I am a sex addict. I have been since the first time I saw a nude pic as a c***d. Many years later now I have found my niche. I love to masterbate in p...blic places. Moreso I love to be caught, or seen by unsuspecting women. I love the reactions. Well most of them. I have probably been seen jerking off several hundreds of times. So many I can't remember them all. There are a few notables though, like the first. I was on my way home from work one day and I knew I wouldn't be able to get off for a. She looked over and smiled. I stood there for a few seconds hoping that Jean would see my cock and said I'll be 2 minutes. She said ok and went in. I pulled on a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a T shirt and went over to Jean's. I walked into the kitchen and Jean said I've made tea would you like some? That would be lovely if said. She made the tea and lit a cigarette. She offered me one which I took. While we were smoking and chatting Jean asked if Lisa knew what I did every weekend. I told her. I opened it and it was Trevor. He had locked himself out of his room and asked if he could borrow my tracksuit to put on to go over to the guardroom to get the spare key. I said sure, we all had the same service issue tracksuits but mine was just a little bit small in the pants for him but it was okay. So he dropped his towel and put my tracksuit on naked underneath. Again I went about getting dressed but I was almost beside myself horny with first seeing his eyes on my cock in the shower. The lights flicker, once, twice, then go completely off. Great. I feel my way around, not really familiar with my house yet, not in the dark anyway. I grope my way to the junk drawer and pull out a flashlight. I find the candles I use for dinners and light them, one in each room. I’ve got enough batteries for the flashlight, but the candles may not last, so I blow out ones I’m not using. I change into my jammies and robe, and settle into my easy chair with my flashlight and a good book. I can.