Just moved to a new place to start over and don't know anyone here. The neighbors seem nice and all, but the few times they have tried to come over, I have hidden to pretend like no one was home. I am getting out of a bad situation with my family and may have some deep rooted trust issues. After spending a little time on Reddit yesterday afternoon, chatting and role playing with a new friend, I felt the need to go for a walk. I had gotten a little turned on and needed to clear my head. So I went down the street to this medium sized park near my house, where I have been going for the last few weeks when feeling the need to get out. It was near sunset and I am trying to get back into Pokemon Go after years of not being able to play it.

After strolling around for a little bit, it was starting to get dark and there wasn't anyone really around. I could hear some people in the distance playing on the courts, but couldn't see anyone in the immediate vicinity. For some reason, this realization sent a twinge of fear and excitement rushing over me. I usually go for walks in the early mornings, and the park is much more lively at that time. But now, it was earily still. I found myself gravitating towards a secluded bench near a small pond. I sat down on the bench, focusing on my phone, and caught all the remaining nearby Pokemon. Then I sat there, looking out at the water which reflected the fading light of the sky, creating quite the serene view. It was peaceful, and my mind kept drifting back to the emptiness around me, the isolation that I both craved and feared.

Thinking about the day, I couldn't help but remember the roleplaying fun I had on Reddit. It was good, but I don't think either of us got off before having to stop for the da. That's when I noticed I was already soaking wet. My hand moved down between my thighs, rubbing myself through my pants. I have been trying to restrain myself, to not give into all of these sexual urges. It worked for a while, the business of moving cross country helped. But now, with all the time in the world, I found it harder and harder to resist old habbits. Sitting on that bench I unbuttoned my jeans, still thinking about the exciting conversation I had been having earlier that day. My hand slid into my panties, and my finger touched my wetness. I rubbed myself on the bench, my other hand squeezing my breasts and eventually going under my shirt. My nail lightly digging into my skin as I fingered myself on the bench. I thought about many things, including what would happen if someone caught me in that moment. Imagining myself being shared on that bench between two strong, older men is when I went over the edge. My body began to shake, my hands, my legs, and I threw my head back to just let the feeling wash over me.

Wasting no time, I straightened up my clothes and quickly walked home. I don't think anyone saw anything, for better or for worse. Regretibly, this morning I have a couple of bug bites on my stomach. Paying the price for doing something so lewd in a place to peaceful. I felt so bad for doing that, but I am getting turned on by writing this out and thinking about what would happen if I were to do it again.