Getting excited first time around
Reading other confessions on this site makes me think I started to masturbate much later than most, although I was very aware of the tingling feeling between my legs I got from riding my bike while pressing down on the seat as an early teen.
It was sometime after this and being in a hurry to grow up that things fell into place pretty quickly I had a small job that gave me a little pocket money, and I was keen to buy a few nice things to wear like the other girls I would see around the mall.
It was while looking around a bookstore I saw some magazines with girls wearing stockings and suspenders, I thought this is the look I needed to make me look older. The Saturday I bought them from the store was my first big step, my mar would have killed me if I got caught wearing them, along with the skirt I had saved for, I just had to try them on, and went into the store changing rooms to try them on, they sure looked great and I was very proud strolling around the shops with my new look.
It was while I was sitting in a mall cafe that I first became aware how much attention men gave to girls legs, sitting playing with my phone I remember seeing this guy looking over and under the table at my legs, I could see him in the window reflection, I don't thing I was sitting too pretty and he could probably see right up to the top of my legs, there was a lady with him with her back facing me their table was just across the aisle, I remember thinking he must know me as he kept smiling at me, but every now and again his eyes were fixed on my stockings and legs.
I was loving the attention and didn't move my legs around too much I knew they were apart but didn't know how much, when they got up to leave he came by and smiled again at me I reckon he was 40/50 ish. I left a little later and did a tour of the mall making for the best spots to get noticed, up the escalator on the balcony and giving a revealing leg show, like sitting down opposite a guy I thought might be interested, it was such a thrill for me.
After I had changed again and hid the stockings in my bag I went home, I remember feeling really horny and straddled my bed rail at the end of my bed rubbing myself hard over the varished wood, it felt fantastic against my bare pussy, almost getting caught I just managed to let my skirt cover myself up. I don't think my mar knew what I was up to I just said I was doing a dancing routine, that bed rail became my special friend I would masturbate over and over again using it during my 'dance routine'
My early weekend visits to the shopping mall were very thrilling for me, and I got more and more daring to excite myself, folding my skirt tops over to make my skirt shorter, and shaving my pussy and sometimes not wearing panties to making my heart beat quickly as I chose my man to open my legs to.
Now I have my own apartment I can walk around nude when I feel like it, peeking through the blinds I masturbate waiting for the paper boy or the mailman so they would 'accidentally' catch me, I still love to give them a great show, but I also love my short skirts, love showing my legs when going out and, love, love love playing with my pussy. I've never seen a mature man's stiff cock yet and would love to feel it and rub it for him and make him cum, he could feel my fanny and finger me and smell me, that's what I dream about while I play with myself in bed!