.I remember years back sneaking into my sister bedroom and rifflingthrough her underwear. Those early sensations of sliding a pair of tightsup my then...'naturally' hairless legs and feeling the glorious sensationof wearing a slip! The risks I had probably taken then? All of this hadbeen with me all throughout my life and no matter how scared, I knew thatI couldn't let this opportunity pass.Somehow snapping back to the moment, Sarah was right. We were both hereby choice and in truth, although. .. and then...”Harry waited as Claire took a deep breath.“ ... let me show you.”The young couple stood in silence, Harry trying to comfort his girlfriend as best he could. When her mother returned to the room, Claire pulled back.“Mama,” she said in a watery voice, as the older woman stared daggers at the two of them. “I was just telling Harry...”“What?” her mother snapped.Claire sighed.“I was just telling him how much...”Harry looked between the two women, confused, as his girlfriend shot him a. To my benefit Sara started to talk to me more, more than just the hey we usually exchanged. I was smitten knowing this amazingly beautiful girl was talking to me instead of hanging out with her older friends. Sara has the sweetest southern accent and is one of those people who are touchy-feely and always make you smile. I really fell for her and knew she was always going to be on the top of my wish I could see you naked list. The night it happened started out like my usual overnighter, Jonny,. Don't forget -- it was 1963 in the U.S. of A. Outside of a few obscure nudist camps, there wasn't much exposure of the female form going on. Oh, there were bikinis, and there was Playboy Magazine and its raunchier competitors. Everybody had gotten at least a glimpse of what naked women looked like.But girls like me? The girl next door? Not without a ticket, sailor! Even the girls who were Giving it Up to their boyfriends weren't generally in the business of parading around, in the daylight, in.