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Top Ten Pants-Spunks – Miss Elaine free porn video
I first saw girls go-go dance (60s style) on Ready Steady Go!, a pop programme on telly in the 60s. I’d never seen skirts that short in real life or such a lot of knicker-showing – I’d seen flashes at school – and every week when those girls were on screen they’d make me cum in my pants.
Not long after that I discovered Spick, Span, Spick & Span and Beautiful Britons magazines, where girls blatantly raised their skirts to show knickers, sat ‘carelessly’, and even wore bikinis or went topless. I’d never seen anything like it and there began the collection that now numbers every single issue since 1960, all lovingly covered in spunk stains, captions and cartoons.
Seeing go-go for real was not something I ever imagined would happen – I didn’t have relations of any sort with girls and it seemed to me that ordinary girls – girls-next-door – would never do anything like that. So having moved down to the big city and exploring the pubs one night, I was knocked out to see a go-go dancer, in short purple dress and black knix – and that could easily be a Top Ten Pants-Spunk.
Now bikinis were something I never saw for real, and only saw in my Spick & Span magazines and photos. So I was gob-smacked to see a girl, at the bar, talking to a group of men, when I went into the Flower Pot in London for the first time. This was the barest I’d ever seen a girl, though I wasn’t getting a clear view as men were all around Her and I was too intimidated by them to go up and try to get a closer view.
I did notice that there was something about Her bikini, when I got glimpses of it, that was different to what I’d seen in my photos. As well as Spick & Span, I had a growing collection of lingerie catalogues and brochures of all sorts, including holiday brochures – anything really with pics of girls that I could pick up, buy or steal, for my furtive wanker’s sex pleasure.
That’s how I knew what a bra was when I heard a couple of blokes at school, one boasting about how he “removed Her bra with one hand”. At the time, I didn’t really know why he’d want to do that or why She allowed it, assuming She had any choice in the matter.
As far as I could recall, bikinis in my brochure and catalogues didn’t have tassels on them, but Miss Elaine in the Flower Pot, Hers appeared to. To begin with, I didn’t know they had go-go dancers at this pub, and I’d no idea that that’s what She was. So I had no idea why She was talking to a load of men at the bar wearing such a skimpy outfit. I wasn’t just intrigued, but very, very excited. As the minutes came and went, I was more and more desperate to get a good view of Her.
I was already at that time – in my early 20s – well-versed to finding a good position to get into to ogle a girl showing – usually a nice outfit. Every time I was fortunate enough to see a skimpy-dressed girl – rare though it was, and rarely that skimpy in those days – I could think of nothing else but find a way to look at Her until sex-pleasure was mine, often with some assistance but occasionally hands-free. Apart from all my mags, this was the main way I got my sex pleasure, and always best seeing girls for real.
I never expected to see, in public or anywhere, a girl as sexy-dressed as this though, and the delay in getting a good look at Her was driving me crazy. I stood not far from the bar, in my long jacket, erect in my pants from the minute I saw Her. It seemed incredible that all those men were seeing Her like that and She was talking and laughing, tossing Her blonde hair with a shake of Her head every now and then. It didn’t seem possible that I could see a girl like this and at some point, get a good view.
There was a DJ playing loud music throughout, and it was so noisy in there that I could talk out loud to myself, winding up my excitement even more, saying “spunk queen in a bikini, all those men can see Her nearly bare, bosomy Goddess in a bikini, wanker’s dream and I’m a wanker”, all sorts of pervy stuff like that that I always chanted when I was worshipping girls, whether in mags or for real.
And it was the DJ who started to announce something, making me realise that She was a dancer, and She was about to dance! A great shock went through me, a leap of the heart, which began to race and my head went a bit dizzy, trying to comprehend that this was really going to happen. Miss Elaine emerged from the group and I saw Her bikini was skimpy, tassely and FULL of Her lovely girly bosomy loveliness.
I thought my head was going to explode, and I’m guessing I was beetroot red as I stared at Her in disbelief. She began to walk the length of the bar, all the men’s eyes on Her, towards the podium-thingy. Seeing Her move, seeing how bosomy She was, Her smile of satisfaction at the male interest She was arousing, how bare She was in that little bikini, the way Her hips moved as She walked – I was mesmerised.
She’d barely walked 2 or 3 feet when my straining penis exploded and cum started to erupt into my underpants, making my knees buckle and a strangled groan emit from my agape-gob, waves of ecstasy washing over me as I saw a bikini girl for real for the first time in my life, and a bosomy bikini girl, blonde sex-queen Goddess at that. By the time She reached the pedestal-whatsit to dance, my pants were full of cum.
I was in a daze seeing Her dance, it was all surreal, as if I couldn’t grasp it was all really happening. I’d moved to a better spot, my wet pants and trousers slapping against my thighs as I walked, telling me I’d probably wet myself below my jacket. Fortunately it was dark in there and so unlikely anyone would notice. Every 30 or 40 minutes Miss Elaine would come up and dance for 2 or 3 minutes, mesmerising me with Her go-go dancing moves. I was pressed up against a balustrade next to the stairs, unobtrusively getting a good view of the Goddess entertaining all the men.
It wasn’t long before She made me pants-spunk again, pressing up to help it along (my recovery time is poor but a Goddess like Her enables me to do it again).
