No one else is here, silly. But I promise not to tell." The girl laughed, her voice growing more distant. The naughty feline heard quick footsteps as Sarah followed her friend with another protest. She waited nearly a full minute before exhaling with a giggle. Looking over the mess she'd made on the mirror and the soaked crotch of the swimsuit, she could only blush and bite her lip. There wasn't much she could do about that, and if she was being honest with herself, she found the idea of leaving her 'mark' sort of appealing, even so soon after an orgasm. With a tiny grin to herself, she pulled her shorts and shirt back on, leaving the swim suit on beneath. Her boxers were stashed away into her purse, and she took a moment to touch herself up in the mirror, making sure she didn't look conspicuous.

Confident in her presentation and that the stall would go unused until she was far away, Linnea made her way back out into the main shop and walked up to the counter. The clerk clipped the tag off the suit and scanned it. Thinking ahead based on Phoebe's tips, the cat paid in cash to make it a little harder to connect her to anything she'd done there. She felt a little bit of extra relief as she left, seeing the fox continue browsing his magazine instead of checking the changing booths. Back into the hustle and bustle of the mall she went, pulling out her phone and sending a text. She quickly received a response, bringing a smile and blush to her cheeks. The feline tucked her phone away and started on her way home.