In ClothedFemale_NakedMale@yahoogroups.com masturbators wrote:

I’ve always enjoyed ladies watching me masturbate. I would be naked and they usually were not, then I came across CFNM and my fetish got a name, lol.
I’m in my forties now, but I was pretty bold when younger. Just after my high school years I used to ride the bus to work and one day I got carried away. At the time the seating set up was 2 seaters all in a row. I was very sexual and used to getting it on quite frequently with my girlfriend, but at the time, I remember I wasn’t getting it as much.
Anyway, on the bus and in my seat already, a very pretty young lady chose to sit beside me, her on the outside, me the inside by the window.
It was winter time and I wore a big parka. It was a warm coat and I usually unzipped it when I got inside the bus.
I was horny again and somewhere in my brain and for the first time I decided I would touch myself with this girl beside me. First, innocently brushing the area, I continued until I was now more obvious, turning myself on through my pants, which were tight enough to see the shape of my excited cock. She didn’t appear to mind and I’m sure she was aware, because she didn’t move, not even her head. What I was doing was obviously in her line of vision by just shifting her eyes slightly to the left.
I became bolder by her not getting up and moving to another seat.
I got hard fast and I slowly unzipped using my big coat as a shield from other peoples eyes, making an opening directed at her sight line.
I was now so turned on, I was rock hard and showing my cock, my hard cock was exposed to this very pretty stranger. I held it between my legs and I think only visible to my voyeur as I stroked myself toward the seat back in front of me. I sensed she was aware of everything I was doing and it didn’t take me long and before I knew it I shot hot cum from the end of my dick, wow and holy cow, I’m on a bus I thought. I came and came back to reality, I had arrived at my stop almost at the same time I came and quickly hid everything held my coat together squeezed by my new friend and exited the bus.

We didn’t make eye contact after, but I’m sure she saw everything. I realized I was pretty bold, but I did try the routine a few times on our subway system, when they’re weren’t too many riders. I would sit across from someone like Marianne, (hopefully), and where loose short shorts, popular in the late seventies, early eighties. I would proceed slowly, to test there acceptance.  Rubbing on the outside first, nonchalantly, but then more obvious as my cock grew in size. I usually wore underwear but would pull the leg aside before I sat down on the subway to let my cock and balls free. Eventually the head of my engorged cock would appear out the leg of my shorts. After each more bolder move I would judge her reaction. No one was ever obviously staring, or encouraging me, but no one ever moved from their seat either, pretending indifference, like they didn’t notice me. Most opportunities, there wasn’t enough time to reach orgasm before one of us reached our
stop, but it did happen a few times and was very very exciting. Most times I was fully exposed to them and tremendously hard and always wet, spreading the juice around on the head of my cock as they secretly peeked.
Another technique I used to use when the bus was crowded and I was horny, (most of the time), was again take my penis out the leg of my underwear so as to appear to not be wearing any. I would look for an opportunity to get squished against a girl or lady sitting down in one the the aisle seats. I would stand with my legs apart and my crotch aimed at her arm and shoulder which were the perfect height. Standing above them I would be able to see their eyes glance over and check me out and I would start to grow, receive more attention then and grow some more. As the bus would lurch forward and backward, left and right I would "accidently" brush myself against her arm. If she responded by not moving her arm at all I would know she was not against me doing it again. With some girls or ladies I would be pushed right against them after my initial contacts were welcomed. My cock would be monsterous hard and I would push against their arms and feel its shape
against my cock. Sometimes she would push back and the feeling was incredible. I can’t remember ever coming in my pants but I sure wanted to.
As I matured I realized how criminally risky my actions were and instead I tried to put myself in a more private situation where I might get caught.
In Europe in the mid eighties, I was staying in a motel room by myself and the maid was on my floor. An older woman, probably part of the family that ran it, I planned for her to catch me. My room was next to be cleaned. I was getting turned on she would see me and I stripped naked and laid back over the edge of the bed, my feet on the ground my proud cock hard and pointing straight up. I started to stroke myself and I don’t remember hearing any knock, but before I knew it she opened the door. She paused briefly stunned, then mumbled something in Italian and closed the door. I was so turned on being seen I got up went to the sink in front of the mirror and within a couple of strokes exploded all over the place.
I’ve since had many private and arranged experiences, some with friends and some with strangers and I can’t stop, so Ladies if you’d like to watch I would LOVE to get naked and masturbate for YOU!
Hope I didn’t ramble too much and some of you have similar experiences to share.
with lust,

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I live in a beach area in southern California, so there are plenty of
"accidental" exposures of people changing.
A couple that I have seen which were not so accidental are pretty hot
(to me, at least).
It was a warm spring day, and I went into a local park to read a book.
This park is on the cliffs over a popular surfing beach. I heard the
outside shower of a nearby changing room running, but didn’t pay much
attention. Shortly after that, I got up to return home. The path went
directly past the shower that I had heard. Standing there with his
eyes closed and his arms outstretched in the sun to dry was a very
handsome nude young man. I was really struck by the beauty of the
sight. The place seemed deserted. I doubt that he knew I was there. I
passed him as quietly as possible, so as not to disturb his
meditation. When I reached the end of the path, there was a young
woman who seemed impatient. She asked me, "Did you see a guy…"
matching his description. "Yes, I just saw him nude with his eyes
closed drying his body in the sun, about 100 feet down this path." A
huge grin came upon her face, and she started running at top speed in
his direction. I hope she caught him.
Another time was while I was riding my bicycle along the highway which
was parallel and slightly above one of the popular beach parking lots.
A surfer was changing with a towel wrapped around his waist. A female
was standing facing him. Just as I approached, the women grabbed his
towel. By the time I passed them, they were engaged in a "tug-of-war"
over the towel, with the towel pulled taut between them. He was stark
naked.

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