Why I am a Voyeur

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Why I am a VoyeurI grew up in the 70’s after the minidress was introduced and enjoyed the sight of all the tights and panty-covered asses that were on display, especially when the wind was blowing on the playground, or the girls climbed stairs at school. Not to mention when they get on their bicycles or when they played sports like tennis or net-ball! There was one particular girl in our class, Cathy, with perfect legs. As I overheard one of the other girls said enviously “if I had legs like that, I would constantly walk on my hands to show them off completely”. Cthy’s skirt was one of the two that was the shortest in the class. While the high hemline stretched the rules, her parents were a liberal couple and insisted she could wear skirts so short. When Cathy sat down, she would do it in such a way that the hem of her little dress moved as high as possible up against her thighs. She was very successful in doing this and even more deliciously, she was very careless when crossing her legs. Another habit of her was to sit astride her chair and in that way, her hemline moved even further up her thighs while sitting down, so far that sometimes, you could see the crotch V of her panties. She was so successful with this, that one of the young woman teachers keeps telling her: “Cathy, close your legs!” I never heard that complaint from one of the male teachers! The teacher that gave her so grieve because canlı bahis of her leg-showing, was self guilty.But here my knowledge of a woman’s body stopped. In those days In Ireland, any exposure of nudeness in pictures (or in public) was a taboo. Even Playboy magazine was banned. There was no internet, and it would be a few more years before VHS tapes would revolutionise the availability of sex films in Ireland – inititally in underground outlets like regular video rental shops that kept and album of porn film covers under the counter and let trusted clients rent hardcore porn. As it was the fashion of the day, all the girls wear mini’s, regardless if they have the legs for it or not. This resulted in a lot of boyish erections because if you sat at the right angle, there was always be the opportunity to look between a girl’s legs. The dresses were just too short to keep such a view hidden. Even girls who were self-conscious about the exposure and would pull down their little skirts an inch to protect their modesty early in the morning, would have gotten tired of this by lunch time and seeing all their friends were also showing panties, I think they became u*********sly more comfortable about it. (Nowadays when I drive past the local school disco and see how spectacularly short the dresses are, and often girls are commando with no panties, I realise that peer pressure is a powerful thing. To me, bahis siteleri the teens of today seem to dress like little porn stars when they go clubbing.)But back to my school – there were those more daring girls that wore light, see-through panties as opposed to the more common white cotton. It was before the days that women shave their pubic hair. For me who was not accustomed to it, it was exciting to watch all the display of legs and the periodicaldisplay of a darker patch under the translucent mterial of a synthetic pantyhose.All this stimulation made me extremely horny and a regular masturbator. I still can remember as an adolescent, how afraid I was the first time I saw cum blowing out of my cock in the school toilet! I played with and touched my cock a lot, bring me a couple of times to the edge. Eventually always, the excitement would get too much and my nuts would gave in under the pressure, releasing their grip. I would reach the point of no return, then end up pumping out all my sperm in white spurts without touching my hard cock or my empting balls. Back to Cathy. She had the habit when she was seated, to remove any creases from her dress by lifting it a couple of inches before pulling it straight and let it down again. This gave everybody in front of her, a perfect view of her legs up as far as her hips. As time went on, she allowed me more privileges. She was the first to allow me. güvenilir bahis I must rather say, with whom I have enough courage to do it to slip my hand underneath her bra. The sensation, felt for the first time a hard nipple brushing over my palm, was out of this world. Months after my hands were familiar enough with the soft roundness of her breasts, with the pebble hard nipples, and with the warmness of her thighs, my hand travelled without resistance deeper in between her legs. While she had not opened her legs to give my fingers access to her delicacy, nether did she press her legs together to bar the way. I felt teased, encuraged. And yes, when my hand needed more space so that my fingers could slip into her juice-filled slit, she moved her legs sideways. At that tim I didn;t know that the wetness was a direct result of an aroused woman, or what the purpose of a clit was. One of our favourites was when our group went to the country to enjoy the fresh air, to walk close together, my fingers buried from behind inside her treasure, caressing the sides and made her nectar dripping on my hand.After a time, she started to slip her hand into my pants and the first time she touched a cock, was also the first time a woman touched my dick. It took quite a while before she started to explore my hard-on. My cock was not used to being touched by a woman and I was hyper-excited.t was a shock for her when I downloaded my excitement because of her caressing of my hard shaft and fondling my balls. Once she rubbed the glans, already dripping with precum so that my cock was as wet as her little pussy, I blew my load.

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