The Picture

My earliest memories of discovering the joys of masturbation are when I was 13.  Sunday afternoons when my parents were out were spent imagining naked girls and stroking myself to many pleasurable orgasms. Nothing unusual there, raging teenage hormones and all that but you need to know that this was England in the early 1970s; long before the internet and freely available erotic stories, films and images.   Even the famous tabloid Page 3 Girls had only just arrived on the scene and the best a lad could do at that age to see anything remotely arousing was a peek at the lingerie pages of your mum’s mail order catalogue!!  So, imagine my delight when one day at school one of the older lads announced he had some decent (indecent) pictures for saleand he was willing to trade for the price of a school lunch! 

I can still see that picture today, 50 years later, in magnificent detail from memory.  It was probably from a men’s magazine of the time such as Mayfair, Penthouse, or Playboy and wasn’t even a large centrefold. It was only A5 size, but the quality certainly made up for it!  It featured a man and a woman, probably around 25 years old. The woman, blond of course, was standing in front of the man wearing red lacy sheer panties and nothing else.  Her head was thrown back, resting on his shoulder with her eyes shut and mouth wide open in ecstasy.  The man, wearing only white sorts, stood behind her with his left arm around her and cupping her left breast.  His right arm also came around her but much lower, leaving her right breast fully exposed with the obviously erect nipple pointing straight at the camera. His right hand was half way inside her panties and the sheer front panel clearly showed his fingers curling between her legs as he stroked her clit. (14 year old me had never seen a clit and had no idea what it looked like but I knew it was in there somewhere!)  Needless to say, I couldn’t wait to get home after school and make my way to the bathroom (no door locks on the bedrooms) and stroke myself into blissful oblivion. 

I had that picture for several years and masturbated while looking at it and imagining it was me fingering her on numerous occasions.  The thing that stands out most in my memory is the look of absolute rapture on the woman’s face as he caressed her pussy.  As a young lad I just couldn’t wait to do that with a woman.  I had no idea at that age if girls masturbated and it would be another couple of years before I had a proper girlfriend to experiment with but that picture was a lifesaver in the meantime, even though I subsequently obtained lots of others.  I have no idea what eventually happened to that first picture but unlike the many others I had, that one still burns in front of my eyes and still makes me hard just thinking about it!  Perhaps my mother found it and was too embarrassed to confront me.  Teenage boys never think about the state they leave their bed sheets in with all those cum stains but mothers always know!!