|
Memories(F-voy) by Gena (amzbarett@yahoo.com) Review It  Reading through my diary brought back memories that I thought I would share here. My name is Gena, I'm 35 years old, although when I did the things I will tell you about I was 17. Just thinking about it makes my heart pound just like it did all those years ago. Let me get started. I had then, and still have, very small breasts. When I was 17, they were practically non existent, unless I crossed my arms to push them together. I was tall, about 5'8, and was often teased about my flat chest, and long lanky body. I remember some mean boy saying that he had bigger boobs than I did. It was true. I escaped by going to the beach, and listening to music. One day, I was at the beach, in my customary surfer shorts and a tank top, (that was cool for girls back then), and I started thinking about my boobs, and why was I bothering wearing a shirt. I knew I could get away with going topless, and no one would care. In fact, if it weren't for my hair, I could be a boy. So, I cut my hair. That's right, my long flowing locks were in the trash, and then I definitely looked like a boy. Slightly feminine, but I knew I could pass for a boy without a second look. My days of wearing a top at the beach were over. The very next day, I skipped school and went to the beach. My heart was fluttering at what I was about to do. The day was warm and sunny, with a slight breeze. Perfect for my plan. I found a secluded spot at the beach and laid my blanket and towel down. I sat down and looked around, basically deserted, which was fine with me. Off went my shirt, and I lay in the sun. The only telltale sign that I was not just another teenaged boy lying in the sun was my rock hard nipples. Partly due to the breeze, and partly due to how excited this was making me. After a while, some people walked by, not taking another look, as I pretended to be asleep, but watching through my sunglasses for some reaction. Getting none, I knew I pulled it off. So, I did this many times throughout the rest of the summer, but soon, it grew too cold for this, but I was hooked to the excitement, the thrill, so I had to find something else. The answer was right in front of me as I drove home from school one day. The local gym. I decided to go work out, and then go into the boy's lockers to change. I had my stuff with me, so before I could chicken out, I drove to the franchise gym my membership gave me privileges to across town, so I wouldn't see anyone I know. I entered the gym and went straight to the lockers. As I went in, there were two or three men in there, in various states of undress, one was completely naked, drying his butt in front of his locker. They glanced up to see who had come in, and then went about their business. I casually (as I could with such a pounding heart) went to an empty locker, and started to take my shoes off. The men were not paying attention to me, so I quickly slipped out of my jeans and panties and slipped on my shorts, and pulled my shirt off, and put on a loose tee-shirt. That in itself was a cardiac workout, but I put my shoes on, and went to the bikes so I could at least sit down. The pressure of the bike seat on my almost bare slit wasn't so bad either. Anyway, I stalled as long as I could, watching the men come and go, waiting for a couple of nice looking 20 something men go into the lockerroom after their workouts. Soon after, I followed, grabbing a towel as I went. My original plan was just to change in there, and that was a huge rush, but I wanted more. When I went in, there were the two guys, and one huge black guy, wrapped in a towel, heading for the showers. The two guys quickly undressed, I tried not to stare as I saw their penises flop around. I tried to go slowly, and soon they were on their way to the shower too. The showers were not the typical women's showers at gyms. This was a big room, with shower heads along the walls, and some in the middle. I thought that they would be private, with shower curtains, but now I was stuck, and although contemplated turning around, the black guy looked back over his shoulder and saw me coming with my towel wrapped around my waist. I saw that the other two guys were at the other far wall, and if I took the spot closest to the near wall, they could only see my back, and I could probably get away with this if I was careful about how I kept my legs. So, with trembling legs, I turned on the water and let it blast over my tiny hard nipples and chest, and down my quivering belly and legs. Whenever I could, I stole glimpses of the men. I had no idea how beautiful a mans cock is all soaped up. The black guys cock was not as big as I had imagined, but maybe because his thighs were so huge, it made his thing look smaller. One of the other guys, on the other hand, was very well hung, and all the soaping he was doing wasn't hurting either. You have no idea how excited I was, watching all this, like a fly on the wall, meanwhile, I was soaping up my nipples and rubbing my pussy mound and slipping a finger over my hugely swollen clit whenever I could get away with it. I was afraid that if I continued this I would lose control and either squat down and fuck myself silly, or go over to the guy and beg him to fuck my pussy. So quickly, I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around myself and headed back to my locker. By the time the black guy came back, I had my breathing under control, and my jeans on. Just for kicks, I faced him and slowly slipped my shirt back on. As expected, there was no reaction, although it definitely gave me a thrill. I repeated this many times over that year, getting bold enough to masturbate to orgasm in there, first in the bathroom stall, and soon, in the shower itself. I just had to be careful how I stood, and where, but it was easy. When I went to college, I gained some weight, and some of it went to my boobs. They were still tiny, but no longer could I pass for a guy. But those memories have served me very well throughout the years, giving me pleasure after pleasure as I remember all those soapy cocks between those soapy hard thighs. Review It
|