London, the city of SEX! - Sex Stories

London, the city of SEX!

... not so much for the editorial content, but for the advertising. After all, advertising was about to become Tom's bread and butter. Tom had just finished stacking the newspapers by the door ready for disposal, and was looking around, trying to decide what to do next, when he noticed what appeared to be one more magazine tucked under the sofa. He pulled it out and turned it over to see what it was. The masthead proclaimed HEALTH & EFFICIENCY. And, according to the legend in a panel along the lower edge of the page it was THE WORLD'S LEADING NATURIST JOURNAL Est. 1900. Between the banner and the legend there was a photograph of two youngish women playing leapfrog on a deserted beach. Both of the women were completely naked. Tom was both thrilled and disappointed by his unexpected find. Thrilled because the two beach-frolicking ladies were completely naked and really rather attractive. Disappointed because, even though the one doing the leaping had her legs spread, she had no girly bits. No pubic hair. No 'front bum'. The photograph had clearly been retouched. Inside, however, things got better. Inside, there was rather less evidence of retouching. The tennis-playing, volley-balling boys and girls (of all ages) looked rather more as Tom hoped that they would and should. You have to remember that things were very different back in those days. There was no Internet. And so there were no porno sites. And there were definitely no endless Tumblr collections of 'wives' displaying ...

... their pink bits for all the world to see. There was Playboy. But Playboy didn't even show pubic hair. Even at its best, Playboy was rather like a more colourful version of the front cover of HEALTH & EFFICIENCY. Anything vaguely suggestive of real sex was discreetly hidden behind a pot plant and other such prop. Or it was simply airbrushed out. Tom slowly turned the pages, studying each sometimes-small and often slightly fuzzy photograph - many in black and white. On Page 17, there was a cheerfully-smiling woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to his Aunt Molly. Not that Tom had ever seen his Aunt Molly naked. But he could imagine that that was how she might look if he ever did see her naked. And then, on page 24, he saw Maria. And it was lust at first sight. Maria was perhaps 30-ish. She was shown 'relaxing in her caravan', 'enjoying a refreshing glass of homemade lemonade'. She was perched on a high stool, a little like a bar stool, and her legs were spread for all to see what was between them. Tom felt his heart skip a beat, and an electric tingle ran through his cock and tightened his scrotum. Tom was so mesmerised by Maria's pudendum, the complex frilly shapes of her inner labia, and the silky tuft of hair that covered her mons and then thinned out as it descended, almost disappearing completely by the time it had reached the lower part of her outer labia, that he almost failed to hear Michele's footsteps on the stairs outside the door. Just in time, he stuffed the magazine ...