Seeing Lots of Skin at a Water Park!
Seeing skin close up is wonderful! This is not the greatest story, but I had a good time at a water park last week and will remember it for a long time!
I enjoy seeing females in the hot tub at a fitness center where my wife and I are members, but especially younger females seem to be less conscious of their bodies at a water park where they know they are not known and may never be seen again by the same strangers. I'm sure they know what they are doing to males, because several looked directly and stared intently at the bulge in my swim trunks which I intentionally kept lying sideways for greater visibility than standing it up inside the narrow vertical inner mesh. I guess I enjoyed being on display as much as they did!
As young couples climbed the many steps to the top landing of the waterslides, I could see a lot of skin because so many females only wore triangles the size of an orange over their breasts, allowing their cleaveages to show off their curves profoundly, and triangles the size of a grapefruit covered their crotch. I was transfixed even though I was far below. It had been a long time since I had been in a swimming pool. Yes, I've seen swim suit clad models on a flat TV screen, but these sights were 3-dimensional, in the round!
Near a smaller pool, a half dozen jets of water shot straight up, some crotch high, some waist high. While walking past one just last week, one female was standing over a jet, allowing it to bounce up against her crotch, and calling to a friend to look and come try it! Sad to say, she did not stand out there in the open long enough for me to observe her in the throes of an orgasm.
Sitting in one of the hot tubs, it was great to see well-rounded females bend way over to sit down on the steps while their tops fell away from their breasts! The best part was not that however, because those views were so fleeting. The best part of our times at the water park was while floating lazily down the inside river right next to young females whose budding breasts were barely covered with a small triangle only the size of the palm of my hand! That allowed me to see from very close range the soft, delicious curves that were not tanned by the sun!
When our tubes would bump, I wanted to reach out and touch the soft skin, pressing gently to admire the young flesh, but only smiled playfully. Since I knew no one else, I could stare intently without embarrassment from only a foot or two away because I wanted to be sure to those imbed those marvelous sights in my mind to remember for a long time to come while tickling!
I saved the best for our last morning there and went for a massage. The young massage therapist was stunningly beautiful in her modestly shaped white knit top and auburn hair. As many do, she kicked off her shoes quietly at one point, but wore black stockings, so I did not get to see her bare feet and legs through the loop where my face was placed when lying on my stomach.
Like a professional, she kept me covered except for the part she was massaging. When she had me roll onto my back and began massaging my legs and thighs, I told her that I would like to throw off the sheet, but she did not acknowledge my comment. All too soon the 50 minutes was over and she had not massaged my chest nor abdomen. I asked her about it and she agreed that she does, but that time had run out because I had not reserved a longer period of time.
I asked her if she had a business another place or if this was her only outlet for her services. She gave me her calling card and wrote the other address on the back. Even though we live states away, I do hope to pass through that area again and certainly hope to get a longer massage. I've had massages from over 30 females in the last 16 years since I was introduced to sports massage, but she had the warmest hands I've ever felt! Her hands were almost hot and I told her I could really appreciate her warmth as contrasted to someone with poor circulation and cold hands. She agreed.
It was pure delight when she placed one open hand inside my palm and held it there on the bench while using her other hand to massage my fingers and thumb. Oh, I imagined she was holding my pouch of family jewels with one hot hand while squeezing my love wand and pumping slowly with the other hot hand. I'm sure she could feel my rapid pulse and know that she was causing me some special excitement!
Although most massage therapists allow their clients to undress completely, almost all of them say that city ordinances require them to keep their clients bodies covered, at least any cleavages including butt cracks. I marveled at the Solo story mid-April by a male, entitled "At the Spa." That is every man's dream! Who knows, maybe someday I will experience such a treat! Meanwhile, I'll keep checking out massage therapists wherever I go! I've had some great massages as I've told on Solo before Lily was created. 'Nuff. I have enough memories to last me a while!
I enjoy seeing females in the hot tub at a fitness center where my wife and I are members, but especially younger females seem to be less conscious of their bodies at a water park where they know they are not known and may never be seen again by the same strangers. I'm sure they know what they are doing to males, because several looked directly and stared intently at the bulge in my swim trunks which I intentionally kept lying sideways for greater visibility than standing it up inside the narrow vertical inner mesh. I guess I enjoyed being on display as much as they did!
As young couples climbed the many steps to the top landing of the waterslides, I could see a lot of skin because so many females only wore triangles the size of an orange over their breasts, allowing their cleaveages to show off their curves profoundly, and triangles the size of a grapefruit covered their crotch. I was transfixed even though I was far below. It had been a long time since I had been in a swimming pool. Yes, I've seen swim suit clad models on a flat TV screen, but these sights were 3-dimensional, in the round!
Near a smaller pool, a half dozen jets of water shot straight up, some crotch high, some waist high. While walking past one just last week, one female was standing over a jet, allowing it to bounce up against her crotch, and calling to a friend to look and come try it! Sad to say, she did not stand out there in the open long enough for me to observe her in the throes of an orgasm.
Sitting in one of the hot tubs, it was great to see well-rounded females bend way over to sit down on the steps while their tops fell away from their breasts! The best part was not that however, because those views were so fleeting. The best part of our times at the water park was while floating lazily down the inside river right next to young females whose budding breasts were barely covered with a small triangle only the size of the palm of my hand! That allowed me to see from very close range the soft, delicious curves that were not tanned by the sun!
When our tubes would bump, I wanted to reach out and touch the soft skin, pressing gently to admire the young flesh, but only smiled playfully. Since I knew no one else, I could stare intently without embarrassment from only a foot or two away because I wanted to be sure to those imbed those marvelous sights in my mind to remember for a long time to come while tickling!
I saved the best for our last morning there and went for a massage. The young massage therapist was stunningly beautiful in her modestly shaped white knit top and auburn hair. As many do, she kicked off her shoes quietly at one point, but wore black stockings, so I did not get to see her bare feet and legs through the loop where my face was placed when lying on my stomach.
Like a professional, she kept me covered except for the part she was massaging. When she had me roll onto my back and began massaging my legs and thighs, I told her that I would like to throw off the sheet, but she did not acknowledge my comment. All too soon the 50 minutes was over and she had not massaged my chest nor abdomen. I asked her about it and she agreed that she does, but that time had run out because I had not reserved a longer period of time.
I asked her if she had a business another place or if this was her only outlet for her services. She gave me her calling card and wrote the other address on the back. Even though we live states away, I do hope to pass through that area again and certainly hope to get a longer massage. I've had massages from over 30 females in the last 16 years since I was introduced to sports massage, but she had the warmest hands I've ever felt! Her hands were almost hot and I told her I could really appreciate her warmth as contrasted to someone with poor circulation and cold hands. She agreed.
It was pure delight when she placed one open hand inside my palm and held it there on the bench while using her other hand to massage my fingers and thumb. Oh, I imagined she was holding my pouch of family jewels with one hot hand while squeezing my love wand and pumping slowly with the other hot hand. I'm sure she could feel my rapid pulse and know that she was causing me some special excitement!
Although most massage therapists allow their clients to undress completely, almost all of them say that city ordinances require them to keep their clients bodies covered, at least any cleavages including butt cracks. I marveled at the Solo story mid-April by a male, entitled "At the Spa." That is every man's dream! Who knows, maybe someday I will experience such a treat! Meanwhile, I'll keep checking out massage therapists wherever I go! I've had some great massages as I've told on Solo before Lily was created. 'Nuff. I have enough memories to last me a while!
Posted on: 2004-05-05 10:52:01 |
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