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, one afternoon, getting home from school, and, as usual, went to my bedroom to get changed. I'd stripped down to my bra and knickers and, rushing around, to get out with my friends, tripped over a discarded shoe. I finished up, on my front, on the floor, and, suddenly felt an amazing sensation, in my breasts, as my bra brushed against the roughness of the carpet. I lay there, quite still, mesmerised by the sensation. I moved my body from side to side, feeling my nipples harden. I knelt up, undid my bra and threw it on the floor. I remember touching my stiffened nipples before lowering myself back to the floor, this time my bared breasts making contact with the rough carpet. With my hands clasped behind my back, I moved my body from side to side, my breasts pressing into the pile of the carpet. I don't remember doing it, but, at some point, I must have put my hand inside my knickers. All I remember was gasping for breath as I fingered myself to my first real orgasm. Needless to say, that became quite a regular after school activity.
But, of course, there were other stages of my growing up. A couple of years later, I was probably 15 by now, 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 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, from my new vantage point, 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 the blouse 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 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, feeling between my legs, I realised how wet I was. I’d never had that happen to that extent 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. Should I stop. My heart was pounding. I had my back to the window. I couldn't stop myself. I had both hands behind my back and my trembling fingers found their way to the clasp. I undid my bra and slipped the shoulder straps down my arms. Wow, that sensation, as a slight breeze through the open window touched my breasts. Christ, what was happening. My nipples were so hard. I half turned and put the bra on the back of a chair. 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. I looked down my body, now only covered by a flimsy pair of white cotton knickers. I couldn't stop my hands moving downwards and delicately touching the waistband. I held my breath for a second and 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, still having a little sense, I made sure I was looking into my garden, so as not to let him think 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. 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 your 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.