bugleone wrote:
..... looked straight up into Glynis's most private places bared for our eyes between her luscious thighs and not obscured by any panties. The long lips of her exquisite pussy were thick and covered by damp dark hair which was moistly stuck to her skin and fanned out away from the slit which pulled and flexed as she climbed the stairs of the bus. The inner parts of her pussy, perhaps the hood of her clit peeped out between the hairy labia.
In a few fleeting moments this wondrous and unexpected show was over leaving us to gasp and clutch at our growing erections as we fell into our seats!
That was a wonderful description, and it might please Glynis to know that she was responsible for a stranger's erection and subsequent masturbation 40 years later (courtesy of your good self of course!).
Without intellectualizing it too much, I do wonder how much of these incidents contribute to our future sexuality. In this case- does one find oneself drawn to 'upskirt' themes over and above others?
In my case, I think it had a very definite effect. The first time I saw an adult woman's pussy in 'real life' was when I was 14. My Aunt had come to stay with us whilst my parents were away for a few days. I had always had an interst in this particular aunt- she was the youngest adult reletive that I had at 26 years old.
This was in 1973, so mini skirts were still being worn, together with tights. My aunt always wore short skirts and I often gazed at her nylon-clad thighs with yearning adolecent eyes.
By the time that she came to stay, I knew that I wanted desperately to see what lay at the top of those legs...
In the end, I realized that the only way I was going to get to see was to spy on her, and my prize was gained purely on impulse.
She was going to shower, and I was going to do a very bad thing by watching her through the bathroom keyhole. In practice, this didn't really work, since the shower stall was out of view of the keyhole, but that didn't stop me from trying.
I can still recall the excitement. My heart pounded, my hands shook, and my breathing was heavy. I knew what would happen if I got caught- which only made it better: the risk. I remember having an erectiionin anticipation of what I might see...which turned out to be nothing, until the last moment.
Although the shower was out of view, the toilet was not. She had finished her shower and was walking over to the sink and toilet dressed in her robe. Then, delight of delights...she turned undid the robe. she was naked beneath, and I caught a wonderful look of her bush before she sat down to pee.
It wasn't just her pussy, though. It was the whole ensemble of her curvy hips and smooth feminine thighs combined with the triangular tangle of dark pubic hair that made me catch my breath. here was a real WOMAN!
I watched and listened as she urinated, and watched as she wiped herself, then made a swift exit to my room where I masturbated immediately over what I had seen. Needless to say, I came very quickly indeed!
To this day, I find excitement in the voyeur. To look is sometimes better than to touch it seems....