My very first experience with CFNM happened seemingly out of nowhere. It was way back in the 1970s, a couple years after the magazine Playgirl had come out to finally equalize the genders in the realm of centerfold magazines, and long before there was any such thing as the digital age and its Internet and CFNM. It was also during the women's liberation movement of Gloria Steinem and women were feeling particularly aggressive at that time. I remember walking into girl's rooms and seeing them wallpapered with Playgirl centerfolds and chuckling to myself and wondering if I might get asked to be one of those centerfolds. I am dating myself as to how old I am, but it was a great age to be young in:)
I was riding a subway train in the city of Boston, Massachusetts, and the train was jammed beyond capacity. The subways in those days never could accommodate very many and the demand was always greater than the capacity for those old cars. One afternoon I got onto the subway. I was riding to a stop that would lead me to a convenient entrance ramp on the highway to hitchhike north and see a girlfriend of mine. I was just a hippie with a backpack, squished into this car like peas in a can and I saw a pair of elegant legs not far away pressed up against a seat. I could not see the owner. I forgot about them and rode on to my stop. When it came, I had force my way off, threading through the passengers who were going on. I did not see that the legs I had seen were following me until I disembarked and heard a feminine voice say "hello."
I turned and in stunned surprise. I did not know her, but there she was saying hello. She was beside me, a pretty lady, older than my nineteen years, and dressed in the attire of someone going to work in an office. I could not understand why she was talking with a strange hippie like me with a backpack. By deft maneuvering, however, that I did not understand until much later, she worked on me long enough to compel me back into the subway going back down the direction I had just come up from. The way led to her apartment. Once inside the door, this artist at seduction behind the facade of an office worker, had me completely undressed inside of a couple minutes.
A guy who is only nineteen was like handling silly putty for a woman as experienced as her and she showed how easily she could work me over. In essence, I was raped, but it was not the kind of the unwilling. Every attempt from me to produce the same result in her was repulsed easily. I stood in front of her, without a stitch on as she stepped back to admire her handiwork. She made me walk around the apartment, get things for her while the laser like quality of her eyes focused on me. Now, in a sense, I was one of those centerfolds. I was so nervous my legs almost buckled underneath me. Yet, there was a different quality that showed where she was also focusing her eyes. It was a certain eroticism flowing through me like a nuclear reactor. She knew it too and was delighting in it as she directed me to stand here, move there, and she was the connoisseur. She offered me the change to get dressed and at least cease the embarrassment, but I made a conscious choice that later define a future for me in an unknown entity then called CFNM. Although embarrassed, nervous, shy, etc, and still uncertain about being out in the open in front of a woman fully dressed, I decided to stay as I was then -- the NM component of the CF. She would later confessed that it had been a fantasy of hers to meet a strange guy somewhere, take him back home, and do that to him, and I was the one she chose. She had expected a fight, as most guys are very defensive about a woman seeing them like that, and was surprised when she did not get one. I visited her over several months and each time it was the same. We liked our respective roles more and more.
Later on, when I was a CFNM model for cameras and camcorders, I employed some of the things I learned from her for the visual pleasure of women behind those lenses. I think they thanked that lady:)
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