I don’t know if any one specific experience was decisive—maybe several… In any case, I’ve always been very visually oriented and have always wanted to see the pussies and tits of the women close to me: relatives, cousins, neighbors, classmates. When I first discovered masturbation, I could hardly do it without visual stimuli: fashion catalogs, the sight of a teacher’s ass as she writes vigorously on the blackboard—which makes her butt cheeks tremble under her skirt—. The outline of her labia and strands of hair peeking out from a mature woman’s bikini bottoms at the beach, the tits of an aunt visible through the neckline. Etc
. I was turned on by women and girls who would go into the bushes together to pee. So it’s no wonder that when I discovered a good spot to peek, I visited it every day. It was summer in a rural town. It was the same routine every time: the woman would walk up close to the outhouse, lift her skirt( as she walked ) to reach the elastic band of her panties with her hands, lean forward, pull her panties down to her knees, pull her skirt up over her waist exposing her bare buttocks in all their splendor. I think she was about 50, but she had a beautiful culo that I could see very clearly—she didn’t squat down, but stayed in that doggy-style, half-squat position, which was very sexy. On Sundays, I didn’t have to wait. When she came back from church, she’d go straight to pee. I liked it back then that she wore a black skirt and black stockings, which made a nice contrast with her white thighs and buttocks. The best part was one day when she had guests. She came out to the backyard, and this time—so as not to be seen by any of the guests—she came right up to the fence, very close to me. I’d seen her pussy peeking out from between her butt cheeks before, but this time it felt like the first time because she was so close. I could clearly see the darker skin between her legs and butt cheeks, her asshole, and her hairy labia; the slit was open like a purple plum, and the golden stream was splashing the ground but also leaving droplets on the inside of her thighs.I also saw her daughters when they came to visit—one was 28–30 and the other 20–25. I masturbated while looking at them, too, but I preferred to get off when their mother came over. This woman satisfied me the most, without even knowing it. That wasn’t exactly the beginning—I’d seen a bit of bare skin here and there before—but in terms of intensity, this was on a whole other level. After that, I looked for other new opportunities, and there were plenty of them back then.
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