Straight Male / 35
I saw my aunt fully nude one day when I was about 6. She changed after a shower and I saw her reflection in a long mirror in the room I was in.
The mirror was adjacent to a doorway that connected her bedroom (the room I was in) to an adjacent bedroom she was changing in. She only closed the door about 2/3 of the way, just enough to give herself privacy from my eyes but she was oblivious to the giant mirror.
I saw everything and it was incredible. She had large tits with big pink nipples and large areolas and as she removed her towel and dried herself off I was mesmerized by their movement, how hard her nipples were in the quite bedroom air. When she dried her back, she revealed an incredible dark brown bush that has made me a fan of hairy pussy ever since. It was a wide, thick triangle that came to a soft point against her white thighs.
I remember her drying her pussy off with the towel she had just use to conceal her torso just seconds ago and as she did so she turned her body to the side and I saw her the curves of her profile and then the post-shower fullness of her bush protruding beyond her upper thigh. This was in maybe 1987, before women were made to feel more feminine if they shaved their gorgeous bushes away.
She was beautiful. It was just the most amazing sight I could ever imagine and cemented lifelong powerful sexual turn-ons for me in an instant.
Thanks to her obliviousness (or just lack of real diligence) I'd also get glimpses - and sometimes long gazes - of her pussy years later when I was a teenager. She was (obviously) older now then when I first saw her naked, maybe in her early 40s and she had gained some weight but still looked beautiful.
So, I'd spend a lot of time at her house after school. Around bedtime she'd frequently go about in nothing but a long tee shirt that dropped maybe to her mid thigh but rode up whenever she bent over or sat
down in certain positions and...there was her bush just barely concealing darker labia. I'd position myself strategically to get better glances. She kept her pussy hairy and never shaved. I remember seeing her bend over one time revealing the very bottom of her ass and her pussy hair sprouting from her taint and disappearing up between her ass cheeks. My cock got instantly hard. I laid on the floor one time "watching T.V" as she tidied up and got a long view of a legs parted, squatting down pussy view just behind my head. I looked up and I saw everything - the color of her lips, her hairy asshole, pussy pink with a bit of sheen. Just everything. I was in my early teens at the time and it would drive me insane. Gallons of my cum was sprayed at various places in her house, mostly her bathroom or the bedroom I was sleeping in that night. I constantly masturbated while reliving what I witnessed in my mind and then letting fantasy take over. I used to feel shame for it at the time but I couldn't help it.
Eventually I got over it and simply accept it as a fundamental function of my sexuality and at the end of the day, no one was hurt over it. I was always a very sexual person who was absolutely captivated by the body of a woman and my hormones were raging. Any opportunity I had to see a woman naked in person, I was hopelessly oblivious to. Pussy was pussy and pussy and women are infinitely beautiful and sexy. I consider myself lucky. Those early experiences will always be with me and a part of my sexuality.
The mirror was adjacent to a doorway that connected her bedroom (the room I was in) to an adjacent bedroom she was changing in. She only closed the door about 2/3 of the way, just enough to give herself privacy from my eyes but she was oblivious to the giant mirror.
I saw everything and it was incredible. She had large tits with big pink nipples and large areolas and as she removed her towel and dried herself off I was mesmerized by their movement, how hard her nipples were in the quite bedroom air. When she dried her back, she revealed an incredible dark brown bush that has made me a fan of hairy pussy ever since. It was a wide, thick triangle that came to a soft point against her white thighs.
I remember her drying her pussy off with the towel she had just use to conceal her torso just seconds ago and as she did so she turned her body to the side and I saw her the curves of her profile and then the post-shower fullness of her bush protruding beyond her upper thigh. This was in maybe 1987, before women were made to feel more feminine if they shaved their gorgeous bushes away.
She was beautiful. It was just the most amazing sight I could ever imagine and cemented lifelong powerful sexual turn-ons for me in an instant.
Thanks to her obliviousness (or just lack of real diligence) I'd also get glimpses - and sometimes long gazes - of her pussy years later when I was a teenager. She was (obviously) older now then when I first saw her naked, maybe in her early 40s and she had gained some weight but still looked beautiful.
So, I'd spend a lot of time at her house after school. Around bedtime she'd frequently go about in nothing but a long tee shirt that dropped maybe to her mid thigh but rode up whenever she bent over or sat
down in certain positions and...there was her bush just barely concealing darker labia. I'd position myself strategically to get better glances. She kept her pussy hairy and never shaved. I remember seeing her bend over one time revealing the very bottom of her ass and her pussy hair sprouting from her taint and disappearing up between her ass cheeks. My cock got instantly hard. I laid on the floor one time "watching T.V" as she tidied up and got a long view of a legs parted, squatting down pussy view just behind my head. I looked up and I saw everything - the color of her lips, her hairy asshole, pussy pink with a bit of sheen. Just everything. I was in my early teens at the time and it would drive me insane. Gallons of my cum was sprayed at various places in her house, mostly her bathroom or the bedroom I was sleeping in that night. I constantly masturbated while reliving what I witnessed in my mind and then letting fantasy take over. I used to feel shame for it at the time but I couldn't help it.
Eventually I got over it and simply accept it as a fundamental function of my sexuality and at the end of the day, no one was hurt over it. I was always a very sexual person who was absolutely captivated by the body of a woman and my hormones were raging. Any opportunity I had to see a woman naked in person, I was hopelessly oblivious to. Pussy was pussy and pussy and women are infinitely beautiful and sexy. I consider myself lucky. Those early experiences will always be with me and a part of my sexuality.
