Hello friends, the following story is my true beginning in As for my first masturbation. I hope you like it and I apprec

Hello friends, the following story is my true beginning in As for my first masturbation. I hope you like it and I appreciate your reading and possible comments. Very good, well it was at 10 years or so..... My parents' house is 2 floors, at the top there is They find the rooms, everyone had their own room and mine in particular room faced the back of the house where you could see just a couple of backyards of 2 other houses and several rooftops...... Well well...... I used to look out the windows of my room towards that area, there wasn't much to tell, basically I knew that in one of those houses, There lived a couple with 3 children, 2 men and a woman..... the youngest of them about my age and since I am the oldest of the 4 brothers, I estimate that the lady must have been bigger than my mother. Well, it was a normal patio.... with a bolier, a large space to hang clothes and a laundry room next to the washing machine.... His entire patio was surrounded by a fence, I could say that Only from the extreme left of my window could I observe what was happening there and In that extreme left of my window was an ironing donkey that my mother I had already taken my room as the ironing room. Neither the father nor the children frequented that place, he only saw the daughter (a couple of years older than me) from time to time and mostly it was a area of mrs. She greeted my mother when we ran into her on the way to the market or like any normal neighbor (she still lives behind my parents' house) parents), is from the highlands of Jalisco, it seems that from Arandas (in the region western Mexico), tall, white, medium complexion and very very shy according to I could guess... I always washed in the washing machine and from there I transferred the clothes to the laundry room to hang clothes later. She used to dress very simply: a long plaid skirt almost to the ankles and a high-necked sweater even when it wasn't the cold season (at least that's what my memory remembers); The truth is that it entertained me watching her because there was absolutely nothing to see, but I want clarify that I did not see her with eyes of lust or sex.... at least at the beginning.... but simply because it was the only living being that could be seen from there while the rest of the environment was everything in complete stillness regularly, so I entertained myself with that. I limited myself to watching her wash and wash and hang and hang... until one day.... a decisive day.... when later than normal..... Let's say 5 or 6 in the afternoon..... lying in my bed with a comic story.... I heard the noise of his door that led to the patio, which indicated that someone was coming out... I had already learned to recognize that noise.... but it surprised me greatly because that day I had washed and swept the place that were the activities that he had been able to observe that regularly I was doing... well, not wanting to, I went to the extreme left of the window..... I put aside the ironing board and accessories that were there.... I opened the curtain on that window just a little..... and I saw it!!!!....different!!!!!!!!..... She was dressed... let's say... more formal... could say, or guess at that moment, that they were going out or have an engagement or a meeting or something... He was dressed all in black... but the important thing here is what I discovered.... Her skirt was shorter and tighter..... It highlighted a respectable volume in its rear part..... and she had a blouse, a thin black one that although I couldn't tell what a low cut..... It had nothing to do with turtlenecks... What is certain is that from those turtlenecks one could guess huge breasts that at that time went unnoticed by me...... I was wearing stockings, pantyhose or whatever you call it......and heels.... blessed heels!!!!! (now I'll tell you what I mean)... He went to the laundry room and took some cloth...... he returned to the inside his house, but he left the door open which indicated that would return...just as it happened about a couple of minutes later and he headed to the clothesline.....where until then I had not realized that his underwear... well, as I said, the patio was wide... and when I went I was doing the clothesline...... His foot bent and he fell!!!!!!!!...... But he did it exactly where the drain and a puddle were. of water that always accumulated from who knows where......... He stayed there for a few seconds and got up.... she seemed angry.... very angry....... and I was soaked...... He picked up the shoe that had the heel all bent furious, after rubbing her ankle a little..... He continued to the clothesline and.... She took down some black panties...... He walked in only one shoe to lean between the washing machine and the laundry..... He stood on one foot and crossed the other to check himself again. ankle count...... By bending my leg I could see the upper thigh a little...... but what came next was indescribable...... I leave her panties (or panties, whatever they are called more) stylishly)........ on the laundry room...... those that I had taken down from the clothesline...... and he rubbed and bent his ankle with his hand...... at the same time that she was still wringing out her skirt and everything that had been wet...... no doubt the narrowness of his skirt....... and she looked angry and very hurt...... besides in a hurry...... and then...... She looked carefully to see if anyone saw her... but the confidence that the wall that rounded the patio helped at that moment and although he also looked for a few seconds towards the windows of my room where the small crack through which I observed helped me and the zero movement of the curtains gave me total confidence.... and then...... He lowered his injured foot, looked around again, and then.... She unbuttoned her skirt, lowered the zipper and..... she lowered her skirt...... he took it off!!!!!!!!!!!!..... Then he checked himself more calmly and flexed better. forms his leg...... I saw her in pantyhose and you could see white panties under this.... then he lowered his injured foot again and after a slight checking that there were no foreign eyes... She pulled down her pantyhose, revealing her foot... which apparently was what I was looking for.... but they also remained revealing her panties..... Meanwhile, on my part, when I became aware of myself, I discovered that... my little penis was out of my shorts and instinctively rubbed it in a circular manner, like someone tightening a screw or turns a small faucet..... and without being right or knowing why.... I kept increasing the speed almost without realizing it.... She....she while this was happening (not knowing that a little boy was watching her) he checked his ankle without thinking.... and although the blouse lengthened when it was loose and covered a little vision of her white panties... prevented him from seeing her in that position and situation so compromising..... and the climax was still missing.... After completing his review, he apparently rushed the task that took her there... and I guess so as not to wet her clean black panties.... She pulled her white panties down to her ankles quickly.... (as quickly as my hand increased the turns on me apparatus).... and in a skillful movement that, due to its speed, confirmed some practice.... and to me they seemed like the longest seconds of my life until then..... She put on her new black panties, leaving them on the sink. and on her lap... white panties..... like white was what my little one expelled at that moment apparatus.... where I felt a hitherto unknown emotion that only.... at the moment of feeling a strong pang in the belly.... It only gave me the opportunity to take a pot that my mother I had water to iron clothes.... and there I downloaded what filled me with fear..... I could still see that the lady was going into her house with clothes and shoes in his hands... I was left in one piece, very scared, not knowing what to do or which was what he had done..... but with an indescribable emotion that helped me bear.... the pain that came later in my device and genitals..... until later I would learn (not without doing it again several times every time I heard the door telling me to go out to the backyard the lady with her same long skirt and collared blouses, which I didn't mind because his image was and continues to be present in me).... well, until later I would learn that I shouldn't "spin" with my hand on my circular device.... but vertically, which didn't hurt me subsequently.... but the important thing is that from there.... I must thank this lady.... (whom I still meet from time to time on the street and Say hello with your 50 and something years).... my first contact with the erotic world, my first masturbation and my fantasy with older women! Thank you Hector lozanohector100@hotmail.com