How can I forget the first time I ever saw a girl in a bikini for real, and saw Her go-go dance for real?! I saw Her many times at the Flower Pot, and She made me spunk my pants more times than I can count. Without doubt, an all-time sex experience for this pervert wanker. Definitely Top Ten Pants-Spunk. Definitely.
Not long after that I discovered Spick, Span, Spick & Span and Beautiful Britons magazines, where girls blatantly raised their skirts to show knickers, sat ‘carelessly’, and even wore bikinis or went topless. I’d never seen anything like it and there began the collection that now numbers every single issue since 1960, all lovingly covered in spunk stains, captions and cartoons.
Seeing go-go for real was not something I ever imagined would happen – I didn’t have relations of any sort with girls and it seemed to me that ordinary girls – girls-next-door – would never do anything like that. So having moved down to the big city and exploring the pubs one night, I was knocked out to see a go-go dancer, in short purple dress and black knix – and that could easily be a Top Ten Pants-Spunk.
Now bikinis were something I never saw for real, and only saw in my Spick & Span magazines and photos. So I was gob-smacked to see a girl, at the bar, talking to a group of men, when I went into the Flower Pot in London for the first time. This was the barest I’d ever seen a girl, though I wasn’t getting a clear view as men were all around Her and I was too intimidated by them to go up and try to get a closer view.
I did notice that there was something about Her bikini, when I got glimpses of it, that was different to what I’d seen in my photos. As well as Spick & Span, I had a growing collection of lingerie catalogues and brochures of all sorts, including holiday brochures – anything really with pics of girls that I could pick up, buy or steal, for my furtive wanker’s sex pleasure.
That’s how I knew what a bra was when I heard a couple of blokes at school, one boasting about how he “removed Her bra with one hand”. At the time, I didn’t really know why he’d want to do that or why She allowed it, assuming She had any choice in the matter.
As far as I could recall, bikinis in my brochure and catalogues didn’t have tassels on them, but Miss Elaine in the Flower Pot, Hers appeared to. To begin with, I didn’t know they had go-go dancers at this pub, and I’d no idea that that’s what She was. So I had no idea why She was talking to a load of men at the bar wearing such a skimpy outfit. I wasn’t just intrigued, but very, very excited. As the minutes came and went, I was more and more desperate to get a good view of Her.
I was already at that time – in my early 20s – well-versed to finding a good position to get into to ogle a girl showing – usually a nice outfit. Every time I was fortunate enough to see a skimpy-dressed girl – rare though it was, and rarely that skimpy in those days – I could think of nothing else but find a way to look at Her until sex-pleasure was mine, often with some assistance but occasionally hands-free. Apart from all my mags, this was the main way I got my sex pleasure, and always best seeing girls for real.
I never expected to see, in public or anywhere, a girl as sexy-dressed as this though, and the delay in getting a good look at Her was driving me crazy. I stood not far from the bar, in my long jacket, erect in my pants from the minute I saw Her. It seemed incredible that all those men were seeing Her like that and She was talking and laughing, tossing Her blonde hair with a shake of Her head every now and then. It didn’t seem possible that I could see a girl like this and at some point, get a good view.
There was a DJ playing loud music throughout, and it was so noisy in there that I could talk out loud to myself, winding up my excitement even more, saying “spunk queen in a bikini, all those men can see Her nearly bare, bosomy Goddess in a bikini, wanker’s dream and I’m a wanker”, all sorts of pervy stuff like that that I always chanted when I was worshipping girls, whether in mags or for real.
And it was the DJ who started to announce something, making me realise that She was a dancer, and She was about to dance! A great shock went through me, a leap of the heart, which began to race and my head went a bit dizzy, trying to comprehend that this was really going to happen. Miss Elaine emerged from the group and I saw Her bikini was skimpy, tassely and FULL of Her lovely girly bosomy loveliness.
I thought my head was going to explode, and I’m guessing I was beetroot red as I stared at Her in disbelief. She began to walk the length of the bar, all the men’s eyes on Her, towards the podium-thingy. Seeing Her move, seeing how bosomy She was, Her smile of satisfaction at the male interest She was arousing, how bare She was in that little bikini, the way Her hips moved as She walked – I was mesmerised.
She’d barely walked 2 or 3 feet when my straining penis exploded and cum started to erupt into my underpants, making my knees buckle and a strangled groan emit from my agape-gob, waves of ecstasy washing over me as I saw a bikini girl for real for the first time in my life, and a bosomy bikini girl, blonde sex-queen Goddess at that. By the time She reached the pedestal-whatsit to dance, my pants were full of cum.
I was in a daze seeing Her dance, it was all surreal, as if I couldn’t grasp it was all really happening. I’d moved to a better spot, my wet pants and trousers slapping against my thighs as I walked, telling me I’d probably wet myself below my jacket. Fortunately it was dark in there and so unlikely anyone would notice. Every 30 or 40 minutes Miss Elaine would come up and dance for 2 or 3 minutes, mesmerising me with Her go-go dancing moves. I was pressed up against a balustrade next to the stairs, unobtrusively getting a good view of the Goddess entertaining all the men.
It wasn’t long before She made me pants-spunk again, pressing up to help it along (my recovery time is poor but a Goddess like Her enables me to do it again).
How can I forget the first time I ever saw a girl in a bikini for real, and saw Her go-go dance for real?! I saw Her many times at the Flower Pot, and She made me spunk my pants more times than I can count. Without doubt, an all-time sex experience for this pervert wanker. Definitely Top Ten Pants-Spunk. Definitely.
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