Conclusion of a three-part series; read Part One or Part Two.

At about age 25 something happened to me that my wife did not believe and I have not mentioned since. I was on the bus heading home after work — it was packed full, and the day was a scorcher. My seat was against the center aisle, and a woman was pressed toward me by the crush. After a few minutes I realized I could feel her pubic area against my left shoulder bone. I felt sorry for her, so I moved my body slightly away from contact with her body. To my amazement, she moved herself to re-establish contact with my shoulder. I am sure I could feel her clitoris harden as the road vibration traveled up and created stimulation of her clitoris against my shoulder. This went on for at least half an hour until the bus reached the first stop on the express run. She left the bus without making eye contact with me.

My sexual life with my wife remained very active over the years, but unfortunately at menopause my wife's libido began to fade until at about age 55 it was totally gone. My wife was very understanding of my needs and supported my need to masturbate either in bed with her at night or in the shower. After we retired we adopted the caravanning lifestyle so popular here in Australia and traveled around following the sun wherever we felt like it. This meant I was having public showers all over the country, and of course, masturbating whenever the need arose (which was quite often). One day I was in a shower stall that had a gap of about 10 inches under the dividing wall. I happened to look down and noticed that the overhead lighting, together with the wet floor, was creating a reflection from the next stall. I could plainly see that the man next door was masturbating and was amused to see someone doing that which I did so often. I am sure the events of my young days, when I made much effort to watch my parents having sex, has turned me into a bit of a voyeur. I made it my business from that day on to take note of the activities of the men in the next shower stall. The number of times I have witnessed masturbation in the showers is far too many to count — a very high percentage of the men who enter end up masturbating. I believe this is because many of the men in these places are retired and probably have wives who also suffer from menopausal loss of libido, and so they must gain sexual release. It's interesting to note that many men, perhaps as a territory-marking thing, leave their semen either on the floor or running down the walls. I have done this on a couple of occasions but usually take the time to clean up afterwards.

One day, after drying myself after the shower, I felt the need to masturbate, so I leaned against the wall with my left upper arm and proceeded to masturbate. It was a fairly long session, as I usually take my time (my wife always knows when I have "done the deed" as I take so long). After I had ejaculated and recovered a bit of my composure, I cleaned up. Something made me look to the left, and I saw a man standing outside the stall waiting for a vacant one. It was obvious he could see me masturbating through the gap between the door and the frame — and the big grin on his face as I left was confirmation.

The busiest time is when schoolboys are on some sort of excursion and staying in the camping areas. The showers are the most popular place around, and I have often been witness to their efforts. They seem to be more varied in their methods and seem to love sitting down, either on the floor or on the chairs provided. One youngster used two chairs — one to sit on and the other to rest his feet. He was at it for ages and used the shower only to clean up the ejaculation. In some toilets the occupants seem to take great pride in depositing their sperm on the inside of the door near the hinges so the cleaner rarely gets to see it. One of these seemed to have been the result of perhaps many more than one man.

That's about the end of the saga of a 61-year-old Australian male who relies wholly on my long experience of masturbating in all sorts of places and all sorts of ways. I have loved every one of them and look forward to 10 or 20 years of wonderful self love.


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