Its not the thrill of being caught, and I never have, but its the different situations and places that get me going.My first time was in a public toil...t.Not the erotic of settings I know but we all start somewhere.I was 19 and in college at the time and had the afternoon off so I went into town to kill some time before I had catch the bus home.I went around the shops until I found myself in a local newsagent, realising I was feeling a lit turned on.This wasn't helped by looking at the magazines. For those two nights, I hadn’t masturbated for two weeks to use all that for those two special nights.We checked into the hotel , everything was going according to the plan. Sasha had a surprise for me. She was wearing a slutty lingerie to make me more horny and just by looking her like that, it made my cock rise like never before. She said she will take charge, I was more than happy to obey her rules. I like being bossed around from girls and she knew that well and took full advantage of. “Nothing!” she said, trying to cover the screen with her hands. “It’s private.”He turned away and went back to his seat.“No problem.”She found Harold at one website, same make and brand as the one she already had. Then she decided she’d try something different. If she ever went back home she didn’t want two of the same thing.She paused, for a few seconds, to parse out what she’d thought. “If” she ever went home. Why did she think of it that way? Of course she was going home. She had to finish. I could see why he was CEO: he had a way of inspiring the people around him and exuded confidence. He was clearly the alpha-male type, and I found myself stealing glances his way more often. We may have even made eye contact a few times, and I had to remind myself that this was technically an interview day, and I should behave. The last thing I need is for my potential boss to think I’m some silly little flirt…The conference ended on schedule, and we drove back to the airport. There were fewer.