Sweet Horny Teens.

I was in my parents' bedroom to borrow something from my mom when I looked out through the window over the park. We live near a small urban park, nearby is a path for hikers and bikers and at the edge are trees and bushes with a bench. My eye was drawn to two sweet teenagers just behind that bench, standing facing each other, hand in hand, kissing. They had no idea that they could be seen because from their angle they could only see a few windows, or they didn't care. But I did care; the sight brought back nice memories from my mid teen years when I stood there at that same place with my boyfriend. The boys hand went down between her legs, exploring and testing her willingness to allow him further exploration. It was hard to see but I thought that I saw the girl opening the zipper from her jeans. I am more an exhibitionist than a voyeur, but this sight triggered my curiosity. My father keeps binoculars somewhere; I searched the drawer in his study, found them and returned to the window. As far as I could tell I didn't miss out on much of the action. Although; his hand was in her jeans and probably in her panties feeling her wetness. Watching this made my pussy tingle and I rapidly used my own hand to imaginary copy what was going on between that young girls legs. I had to think back to my time there, to those days when my boyfriend and I biked to the park after my judo class, he usually waited for me outside to accompany me home. And at that same spot we made out. I had had other boys rubbing me in my panties before, but for him I was his first pussy to explore. I loved it, he was kind of shy and I taught him the way to please a girl. I saw the girl doing similar things; her hand went down to his several times, probably to guide him. I followed each of their steps in my mind and memory, how he let his fingers explore the wetness between my pussy lips, at first a little rough. I remembered how I whispered to him to slow down and be soft and caring there. And how it was to feel his fingers touching every little spot between my legs and how I in kind words guided him to my engorged clit. Instructing him to softly rub it at one o'clock and make soft circles and to vary the rubbing a little. He was a sweet boy, not macho in a way "I know all of this" he had told me that he never touched a pussy before and I told him not to worry, that I would teach him. I loved it, I loved the fact that he was inexperienced and I loved it that I could teach him my way, my way to make me get off from his rubbing. We have repeated this several evenings and he got very good at it. By then he knew how to make me orgasm while he kissed my neck, rubbed my pussy and clit while I jerked him off. I have been dreaming away in those sweet memories and totally lost track of those two in the park and what happened there. When I had let myself come I got back my conscious and saw that they stepped on their bikes on went away. And for me, I still remember that after one of those evening my mom asked a word with me, dad had seen us there. She wasn't judgmental about it and said that she understood our needs and such. She suggested coming around the house next time so the neighbors couldn't see us. Not too long after that she proposed to go to my room with him. It was there that I further exploited my teaching lessons with that friend; we both were about 15 at that time, he a few month under I a few month over. I.e. sweet curious horny teens.