Mac-man’s adventures 2

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Mac-man’s adventures 2In my early days as a mac-wanker, I was always nervous of being noticed, specially going into and out of dirty bookshops. Using a long jacket rather than a mac meant I didn’t feel too out of place when I went to the go-go pubs. Back in the 70s that was more like normal attire in pubs. It was a few years later before I felt comfortable looking like a perv, and actually really enjoyed it. I didn’t go into a go-go pub and wank under my jacket – apart from it being too risky, it was also unnecessary. Seeing a girlie-goddess go-go dance in Her miniskirt or bikini was more than enough, more than enough to make me spunk my pants just watching. Those places weren’t brightly-lit and they were noisy, so I didn’t have to worry too much about my moans as She made me cum in my pants.I got pretty good at disguising my shudders when girls made me pants-spunk, specially if they were only a few feet away. A coughing fit was the best method I found. So when the bosomy barmaid in one of the pubs was wearing a low-cut top, I managed to get close to where She was serving and then ogle – looking down at my glass but my eyes skewed to the side where She was. I press gently against the bar, NO need to hump it, and watch Her. I love cleavage so much – even in photos it’s enough to make me pants-spunk – and I rarely see it for real, so this lovely barmaid was a real treat for a wanker like me. Just to explain, I’m a loner, I always wear my mac and I don’t go to parties or receptions, on the beach or any of the places where girls dress up, apart from pubs in the 70s. Since then, I only hang around outside pubs and clubs. It’s lovely to feel the spunk rising, then the leak of pre-cum. I ease off a bit, trying to prolong being on the verge as much as possible, and then when the pre-cum is cumming in little squirts, I have to try and stifle my whimpers because the cleavage barmaid is only a few feet away. I’m quivering all over, She’s got me halkalı escort in such a state and I’ve got to be careful my eyes aren’t popping out, ogling Her too obviously and noisily. Then suddenly knobby jumps and spunks, making me jolt forward and nearly yelp. That becomes a sneeze and then coughing to explain my head and shoulders nodding forward, and disguising the moans of perv ecstasy as She makes me cum in my pants. I can then walk away with my jacket hiding the big wet patch of spunk on the front of my trousers. Fast forward to the end of my worship of Miss Melanie, who I just couldn’t afford to see any more, and I was at a loss. I had my mags and mag-buying of course, and very much enjoyed sitting in my van ogling the mags I’d just bought and the girls soon making me cum in my pants. But mags were getting more and more explicit. There weren’t go-go pubs any more, hadn’t been for a long time. The peep show booths had long since gone, and the only thing you had now in the Soho sex shops was nude shows, which were far too much for me, like the old strip clubs were. One evening I’d finished deliveries and was driving idly through town, hoping to see girls and jump out in my mac. This did happen every now and then, mainly in the summer. But on this occasion I arrived in the centre of town and driving through, saw the road was full of girls in clubbing gear. I’d no idea this was what happened in towns at night. I dumped the van and raced back, finding the nearest doorway and putting my hand through mac pocket and wank-trouser pockets. In less than a couple of minutes I was moaning gratefully in perv ecstasy as several girls walking by in miniskirts made me spunk my pants full. I was a regular visitor to town centres then for the next few years, finding favourite spots and even seeing regular girls who always came to town on particular nights. Thursdays to Sundays were best but even on Tuesdays or Wednesdays, şişli escort because I couldn’t wait a day longer, I was stood in my favourite spots in my mac hoping to see girls. In the winter it could be a long wait, and then on seeing girls coming along I had to get from cold and limp to stiff and ready to spunk in a short time, often meaning I was rubbing at 100mph, my mac flapping as I desperately wanted to spunk as they walked by.On one occasion on a cold night a lovely bosomy goddess in a low cut top spotted my mac flapping like crazy and said to Her friend “look! Wanker! He’s wanking!” Her friend gasped. In summer though the streets stayed fairly full of people and I was stiff for most of the time I was there, and then, joy of joys, seeing a goddess walking towards me from the end of the street, maybe more than one goddess, I could just hold knobby upright and wait till those girls made it cum into my pants all by itself. That lovely big tit girlie-goddess saw me several times, often with a different friend, and I could see them laughing as She told Her about this wanker in his mac. Even seeing Her in a tight top was easily enough for Her to make knobby spunk all by itself into my soggy underpants. On two occasions I was lucky enough to see stocking-tops when I was out and about in my mac. One girl was talking to Her friend, about what She was wearing I’m guessing, and raised Her skirt to show Her black stockings. I’d only ever seen that in my mags, and She made me explode instantly into my pants, nearly folding double with the convulsions. Fortunately the girls didn’t notice.The other time 3 girls were walking along and I could see one fiddling with the hem of Her miniskirt. I was in full mac-wanking position, legs clamped together right up to my buttocks, clenching the bog-roll for maximum nice feeling, and as the girls walked down a side street I shuffled along sarıyer escort after them, like a penguin, my hand holding my stiff knob. They paused and the girl lifted Her skirt up to do up Her suspender. I’ve seen that in my mags a lot, specially the Spick & Span ones, but never seen it for real. I must have looked like a right goon, my eyes popping in disbelief – raised skirt! She’s RAISING Her skirt past Her stocking-tops!!!!!The three girls were all laughing at this gob-smacked perv in his mac, and my head and shoulders crumpled down on my neck as knobby pumped 7 or 8 big gobs of spunk into my pants. They walked out of sight and I lifted my mac up to see my wet patch, a bit of me hoping they’d turn and see. No though. Another time at the end of October one year I was in my usual spot and a coach drew up, and out walked a lot of people including a lot of girls in leather or pvc, a lot of miniskirts, and even some with stocking-tops showing. It was for a Halloween ball obviously. That was a pants-spunk fest for this lucky pervert. Then there was a club in Hull doing a ‘back to school’ night, so all the girls could wear short skirts and skimpy blouses. There were stocking-tops on display too. I’d seen them in the city centre, all walking in the same direction, so of course pervert mac-man has to follow and see (seeing being of course the sole way I get my sex pleasure). Again that was pure pants-spunk heaven, seeing the sort of show I rarely see, blouse-buttons straining and skirts so short stocking-tops showed. Sometimes girls were curious about this pervy-looking dirty old man in his mac who was standing on the street corner when they arrived in town, was still there an hour later and still, maybe 2 hours later. (I might have to wait 3 or 4 hours in cold weather for girls to come along, but I’d learnt that some girls walk to the clubs skimpy-dressed even in cold weather, thank god). Once a girl asked me if I was alright, and I said “I’m just waiting to see”, or something like that. Other times girls walked past and then turned round, doing the ‘wanker’ sign. I loved that of course – in fact, if I could I would have had a big sign saying ‘Wanker’ on it. And on that note – next time: Mac-man’s adventures in the red light districts!

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