My previous narratives have been from my imagination. This is my real story about how I became a voyeur. Although I've been involved in a lot of great sex since, early experiences stick in the memory as more erotic.
I left school in the late fifties getting a job in commercial photographers. My main jobs were to developing the olden style black and white shots taken with their own cameras. I was a very naive youngster never having had a girlfriend and only having seen my young cousins naked occasionally, having had no sisters. I hadn't been told about sex at home or school, as sex education was not usual at the time. What I'd picked up was only what the other boys talked about at school.
We'd get hold of the usual girly magazines from my mate's big brothers. Unfortunately at the time the censors banned showing genitals so the girls were posed with vases in the way or discreet angles. The occasional full frontal was shown but the girl's genitals and even pubic hair were air brushed out.
I remember finding a magazine in the papers put out to burn at bonfire night. In it amongst the cleverly posed girls with big tits was one that made me hard immediately. She was a gorgeous Latin girl with a caption saying Italian beauty queen. Not only had she got a wonderful figure but also she was posed full frontal.
But what would nowadays show all her features looked like smooth skin between her legs. Everything else had been air brushed out because of the law at the time, no wonder I was confused!
When later pubic hair was shown the girls wore pubic wigs, so nothing real could be seen. Was this really a concession by the censor or another way of frustrating the local youth?
This was way before the days of the Internet, digital cameras, Polaroid's or even colour film. Then they had no problem sending us raunchy shots to develop.
There were mature ladies posing topless or completely naked on some foreign beach. Men were naked as well; the wives had obviously taken these and this confused me as I'd naively thought it was a man thing sexy photos. It was quite a shock to realize ladies felt that way to.
There were hundreds of photos of naked families on nudist beaches and clubs, tasteful ones the same as usual holiday shots but unclothed. Playing with sandcastles running in the water etc.
However the ones that I liked best were of mum's daughters, girlfriends and strangers that had been taken without them realizing. Lying on their beach towels or in the dunes where they thought they were unobserved. Most didn't show a lot except for great figures and mixed sized boobs.
But some of the dune type ones; you could see they were taken with the Voyeur photographer lying down by the grass protruding at the bottom of the shots. In these there were close ups of pussies, legs spread both front and back shots. Sometimes even swollen lips with suntan lotion being applied or even masturbation shots.
Then there were the medical photos for the records. My boss took these himself as the hospital insisted on mature photographer. Some were weird like the lady who had grown horns on her head like a goat; they were about three inches long just like a devil's depicted.
Others were real gynaecological photos, close ups showing every part of a woman's sexual anatomy. I'd never imagined the variety of women's genitalia.
The size of the virginal openings varied considerably from small to massive. There were close ups of clitorises again varying from miniscule to big and bulbous. Then the outer and inner lips were so individually different, from little girl like slits to long dark lips that hung down several inches. Some inner lips were completely hidden but others were very visible indeed.
Oddly enough none of these pictures turned me on, but they did make me curious and aware that though women's genitalia was basically the same there were so many variants.
I was keen to find out at first hand and wanted to do my own close up comparisons. Which guy doesn't?
I soon realized that though pussies were an important part of a girl, it needed the rest of her body to be really so. I loved girl's thighs, both the inside and the outside, the shapely way the top of a girls thigh moved as she walked particularly fascinated me.
Naturally I wanted to experience the real thing myself, but I was a skinny youth and when I eventually did get girlfriends they were as inhibited as most were at this time before the pill. Kissing and feeling their breasts was as far as I got.
I'd been promoted to an area sales manager and often stayed away in hotels and looked wistfully at massage parlours and French model upstairs cards but never got the courage to participate.
When I was thirty-four years old I met a wonderful girl called Lucy (intentionally incorrect name.) Working in a small shop I controlled, she persuaded me to invite her to the company Christmas dance. She was a lovely Welsh girl with 40D cup tits, but also with great intelligence and personality.
She turned up looking gorgeous wearing long black thy length boots with five-inch heels very tight trousers and low top with no bra. We danced and she French kissed me in a way I'd never been kissed before. When one of my friends with a lady killer reputation tried to cut in she told him to get lost and held on to me all evening.
At the time she was living with a tall dark and hansom Italian who was a part owner of a restaurant, he was also a black belt in Karate. She'd been living with him since she was eighteen. Despite my rival and his violent temper, we became lovers and she at twenty-two 12 years my junior taught me what real sex was about.
She asked me to have anal sex that we both liked, she put my hand on her bum and had me feel her when others were watching.
One day she got me to park at night in a notorious car park in Hyde Park. She got my cock out and gave me a blowjob while a dozen men were looking in the windows at us and wanking their cocks either touching or just inches away.
Then I licked her to an orgasm while her tits were out of her bra. While we did this, the Voyeurs shot off onto the windows. After feeling foolish and scared to start with, eventually I found being watched as erotic as watching.
I came to like dangerous location sex; she would stop in the street the park and give me blowjobs with people around. When we were driving she would say stop I need sex and we would do it in lay-bys woods fields anywhere. The more public the better for Lucy would cum harder the more public we did it.
We'd have sex several days per week; she had very small periods only lasting a couple of days so there was little disruption. I asked her how her Italian lovers cock compared to mine, risky question really. Lucy said his was three inches longer but at least mine worked, he couldn't get his hard, the only sex he had with her was when she gave him a blow job when he said he couldn't sleep.
Eventually she chucked him out and gave me a key to her flat. She called me her marathon man, not because I ran the race although I did but because of my sexual stamina. We spent many full days in bed and on one occasion I came 12 times and she 16 major and countless minor cums. It was her Idea to keep count; she said I'd doubled her record. On another occasion she gave me a blowjob while I drove at 100 miles an hour on a motorway. (What if we had been stopped?)
One weekend we went down to Brighton just after the nude beach had opened. We walked naked along the stones while Lucy made comments about each cock she saw, giggling at any that showed signs of hardness.
We sat around and she put on a show for the guys opening her legs wide to try to provoke hard ons. On the way home she made me stop and we had sex for ages in a small copse on a hill.
I was in love with Lucy, our affair lasted a full five years she was the person I wanted to spend my life with. When fate lent a hand, her father died of a heart attack at seventy while having sex with a girl friend. (That's the way I want to go!) Lucy had to go back to Wales to look after her mum and eventually it all ended. Though she phoned me a few years after to say she wasn't happy and missed me. I missed her and will always love that girl, who'd taught me to be a voyeur / exhibitionist.
One day I was staying in Brighton on business and as I had the morning free thought I'd go back on the nude beach where I had enjoyed the time with Lucy. I stripped off but was disappointed that most nudes were men there were even a group of guys who were obviously dedicated sun worshipers. These were older scraggy men who were originally white skinned but were now walnut coloured and very wrinkled with shrivelled up genitals.
This was not what I wanted to see at all, so I kept on walking over the stony beach. Further down I could see females, this was the family area and all the women had men with them. I walked by the waterside and tried to see any sexy women, but it was disappointing. Most women were naked but demurely keeping their legs together so nothing was on show although various sized breasts could be seen.