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Swimsuit TeaserI’ve always been a keen swimmer, and swimming seems to have had a large place in my early sex life. As I’ve written in another post I got my first hand job from a boy at a school swimming lesson. In my local swimming baths there were plenty of girls around for me to ogle and for me to show off my skimpy speedo style swim trunks bulging over my sex kit. I developed a taste for girls and women in swimsuits and to this day I don’t think anything shows off a woman’s body more sensuously than a one-piece swimsuit. Swimming was also how a mature naked woman first asked me to masturbate for her. Although over the years I’ve probably forgotten some of the fine detail, I remember enough to fill in what certainly would have happened.In my late teens I regularly went to our local swimming baths in south Birmingham, England. It was quite an old baths and has since been demolished. As well as the girls in swimsuits it had one great attraction for me. It had the old style individual changing cubicles around the pool. The partition walls between cubicles were joined metal plates and I soon discovered the cubicles where a gap had appeared between the plates through which I could surreptitiously peep into the next cubicle. Through those gaps I enjoyed seeing naked boys and men and sometimes watching them wank. But the ultimate prize was always a naked girl or woman. I saw a good many of them too unknowingly stripping for me. I was of course into porn, and through those gaps I saw real live naked breasts, cunts, bottoms and legs just like I’d ogled in the men’s magazines. I don’t know how I never got caught. I guess in those days the lure of seeing a naked woman overcame all my fears. Sometimes I was conscious of being watched through a peephole myself but I never let on I knew I was being watched. That always gave me a good hard erection which I was only too eager to display to my secret admirers and sometimes to bahis siteleri let them watch me wank.One day I was in one of the “voyeur” cubicles changing for a swim and realised there was someone in the next cubicle. I took a chance and peeped through. I was lucky. There was a woman looking about my mother’s age, about forty, quite attractive with a good figure and long brown hair. She was stripping to change into her swimsuit and was already down to a white bra and panties just like my mother wore but briefer.I watched her unclip her bra and slip off her panties. Her naked body was every bit as good as any porn, with big firm breasts and a full triangle of dark pubic hair between her legs. She spent a long time nude tying her hair into a pony tail for her swim and all the time treating me to a long ogle of her naked body from every angle: tits, bum, cunt, the lot. Though I’d seen innumerable still pictures of naked women, that was nothing like as penis straining erotic as seeing a naked woman move, her thighs swinging, her breasts wobbling, her bottom wiggling and her cunt swaying between her thighs. Finally she put on a figure clinging blue one piece swimsuit and left the cubicle.As I swam my eye was constantly on my neighbour in her swimsuit. My trunks strained over my hard shaft as I thought about what I’d seen and what I’d like to do with her. I was in the water holding onto the side rail trying not to let her see I was ogling her swinging thighs and gently bouncing breasts as she walked along the poolside above me. When she got alongside me to my amazement she squatted down right in front of me giving me a close up view of her thighs with her legs just wide enough to show the bulge of her mound and the thin gusset strip of her swimsuit between her legs. She said:“You were looking at me nude in my cubicle through that gap, weren’t you?” I nearly panicked, thinking she was about to tell me she was going canlı bahis siteleri to report me to the pool attendant. The look on my face must have been all the answer she needed, and she continued.“Its my turn now. You’re the same age as my son. I want to see your cock up hard for me and watch you wank in that cubicle. I’m getting out now and you can follow me.”With that she stood and with my eyes locked on her swinging thighs and cheeky bottom she strolled toward her cubicle. I got out and followed her. My swim trunks straining over my erect cock must have looked ready to explode! Passing her cubicle and entering mine I knocked and told her I was back.“Take a look,” I heard from inside, “I’m ready.”With my eye pressed to the gap I saw she was already nude with her wet hair loose down over her shoulders, standing with her legs wide showing off her hairy cunt and with her arms behind her back thrusting her breasts out. She played sensuously with her breasts then slid her hand down her front and between her legs to ruffle her cunt hair and pull her slit open, as if to tease and excite me. It certainly had that effect!“Your turn.” I heard her say, and I saw her eye looking through the gap.I had the kind of steel hard near vertical erection only hormonally supercharged teen boys have. My boner was made even stiffer knowing this randy woman who got a thrill from being seen nude by teen boys like her son and watching them masturbate was enjoying seeing me naked and erect. I decided to give her a good show.I posed for her in the ways I’d showed off my sex kit in “show us what you’ve got” sessions with other boys. I guess it’s part of being a young male. I stepped my foot up onto the little bench so my cock stuck straight out, I stood with my legs spread as wide as the cubicle walls allowed thrusting my hips to show her my kit full frontal, and side on to her showing my rampant cock bending up in profile. I bent canlı bahis over with my legs wide to show her my bum and my hairy balls hanging down. As I performed for her I played with my shaft and balls, fingering myself between my legs, ruffling my thick pubes and lightly stroking my shaft. All the time I was steadily working my penis to the absolute peak of stiffness and sensitivity imagining my admirer’s hand exploring my sex kit and her legs, bum, tits and cunt in my hands.Then I masturbated. Remembering how franticly I masturbated back in my teens I’m sure I put on a good show for her. I’d often been with other boys demonstrating our masturbation technique to each other. My cock’s cut and when I wank I methodically stroke my penis full length from pubes to knob with my fist loosely round my shaft and my thumb and forefinger in a ring catching the base ridge of my cock head. I took my time, treating my cock to rhythmic strokes, grunting and thrusting my hips like I’d do if I was shagging her.I’d learned by then how to edge when I masturbated and I showed her I knew how to hold myself on the brink with my penis straining exquisitely ready to explode. Finally with a deliberately loud grunt I came with my cock almost touching the partition aimed straight at the gap she was watching me through. Some of my spurting creamy spunk went through to her side but most splashed over the wall and trickled down. Afterwards I stood there letting her watch my swinging half erect penis dripping a strand of semen.By the time I’d dressed and opened my cubicle door she had dressed herself and I saw her disappearing out through the doors. I wanked over that memory for a long time. I used to play with my mum’s panties and I fantasised about my admirer tossing me her white panties over the top of the dividing partition to hang on my cock and cum over. For ages after whenever I was in a swimming baths cubicle my cock wouldn’t stay down from thinking of her in the cubicle naked with me.I swam in those baths lots of times afterwards and sometimes I saw her in her blue swimsuit, but she never acknowledged me and I never saw her in the cubicle next to mine again.

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