Stephanie clenched her jaw and looked around anxiously, fidgeting; she could feel her hard cock throbbing with need and felt the flames of lust licking the edges of her consciousness as she tried to politely make her way out of the store. Gods, she was just so achingly hard. Why did they have to play that song? Sure it was a classic, but that's why Lauren loved it and had made it a trigger for her. Why she had conditioned Stephanie's body to respond when it played, and reinforced it and reinforced it and reinforced it herself. Last time they'd made time to be together, those same husky lead vocals filling the store now had filled their bedroom, and after Lauren had put it on, she had turned around and fixed Steph with that look, with those intense eyes and that evil little grin, as she had stalked back over and ...

Stephanie leaned on a shelf to steady herself and tried not to swoon in the aisle. She shook her head to futilely try to clear it. Oh, that hadn't helped. Maybe she didn't need to leave the store, maybe she just needed to find the restroom. This couldn’t wait for home. This didn't want to wait at all, wanted satisfaction right here and right now and didn't care about the rest of the world at all, and as hot as that was, she had just enough restraint to delay it a little. Maybe.

She held the basket in front of her raging hard-on and desperately looked up for the signs. Let it not be far, she pleaded. She could already feel the rest of her body following her shaft's lead. Her skin flushing. Blood rushing to her chest, nipples hardening more in readiness for a good time. She tried to take a few deep breaths but with each heartbeat she felt her body straining against the limits of her clothes and resolve. C'mon, where was it?

There, there was the arrow pointing to the restroom. There was the way to the privacy she needed. There was the promise of frantic release and sweet relief.

The promise of attention soon both bought her time and made her even hotter in anticipation.
Its ok, just focus enough to get there. Now that she had a destination, she just put all her attention on that, a woman on a mission. Push all the rest of it down, for now. Just focus on getting there. Just a little longer. She briskly strode down the aisles, not in a run that would attract attention, but not too far from it.

Funny, she thought fleetingly, it’d look like she was rushing cause she needed to use the bathroom, and she was, but not for what they thought.

Ah, there it was. One of those little bathrooms that’s one room that locks and no stalls. Perfect. She set down the basket by the door, popped inside the door, and locked it, finally alone. She let out a deep, shuddering breath and let her hand start to stroke the front of her pants as she considered the space and how to actually do this, fighting for the last bits of restraint before letting go entirely. It felt good even through her pants; it was so flush and sensitive and demanding.

She leaned against the door, pawing at herself, looking around the room. Pretty clean, which was good. Did she want to sit down and lean back and ... No, No, she wanted to stand and bend over and tense her legs as...she pushed off from the door and collapsed over to the sink, catching it, and drawing herself back up. One hand, knuckles white, holding her up, as the other worked its way under her waistband and wrapped around her torrid libido. She looked her reflection in its lidded eyes as she gasped wantonly at the flood of sensation, seeing her need only increasing it. Oh yes, she needed this.

She was so horny. She could feel her pulse pounding in her ears and just the pressure of her grip around herself was making her twitch. Not even moving yet, just holding it. And she could see it in the mirror, her own desperation reflected back at her. The lust in her eyes. The flush of the heat. And she knew that Lauren had done this to her. Her partner wasn't even there and could make her this fucking horny. Had fucked with her mind and body and trained it to do this and feel this way on command. At any time. This intensely.

It made everything even hotter.

It was only a few confined pumps to take the edge off before really getting down to business. Savoring it a bit, reassuring her body it was about to get even better before straightening up and freeing both hands. They tried to be as quick as possible, flying to pants to pull out a small bottle of lotion, undoing buttons, and yanking pants below her ass, letting her meat bobbing up and out into the cool, open air. Then undoing more damn buttons from her shirt and a front clasp to free heaving tits, then squirt some of that lotion into her hand and ...oh yes.

Cool initially and slickening. Spreading it around, coating the whole length, oh yes, feel it getting right and warm and letting her hand…

Steph hunched back over, looking into the mirror again. Seeing the needy slut in the mirror, eyes barely open as her hand starts to fuck up and down her engorged shaft. Panting as she starts to speed up. Noticing her nipples and losing sight of the mirror as she goes from hand to elbow holding her up, brushing then gripping nubs to add to the waves of pleasure boiling and building below as she fucks herself, mind lost to the sensation and rhythm. Breath ragged. Fist pumping. Heart racing.

Hot visions and snippets of lovers and porn ghosting through her as she builds and then
that song and Lauren and the conditioning finally overtake all of it and saturate her overheating mind. That husky sexy voice calling for her over the speakers. Her body being played like another instrument along with the music. Her nerves thrumming to the beat and Lauren’s manipulations. The wet, hot skin against her skin. The silky tightness around her rod. The whispered words in her ears. All of it driving her deeper into that pit of lust. Leaving her quivering and desperate. Aching with pleasure and want. Feeling amazing. 

Her arm does its best to her express whats inside her, her hand flying, her pounding cock responding, and her fuck focused mind thundering on towards …

Ah, the tension explodes and bursts and spurts out of her. She forgets to breathe as her face scrunches and her mouth stretches down, lost in it, entire body tensed and stiff and held tight except a spasming hand, flashing up and down then pausing, then again, pump...pump...pump... all awareness blotted out by pleasure except the ropes of jism erupting from her impossible hardness.

Then a ragged gasp as the peak passes and she rides it down, still pumping, but relaxing again, breathing again. Shivers as she keeps stroking but feels it fading. Her face and body going loose, as the hand at her chest goes back to the sink to hold her up. A few last pumps of her softening cock and then finally relinquishing it and finding the sink as well, straight arms propping up slack shoulders as her body sags, and she pants, eyes still closed, and soaks in the afterglow of fucking herself. Feeling the warmth of the exertion and the delicious, mind-consuming bliss fading but still there. Deep, mouth open, chest filling breaths as she savors it and tries to hold on but feels it slipping away with each passing moment, that temporary paradise giving way to reality once again.

She blinks, still panting, but focus starting to return. The rest of the world coming back into her awareness. Thoughts beyond need taking shape again.

Phew. Oh, mmm, that is better. In the mirror, don’t you look pleased and nicely fucked. Uh-huh. Mmm.

She straightens up, rolls her shoulders, and flexes her hands. Guess its time to clean up and get back to shopping.

        *        *        *

Stephanie steps out of the restroom, looking refreshed. Picks up her basket, and carries it at her side as the other hand flicks through contacts on her phone, then holds it to her ear.

“Hey! No, I just thought you’d wanna know; guess what song I just heard at the store? Nope. No. Yes, that one! I told you it was too popular! Yeah but….No, not in the aisle! I’ll have you know I managed to restrain myself enough to get to the restroom… oo, quite the mess, mhmm. … oh, you do, do you?....well, I suppose I could show you when I get home, exactly what I couldn’t help myself doing ... But I do think we should change songs ... Really? It would take more sessions? Oh damn," she smirks, "how terrible...”