On another occasion, I used to meet another boy (lets call him “D") at the park to play. We had done this for many weeks and it was perfectly normal teenage tomfoolery. One day he turned up with his sister (“E") who was probably a year younger. She was an absolute “stunner” and was just starting to develop tiny breasts.
In those days we were able to hire crude heavy two seat boats to use on the stream. I won't dignify them by calling them canoes, as they were horribly heavy things made of sheet metal covering a wooden frame. I had just hired one when “D” and “E” arrived, so I offered to take them with me one at a time. Of course I took “E” first. The stream was very busy and there were a lot of people around, so there was nothing I could do just there. As I paddled, I just casually mentioned that her dress was very pretty and at the same time moved in my seat and parted my legs so that it became obvious that I had a large and very prominent bulge in my swimming trunks.
I could see her taking sideways looks at it and so I hesitantly asked what color panties she was wearing. She looked at me and after a second, said “white” then she said, “would you like to see them?” I couldn't believe my ears and my heart pounded and of course I said “yes”. She slightly lifted and parted her legs and I had a lovely view of an attractive crotch with a tiny pair of panties showing the outline of her slit very clearly. I then suggested that perhaps we could meet without her brother the following day and she agreed to do so.
I returned to shore concealing my erection with great difficulty and then took her brother out in the boat. To this day I don't know why, but I told him that I had arranged to meet his sister to play the next day. On the Sunday I arrived but to my intense disappointment, she never turned up. Later in the day I was speaking to some friends and casually mentioned I wonder where “E” was. I was told that she had got into some trouble with a boy and was not allowed to come to the park to play. I presume that “D” told his parents for which I never forgave him. I only ever saw him once after that. We never spoke and I never saw “E” again.
Having described how naive I was, I should also say that some parents were as well. I was frequently able to gain access to young girls with the parent's full permission and even sometimes in the house when they were there. I don't know if I just looked trustworthy, but take this example.
Time had passed and I had now started work and had saved enough money for an old car. We lived in a block of flats and now we had new neighbors with three daughters.
At this stage I was about 17 or 18 and I think that the two older girls were 11 and 12 while the younger was about six.
Summer came, and one Saturday morning I told their mother that I was going to a local river for a swim and “would the girls like to come?” Mrs. X said “Y” (the youngest) was too young but the two older ones could go if they wished. They jumped at the chance so away we drove off and had a very pleasant morning. I was very cautious and attempted nothing for several weeks and repeated this trip to the river each Saturday for the next six or seven weekends while all the time I was trying to engineer a situation.
One Saturday, to see what the reaction would be, I had prearranged my underwear so my penis hung down the leg of the shorts that I was wearing. Of course when I got into my car, I sat so the leg of my shorts pushed up and allowed the head of my penis to protruded slightly.
After a few minutes they noticed it and giggling, said that my “THINGY” was showing. I apologized and said that I must have a hole in my underpants. They seemed to find this very funny and spent the rest of the 40-minute trip to the river talking and giggling quietly to each other. I took this to be a good sign and I frantically wracked my brains for a suitable way to get myself or the girls undressed by accident. I was a bit older now and more cautious of the brazen approach that I had used when I was younger. I was 17 and didn't think “playing Mothers and Fathers” was quite suitable.
Shortly after we arrived that day, I dived in and almost lost my swimming trunks, which immediately gave me an idea.
Hiding under the water, I loosened the ties and slid them off and, while keeping under water I hid them in the roots of a protruding tree. My idea was to pretend that I had lost them, but I would be able to “find” them later. As it turned out when I returned to retrieve them, they were not there, as they must have washed out of the tree.
Once ready, while their backs were turned I jumped and made a large splash to attract their attention. When I came up I called out that I had lost my swimsuit and would they help me look for them. They came over and I rushed around pretending to search with one hand cupped over my genitals.
Of course my hand did not stay there all the time so there were plenty of chances for the girls to see me naked. In the end I gave up and sat on the bank with a towel around me. As I was sitting on the bank hugging my knees so they was ample opportunity for the girls see under the towel if they wanted to. They kept taking sneak looks at me and seemed to find it rather amusing, as there were lots of comments and laughing whenever they looked in my direction.
Twice I said I wanted to swim and cool down so I would go for a very brief dip on the other side of a clump of overhanging trees, leaving them in the safer area downstream. I would return to where they were and resume sitting where they could see me and more importantly, see my genitals. I went know further and when they finished the swimming, we dressed and returned home.
I had some “agro” from my mother over the loss of my best swimwear, but next Saturday we returned to the river with my spare pair. When we arrived and were going to get changed, I suggested that as it was shallow, they could swim in the safe spot, but as I had quite enjoyed being nude the previous week, I would go further upstream and swim in the nude for a while.
They seemed to hesitate so I said, “Of course, do you want to join me?”
They looked at each other and nodded. So to make it easier for them, I turned my back, stripped and jumped into the river while they hesitantly removed their clothes and followed after me.
Within a few minutes they started to enjoy the experience and week after week for the rest of the summer we returned to the river to swim naked. I might add that I was always careful to wet our swimsuits before we returned home. By this stage I was now more aware that what I had been doing was wrong so I did nothing and just thoroughly enjoyed the sight of their lovely young bodies and, when swimming, playing or our hi-jinks permitted, obtained close up glimpses or accidentally touch their genitals.
Of course I tried to “engineer” these situations but all was relatively innocent at that stage.
Summer passed, winter came and went, and now it was the following summer. I was now 18 and they were 12 and 13 so I once again suggested they may like to go swimming and of course they agreed. There was only the slightest hesitancy with stripping the first time and we continued nude swimming and sunbathing for a few weeks, until one very hot day my raging hormones got the better of me.
Because of the sun, I suggested rubbing sun lotion on them, so they lay face down on their towels while I did so. I asked if they wanted to put some on their front. They asked me to do it and of course I was a “perfect gentleman” and obliged. My hand lingered passed near their genitals as I rubbed lotion on their legs and that was it, my good resolutions were gone, andhadto go further, so I lay on my towel asked them to rub lotion on my back.