Now I have never had any thoughts or inclinations of having sexual encounters with a man, yet the more I read the greater my curiosity, and I found my...elf masturbating while reading. It was the 16th of July 2008, a beautiful sunny morning as I decided to head for a spot of sunbathing. An hours’ drive, took me to a long stretch of beach, which has very fine sand dunes where you can sunbathe in the nude without being disturbed. It is well known locally that one. With all my conquests, and experiences, I’d never seen a man stroke himself in earnest. Oh, I’d seen lovers give theirs a half hearted handshake before putting it to me, but never had I seen a man gripping and stroking to replace a woman, and I longed to, because I knew it was happening literally before my eyes, though they were closed.So, I slitted my eyes very carefully, peering out from between my lashes, hoping to God that they still looked all the way closed. And there it was, sweet. Soon, up she went, and to my delight, I got a great view of her legs and up her skirt as she stood above me and got her numbers. I was right...no nylons, and she was wearing a tan coloured half slip with a plain bottom. I adjusted my vantage point a bit, and saw she had a light coloured panty on as well. "Right-o," she said, and climbed down. "You weren't looking up my dress were you?" she teased. I told her she had an evil mind, and should recognize a gentleman when she saw one. She put on a. " Well -- your breasts would be a challenge, for any container..." Will, c'mon! I was, like, twelve! The Girls, as you know them now, were still in the distant future." Not all that distant," I said. "I imagine you attracted some attention, even in, say, seventh grade!" Yeah, yeah... Anyway, I'm looking at this jock strap and later on, I teased my brother about it. I told him how dinky it looked. I already knew how boys were about their... things." Their 'things?' What is this, junior high? Can.