I'm a 57-year-old former stripper. I was born in 1948 and in the late 60s I was twenty years old and had a knock-out body endowed with a 38 DD chest. Before silicone!
That 'treasure chest' of mine earned me a lot of money in those days. I danced at bars, clubs, adult theaters and private affairs in and around the Chicago area. In darkened adult theaters, I often saw men masturbate while I danced. I never minded this because I took it as a compliment. After all, my purpose was to sexually excite my audience and I considered a hard-on as a form of applause. They were telling me they liked what I was doing and I was accomplishing what I was paid to do.
I would also see a few women masturbating and I would love that. I would look straight at them and perform just for them. Men get horny at the sight of almost any nude woman but women are harder to impress and when one of them got horny enough to jill-off in front of me, I was thrilled. At the end of my act, I would sometimes invite the audience to jack-off with me at home at a later time. I would say, 'I'm going to go home after the last show tonight and jack off and I want all of you to join me.' That was my gimmick, my secret. I also did photo layouts for magazines. That was easy money. Friends would ask me if it bothered me that men (and maybe even women) were masturbating over my pictures. 'Heck no! That's the purpose of the pictures.'
I don't dance anymore with my clothes off but I fondly remember that time in my life. I do masturbate and encourage everyone to do the same. Life is good. Enjoy it!