5 comments/ 18108 views/ 6 favorites Real Stories By: yesterdays As it says, these are some real stories from my life, lightly fictionalized. They aren't really traditional exhibitionist or voyeur stories, but mostly closer to accidental and "accidentally on purpose" examples of that. The ones here don't yet end in sex, but a few in the second part, if it gets written, do. Names and few other details have been changed, but these stories are something like 90-100% true—at least as best as I can remember them. Why share real stories? Well, as wonderful as fantasies are, and none of us would be here if we didn't love those, real stories have a certain charge for me—and I imagine for some of you—because they did actually happen. In my case, most of these are from decades ago. Some of these are just little vignettes, while others are more like stories. I'll put asterisks in-between each memory. I wish that others here would share more of their real memories of seeing and being seen... ***** I grew up in a middle class suburb of a nice city. I was reasonably handsome but shy, and in some ways I still am. A few women flirted with me in high school, but I didn't ever have a serious girlfriend. In fact, as we'll see, I didn't lose my virginity until I was 20. This first memory is very brief, but when I was 18 and a senior in high school (in the early 1980s), I saw a woman's breasts for one of the first times. My Mom was taking me on some errands, and we had to get something from her friend's house. This woman knew we were coming by, but when went there and knocked and rang the bell there was no answer. But the door was open, and so my Mom let us in and we started walking into the house looking for what my Mom had to pick up. It was still a mystery as to why her friend wasn't there, however, because my Mom had to talk with her about something, and so she said to me we should go see if she was in the backyard. As we walked out the back door, we saw her there sunning herself on her deck, laying on her back with her bikini top off. My Mom was in front of me and so didn't see me staring at her friend's medium large breasts that looked almost a little like giant over-easy fried eggs to me. She was a lovely redhead, about 30 years old. My Mom said, "Oh, sorry Julie, I just needed to talk with you quickly about this." Julie opened her eyes and said in a friendly voice, "that's ok," and then and sat up, which made her breasts jiggle a little. "Just a minute," she added. She saw both of us there and seemed to smile at me a little as she picked up her top, put it on, and then tied it behind her. She didn't seem shy or upset at all. After that, whenever I saw red haired Julie with her freckles I could, and did, usually picture her beautiful breasts beneath her clothes. She was always nice to me, and had a lovely smile. *** Just before college, also when I was 18, I had a summer job in the big city. I moved away from my parents to stay with some "hippy-ish" friends of the family. This couple didn't have kids then, and were very casual about their clothes, although for the innocent 18 year old they tried to be a little more modest. They were doctors, in residency then, and had a good sized house in a somewhat gritty neighborhood. And I wasn't the only person living there for my job. Another was one of my co-workers who was a woman who was another friend of my family's. She was in her late 20s, and was a slender and very pretty brunette that I'll call Alexa. She was like a big sister to me, except she wasn't, but like the owners of the house became casual about how much she was wearing. These people had dogs we liked to play with, and one morning when only the two of us were in the house I was with her in the living room laughing and playing with the dogs. She had on a very short bathrobe, and was sitting on the floor with her legs together and curled up underneath her. As she played with the dogs, wrestling and throwing toys, she slowly and seemingly accidentally separated her legs. Eventually I looked down and realized with a shock she had no underwear on, because I could see Alexa's curly brown hair down there, and even a hint of her slit. At first, I don't think she realized, or more likely just didn't care. But then, even though I was trying to hide it and be subtle, I'm pretty sure she could tell that I was glancing down her way once in a while. She didn't cover up, but instead got a secret smile, if you know what I mean, and kept on rough housing with the dogs, and giving me a few more peeks at her pussy. She pretended she wasn't flashing me, and I pretended I wasn't looking, and it went on that way for a few minutes, including a few glimpses of her small pointy breasts. Finally, she got up, gave me a warm smile, straightened and tied her robe, and said she was off to the shower. That was 30 years ago, but it's still a warm memory for me, since it was really the first time I ever saw a woman's pussy outside of magazines. And knowing that she seemed to be doing it a little on purpose, letting it happen almost as a little present for me, made it special. A few days later she flirted with me a bit at working lunch we had together, and I think that if I hadn't been one her best friend's little brother, and I I hadn't been so shy, perhaps something might have happened. *** During this time, also when I was 18, my family went to Hawaii. Directed by a friend as a practical joke, we were told to hike a long jungled trail to a special secluded beach that was supposed to be particularly beautiful. I was a fast hiker and far ahead of the rest of my family when suddenly, walking up the trail, was a beautiful woman with short black hair—completely nude except for her large backpack. