This is not really a beach memory but definitely a memory from long ago. When I was a young boy, early to mid-1950s, we would go to a swimming lake at a local country club. It was a small lake with a sandy bottom, a few docks with diving boards and a couple of slides and was a real popular place to go in the summer. They had dressing rooms, a dance hall, concessions stands and a place for private parties. In those days it was quite normal and perfectly acceptable for women who were unaccompanied by a spouse or mate to bring their small sons into the women's dressing room. I still have vivid memories of my mom taking me in there with her and the images of naked women and girls that I saw. I didn't really understand my fascination with those naked bodies any more than I understood my early fascination with spanking, but I was mesmerized by the big boobs, bottoms, hairy pubes and that my eyes feasted on. I can remember their tan lines and just how that all made me feel long before I even knew what I was feeling. I hated the weekends when my dad went along and I had to go to the men's dressing room with him. I also remember the day my mom told me I was getting too old to into the women's room with her anymore and that I start should going to the men's dressing room by myself. But I believe to this day that is where I developed my personal appreciation for the female body and , in my mind, just what it should look like. And I suspect that is why to this day that I have a strong preference for a hairy pussy over a shaved one. |