Written Story: Cumming In A Crowd Akira's breath came in sh..

Written Story: Cumming In A Crowd

Akira's breath came in short, ragged gasps as she stumbled through the crowded street, her body betraying her with every step. Her face flushed a deep crimson, her heart raced wildly in her chest, and her core throbbed unmercifully between her thighs. She had been walking like this for several minutes now, desperate to find a place where she could relieve the building pressure and finally find some relief. But as she wove in and out of the throng of people, her mind spinning with desire, she realized that there was no escape from the relentless, aching need that consumed her.

She tried to focus on anything else, anything that might distract her from the sensations wracking her body. The smell of food carts wafting through the air, the chatter of passersby, the bright neon signs advertising stores and restaurants. But nothing could drown out the insistent beat of her heart or the fire that burned within her.

Akira felt a desperate urge to touch herself, to ease the unbearable ache that threatened to overwhelm her. She ducked into a narrow alley, her back pressed against the cool brick wall, and slid her hand beneath her skirt. Her fingers found her wet, throbbing center, and she let out a shuddering gasp as she began to stroke herself.

The world around her faded away, replaced by a haze of pleasure. She arched her back, her head thrown back, her hips grinding against her hand in time with the rhythm of her touch. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body tense and shaking as she neared the brink. She was so close, so close to release, and yet she couldn't quite get there. The pressure built within her, unyielding and relentless, demanding to be released.

Finally, with a cry that was half-sob and half-moan, Akira gave in to the inevitable. Her body convulsed, shuddering with waves of intense pleasure as she climaxed, the release so powerful it threatened to overwhelm her. She gasped and moaned, her fingers digging into her skin as she came, her back arching tighter against the wall. When at last the sensation began to subside, she slid down the wall, panting heavily, her legs trembling beneath her.

She felt a pang of guilt wash over her. What must the people walking by think, hearing her moans and gasps? They must have thought she was crazy, or worse. But she couldn't help it. The desire that coursed through her veins was too strong, too overwhelming. She couldn't fight it any longer. With a sigh, she pulled her hand away from her damp underwear and stood up, resigned to face the world again.