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and as she walked closer, jiggling her small breasts a little, I'm afraid I glanced down for just a second from her breasts to her furry cunt in awe. "Good morning!" She said in a happy voice as she began to approach. I quickly made eye contact and smiled and said, "Good morning!" I couldn't help but give her a big smile, which made her smile even larger. I was 18 then, but for most of my life I've looked younger than my age, and my guess is that at that moment I looked to her like an innocent 15 year old. And except for the age that was pretty much the truth. I was very innocent then. It was a long hike to the beach, and there were more and more nude people, often in couples, taking a natural hike back, the men with their dicks jiggling down. I guess they put back on their clothes just before they got back to "civilization"? Anyway, once down at the beach most of my family first got a laugh out of the joke the guy who'd recommended the beach had played on us. And then we got into the spirit of it and had a brief nude swim in the big surf, before making the long hike back—with our clothes back on. *** Fast forward a couple of years. I'm now at a very good state university, but still a virgin. As I said, I was reasonably cute, and I think pretty nice, but very shy. I had some women ask me out, and even a few just pretty bluntly say they were ready to go to bed with me. But being a shy virgin who had never done more than kissed a girl, it was just too sudden for me to get a blunt proposition like that. I feel guilty to this day about gently turning some of those gals away, mostly by pretending I didn't know what they were talking about, changing the subject, or acting like they were joking. Looking back, I wish I had fucked every one of them, for each of them was beautiful and smart in a different way. Like some men, I've found that in the right circumstances I am attracted to a very wide variety of women—thin women, voluptuous women, shy, outgoing, younger, older, redheads, brunettes, blonds, different ethnicities, etc.. Many types of women are so beautiful to me. Usually the only ones that turn me off wear are the ones that wear too much make-up or are just jerks. I really like natural women better, of the kind found in that famous Australian site with the name Winters in the title—although I think many if not most of the women there are lesbians! But the half dozen women who slipped through my fingers so long ago in college, if transported in time from 30 years ago, would probably fit right into that site if they were interested in it. Sigh. One of my classes one semester was drawing and painting. There was a nice blond woman in that class who usually sat right next to me, and was friendly and chatty with me almost every class. She was one of the women I probably had a chance with, but she had had a very complicated and difficult life, and so I was wary of her "issues." But this vignette isn't really about her, but about the art class. For the first few weeks, as you might imagine, we got intense instructions from the prof., but just drew still life drawings of books, cups, sculptures, fruit, etc. And then one day, a woman I'd never seen before was in the class. And she had on just a bathrobe. She was a pretty brunette, just our age, and for a second I thought she was another student. Then the professor walked in and came over to her and started talking, and I realized what was about to happen. The professor told us to prepare our easels and paper and get our pencils and charcoal out. It happened that my easel was about as close the model as you could get. This was not at all intentional, but just happened to be where I was every day. The model was then asked to get on the platform, which was slightly below eye level from where were were sitting. Seemingly without a care in the world, the model's robe dropped and she was completely nude, and then, following the instructions of the prof, she laid down on the large platform covered with the sheet and with a pillow. The professor positioned her torso close to me, really just a few feet away. And the pose! I still almost can't believe it all these years later. It was not at all modest. I don't know what to say, but just to describe that this beautiful woman was lying next to me with her legs spread mostly apart, her pussy pointing right at me. She had nice face, and lovely medium-sized breasts, but what was right before me—just about four feet away—was her hairy cunt spread apart in a most amazing way. As we all know, every cunt is different, and some pussy lips are bigger than others. Her inner labia were somewhat larger, and she had a somewhat large clitoris. The opening of her vagina looked moist. I know it wasn't supposed to be sexual, but I'm afraid to say that as I drew my drawings of her (we were required to do a few), my cock steadily grew in my pants until it was quite hard. I concentrated on breathing evenly and acting very professional, which I think I mostly succeeded at. I glanced up at the face of the young woman model a few times, but she seemed to be concentrating on not making eye contact with anyone. She seemed, however, comfortable and not at all self-conscious. My guess is that she'd been doing model work for a while. After doing a fast sketch, we were supposed to start a new drawing, slowing down and really focusing on details of the body. Some of my detail work went into trying to get her vagina and clitoris right, although I did the rest of her body and face too. It was actually a pretty good drawing, at least for me as a non studio art major. You could say I was inspired. This lasted for about forty minutes, and then the woman took a break, and then came back for more. This time her pussy was pointed at the other side of the classroom, and her legs were together. After the class, the woman who sat next to me and some of her girlfriends gathered around me for some reason outside of the classroom. They wanted to talk about what had just happened. I guess maybe they'd picked me out as a nice and shy virgin, and were curious to see what my reaction had been to what I'd just seen. I just smiled and blushed, and tried to say as little as possible, although I think at one point I accidentally said "Wow!" which made them all laugh. They seemed amused at my reaction. The one who sat next to me especially seemed to want