Growing up.

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Growing up.I have spoken many times about women as exhibitionists, to one degree or another. To me, it’s certainly part of foreplay. If I’m going to have sex, whether it’s with my husband, or Another, I like to do the unwrapping. Standing a few feet away, unzipping my dress…………………… A real turn-on for me.I remember as a young girl. I’d be 12, or 13. I’d just started growing breasts and I had nice curvy hips. I’d started growing pubic hair and had a lovely dark triangle. I’d already started to get sensations between my legs and touched myself in bed, but hadn’t yet started to finger myself properly. I remember getting quite flushed and was, I suppose, a little concerned about whether my heart would explode, it was pounding that fast. One afternoon, I was in my bedroom. The curtains on the full length French windows were open. We lived in a bungalow, the same one I live in now. My husband and I moved back in when my mother left it to me in her will. Anyway, back to the tale. I’d just got back from school and was going to get changed. My mum had nipped across the road to a neighbour for coffee. Mr Pointer, who lived next door, was in his garden. I was going to shut the curtains, but something stopped me. I felt such a hot flush when I saw him there. He didn’t turn me on, it was the bursa escort realisation that I could turn him on. He looked across at the room I was in. I diverted my gaze to give the impression that I’d not seen him. I remember thinking I had to do something to hold his attention before he turned away. My hands were already at my school tie, undoing the knot. I moved a couple of yards across the room. I was still in his view, but, I could now see him in my dresser mirror. Oh, I’d certainly got his undivided attention. He’d moved behind a bush, his face visible between the branches, looking straight at me. The tie off, I started on my blouse. I was fumbling as I undid the buttons. I opened it fully and felt the most amazing tingling in my pussy as I took it off. My heart was pounding like mad. I threw the blouse on the bed and a quick check in the mirror. Yes, he was still there. I put my foot on the bed and undid my shoe. I took it off and repeated the exercise on my other foot. I remember thinking that I shouldn’t make this look too contrived. If I stripped too slowly, he may think I know he’s there. I wanted this to look so innocent. I remember thinking what a mature thought that was !! Years later, I always thought of that moment as being my real sexual awakening. I unzipped bursa escort bayan the skirt and stepped out of it. I moved nearer the window and bent down to slip my socks off. God, I felt ever so sexy. Stripped to my knickers and bra, being ogled by a man. Should I stop ? The thought did occur to me, but, I felt between my legs. I was so wet. I’d never had that happen before. A bit scary. Maybe, I’d pissed myself. But, as I pressed my pussy, I got such a sweet sensation, such a thrill I couldn’t start to describe. I undid my bra. Wow, that sensation, as a slight breeze through the open window touched my breasts. Christ, what was happening. My nipples were so hard. Here I was, this young innocent girl, stripped to her knickers, showing her tits to a neighbour, old enough to be her father. I’d better stop now……….no, I won’t, ………..yes, I must, my brain argued with itself. Suddenly I was stepping out of my last item of clothing. Too bloody late. I was completely naked now. Another glance in the mirror. He was still behind the bush, his eyes transfixed on me. I was the star of the show. I turned him on all by myself. I was a woman. I’d got all the bits. I walked towards the window. Look at this. Bet you’d like to fuck this, wouldn’t you, my brain wanted to say. But, escort bursa still having a little sense, I made sure I was looking into my garden, so as not to let him thing he’d been caught. No, sir, this was going to happen again and again. I stretched up and closed the curtains.I got on the bed and, legs apart, I set about inspecting my pussy. God, I was so wet. Before I knew it, my fingers were in, splashing away. My other hand was on my tits, each one in turn, tweaking my nipples. I don’t know why, but I rolled over. It must have been pure instinct. Both hands now between my legs. Lifting my lower half up on my knees, fingering myself stupid, moving my upper half forwards and backwards on the eiderdown, agitating my nipples. Then that explosion as I came. Oh that sexual relief. That first thrill of an orgasm. Oh wow! My first proper solo sex and probably the quickest ever. I just lay there, spent. The sound of the door opening startled me from my daydream. Mum came in. I sat up and instinctively grabbed a pillow to cover myself. “Ooooops”, she said. She walked over to the bed and sat down. “Don’t be embarrassed”, she said, as she reached across and felt the wet eiderdown. “We all enjoy some me time, you know. Even me. I’ll just have to remember to knock on you door, in future.” She leant across the bed and kissed me on the forehead. “I’m going to start making tea. You take your time”. She left and closed the door. I lay back and felt better than I’d ever done before. And, my God, my mum masturbates…….amazing.

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