I dropped my towel and masturbated at the sight, quickly shooting my load. I hope the other film-watchers enjoyed that more. I really am an exhibition...st, and a voyeur. I went up the stairs to the window, paid my money and received a reassuring smile from the young guy there. No need for embarrassment, it said. We all know what you are here for. It was a pleasant feeling. Next stop was the locker room. As previously, mainly middle-aged business type men, dressing or undressing. The types one. I'll show you again."She smiles as I hand her the guitar once more.Once again she plays the note for me."It's no good, I need a better view of what you're doing."I pipe up to tell her.She looks at me a little perplexed by my request.She nervously hums in thought, and moves herself and the guitar ever closer towards my face."Not like that."I giggled, with a cheeky impulse in my mind."Turn around." Wha...?"She narrows her eyes at me in nervous confusion.She then nervously chuckles as she follows. Our admiration for each other went exponential as she too clarified she was not feeling any sort of love towards me, but all the same she appreciated my frankness.She added she had been in love with a boy but he ditched her after eight months of their relationship. Three and half months passed, yet we never met. And it all happened on a hot summer day! In a mail, she expressed her desire that we should meet on following Friday, as it was nearly four months ago we met first. She suggested having. It must be about 3 or 4 months since I've been hiking with anyone - I'm feeling it as well." Mom smiled ruefully at me. "I think I need a few minutes break before getting this old body moving again" It's not that old!" I muttered."Now don't start that again!" Mom responded and we just sat, peacefully, taking in the sounds of the birds, the whisper of the breeze and all the other forest sounds. I slipped my arm round Mom's shoulders and just sat there, enjoying our lonely intimacy until she.