to talk to me and almost flirt with me about it. But again, sorry to say, I was too shy to do anything about what in retrospect seemed like an attempt to almost hit on me after this art class. *** Now, finally, we're getting closer to when I lost my virginity. But it's a sort of complicated story involving, believe it or not, two women. One was a woman I'd slowly fallen in love with and lusted after for about a year, a classic hippy chick who happened to be Jewish. I'll call her Lani. She was medium tall, slender, and freckled, with long wavy hair. The other was a petite Asian-American woman I'll call "Alyssa," who was very slender, and had a strikingly beautiful face. Both were smart. Both lived on the same floor of my co-ed dorm. And they didn't really like each other at all. Somehow it kind of worked out, in retrospect, that they got into almost a competition for which of them could seduce me first. Lucky me! First Lani, the freckled Jewish gal, who was one of my best friends. She thought of me only a friend, and so would tell me all the ups and downs, and mostly all the sob stories of her various boyfriends, one after the other, unaware that I was steadily falling in love with her. She often said that almost no men loved her as much as she loved them. She was so natural and relaxed around me, I think she had no idea of how cute she was to me Eventually I foolishly asked her out after one of her complaints to me yet again that boiled down to: "why can't a man really love me for who I am." She was surprised about my feelings for her, and kindly but firmly rejected me. Ouch. Anyway, we went back to being friends again and eventually things almost resumed the old pattern, although now she knew how I felt about her. Fast forward a few months. I've matured, gotten a little more devil-may-care, and have noticed that both Lani and Alyssa are seeming to be a little flirty with me, in a way they haven't before. I flirted back a little, but also kind of brushed them off a bit, and must have seemed kind of hard to get. Also, each noticed that the other was flirting with me. But I didn't think much of it. I had almost given up hope and was mainly just working hard on my difficult classes. Anyway, one night I'm working late on a paper, and my roommate is away. Lani comes in and seems chatty and flirty. I chat a little bit, and then try to brush her off because I really have to write this paper. She then reveals that she wants to shroom with me. We'd done that a couple of times before, but always with larger groups of friends. I was tempted, but finally said "No, I just really have to work." Also, I was remembering her rejection of me. But then she said to me, "Aaron, many years from now you're probably going to have no idea what this paper is even about. You'll barely remember it. But if you come with me your night will probably be much more memorable." I though for a few seconds, closed my books, and then said yes. And she was right, I don't really remember what that paper was even about any more, but I remember shrooming with her pretty clearly. And so we had an all-night shrooming date together, riding a bike double, walking along the beach, talking in silly voices, laughing a lot, and wondering about all sorts of strange things. Once, when she was cuddled right next to me on a city bench, I wanted to kiss her, but remembering her rejection of a few months before I decided not to risk in, and just let us be friends. In fact, strangely enough, that's what I decided that surreal night—that we were better as friends anyway. When we got back, we cooked together a big breakfast in the communal kitchen, laughing and talking with each other. Then Alyssa came in, made some assumptions about what might have already happened between us, and rather glared at us in a hostile way. We ignored that while she was there, and laughed a lot about her expression when she left. But I was a bit sweaty from our long night, and finally gave Lani a little kiss on the cheek to and said goodbye, and added that I was going to take a bath. As soon as I said it, and saw her expression, I realized she might have misinterpreted what I meant. As I said, I had decided during our long night that we should just be friends. Anyway, as I walked down the hall to the large bathroom I decided I was imagining things. The bathroom was also, amazingly, co-ed, and had two showers and two baths. It was completely empty that morning, and I took one of the baths, started filling it up, and got in. I was relaxing there when I heard someone outside. I figured someone else was taking a bath, until I heard Lani say, "Aaron, can I get in?" I said something like "Um?" stalling for time, when Lani pulled open the curtain and I saw that she was already completely nude. Lani for some reason (until this second, that is!) always wore very modest clothes, not revealing at all, and so it was a complete surprise to see that her breasts were larger and heavier than I thought, somewhat perky, with beautiful areolas and medium nipples. And between her legs was a thick triangle of black pussy hair. Without asking again, she smiled and slowly stepped into the tub, and this moment seemed to almost freeze in time for me. She had one leg in the tub, and one leg out, and the water was kind of hot, and so she paused there for a few seconds getting used to it. Since I was sitting down, I was now looking at Lani's spread cunt less than two feet in front of my face. This woman that I'd loved and lusted after for so many months was now revealed to me in a way that I could never have imagined. Nude she was much more sexual looking than I ever would have thought. Animalistic, I guess, might be one way to try to say how she looked and how I was beginning to feel. She'd always somehow radiated sexuality to me, even from underneath her modest clothes, and now I could see why. Anyway, Lani's beautiful black-haired triangle of a cunt, with her lips and clit now peeking through her fur at me, was now right in front of my face. My cock started to rise in the water... (to be continued)