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A few teenage memories from the 1960s ... tame now but a massive thrill at the time.

When I was in my early teens, my bedroom was in the attic of our house. It was a semi detached house and my bedroom window looked across the narrow passage between us and the next pair of semis ... no more than a few feet. Opposite my window was that of the bedroom of an attic flat ... the opposite house had been divided up into flats. It was rented by a youngish woman, 30 perhaps, who constantly walked around her flat in her underwear ... curtains open and with no nets. She must have got dressed and undressed elsewhere - the bathroom perhaps - as I never saw her naked, but she constantly walked around the bedroom in her bra and panties and I would see her put on her stockings in the morning and take them off at night. I would lie in bed in the pitch black late at night and, when she came into her bedroom and put on the light, it would lighten up my room slightly. That was my signal to go to the window, kneel down and look through a gap in my curtains as she removed her dress and walked around in her underwear and stockings and suspenders. Of course I was wanking as I watched and usually spurted while she was removing her stockings. Sadly she would leave the room in her underwear and come back in her nightie before turning out the light ...she probably changed in the bathroom when cleaning her teeth. She wasn’t particularly attractive facially, but she had a great body, and she caused me serious jizz loss in the year or so that she was there. The flat was then rented out to a young couple, but they closed the curtains.

In 1966, when I was 15, I had a summer job in an office during the school holidays. It was the glorious year in which skirt levels had begun to rise, but the dreaded tights had not yet come in. As a result, I saw flashes of stocking top throughout the day, from young women right up to middle aged women with flabby white cellulite thighs. Regardless of the age and looks of the woman, each glimpse of stocking top and white thigh got me rock hard. As a tetosterone filled teenager, it was all too much ... every time I saw a flash of stocking top, I had to go to the toilets and wank. Good job I could easily do three a day at that age.

When I was 19, I lived in a rented bedsit on the second floor of a converted house. On the ground floor was a flat rented by a young couple ... she was a mousy, plain looking librarian type and I hardly gave her a second look. One night I came home quite late and, as I passed their flat to go upstairs, I heard a groan and then more groans ... it was clearly a woman groaning ... and I realised that they were fucking. I couldn’t hear him (other than him occasionally saying shhhh to her as she was making a lot of noise) but she was really into it. Occasionally she would say things like “fuck me” or “ram that cock into me” ... I can’t remember exactly what, but you get the idea. It was pitch black in the hallway and so I reasoned nobody would be coming in or out, so I took out my cock and wanked while I listened. She moaned and groaned for a while longer before having a noisy orgasm and, shortly afterwards, I heard him grunt and all went quiet. I had already shot my load into my hanky while she was climaxing. I looked at her in a different light after that.