Amazed at the wonder of it all, I let my exploration getmore daring. I increased the speed of my finger on my clitoris and kneadeda ripe breast with ...he other hand. As I plunged my finger in and out ofmyself, I found that my body was beginning to quiver uncontrollably. Inecstasy, I realized that I was about to climax in a woman's body for thefirst time. The intensity of my building orgasm nearly overwhelmed me asmy right hand alternated between my breasts, squeezing them roughly. " "No, honestly we’re not; my girlfriend says we shouldn't until we get married," I said. "So what do you do then, just masturbate all the time?" Awkward question to be asked in the 60's. Guys that masturbated were called wankers and the connotation was that you were a loser. Of course I masturbated, but I sure didn't want to admit it to a woman twenty years older than me. "No, I work at a bar, three nights a week and pick up a few girls there. In fact I have been seeing another girl a bit. We returned to see how are get together was going. More, than less of the were feeling pretty good for all the free booze. And some quite a few of them were rather frisky, hands on asses or inside suit bottoms. Some women had their tops pulled down just before being bare. A few couples in the pool had the women facing the walls or sitting on the sides with men close behind them or in between their legs. I am sure they are grinding or even discreetly fucking and I have no doubt that the people. Once she's on her back, I take a moment to admire the erotic sight of the stunning young female clad only in her thong before my eyes."There is no way this body belongs on a high school student; it should be on a college co-ed, " I say to myself.I slide down my boxer briefs and my imprisoned cock is finally free. Her eyes grow wider at the sight of it and a heartbeat later she loses her thong. I stare at the thin strip of hair between her legs and at the sight of her fingers running across her.