Where it happened: Up a pole
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
When I was 7 years old I found out in my PE class that climbing a rope gave me a funny feeling in my lower tummy and groin. It was the sort of feeling that made you want to do it again but at that age you just accept what’s going on for what it is. I soon found out that this funny feeling could be replicated by climbing virtually anything and the key to making it happen was all to do with the movements of my legs within the climbing motion. As a grew older I soon realised that it was fun to allocate time to this new found hobby but although I shared this experience with a couple of other girls I generally kept it to my self and for some reason or another it was taboo with adults. I was a late developer starting my first period at 13. It was between the age of 12 to 13 that I learned all about sex and started to realise that my favourite pastime was related to sexual gratification and that the feelings where very similar. However by this age my ability to produce mind blowing funny feelings through climbing was developing at a serious rate while masturbation produced nice feelings I had not experienced a full orgasm at either. This all changed in 1985 when I was 12. I had become obsessed with seeing an erect penis to such an extent that I contrived to make it happen with Tom a boy a year younger than me who lived in the same close as we did. Tom and I had had both shared the funny feeling thing years back and I had seen him on the playground at school climbing the exercise bars knowing the feelings he was achieving. Seeing this would make me want to climb and this had become our secret. What I had not realised was that all the time Tom was now climbing he would get an erect penis which was embarrassing so he only tended to climb in private. One night coming home from guides I spotted Tom on the climbing frame in our old school playground. We had both learned that ropes doors and even trees would give you the funny feeling but there was something special about that climbing frame and the three inch steel tube it was made off. As I approached Tom he was humping the bars and I could tell he was at the sharpe end of the feeling. I could see his eyes where closed and his upper body weight was being supported by the cross member of the A frame as his knees jackknifed up to his chest making the climbing motion that would take him nowhere higher. I knew he was oblivious to me so I teased him by shouting nice feeling Tom. He was instantly embarrassed having been caught at the short strokes so to speak, and slid to the ground with his back to me. But I could plainly see a tent like bulge in his shorts which I knew immediately was a siffy. What’s that I said almost demanding he showed me. Oh nothing Tom stammered it always happens when I climb. I was intrigued and pressed him more. Tom told me it always went stiff when he climbed, he did not know why but felt it was the rubbing of the end inside his pants as he climbed. By now it had virtually gone and my mind was in a spin. I knew that a penis had to be erect to be put in a vagina to make a baby but why it got stiff climbing I could not make out but all of a sudden I saw an opportunity. Tom and I had grown up together, we had shared our secret and on another occasion we had done the show me yours and I will show you mine thing so I was on fairly familiar ground. What I found difficult if not impossible to understand was how his prick which was the size of my little finger could produce that bulge in his shorts and how could I see it in the flesh, no pun intended.
We agreed to meet up the following evening on the basis that it had been ages since we climbed together, Tom was keener than I expected when I put it to him so all I had to do now was get him out of those shorts and on the pole at the same time.
I eventually came up with a plan, it was a bit hit and miss but it was worth a try. You see it had never actually occurred to me that anything I could do or say would make a prick stiff and although I knew Tom liked me I had not understood his desire to look at me and that he found me sexually attractive, even at his age. The climbing thing and sex did not seem related and neither of us had put the two together. While we kept the funny feeling to ourselves and close friends we both knew somehow or another it was not to be shared with the adult world. The next night could not come quickly enough and I fell asleep fantasising about what Toms erection would look like. I had no idea why I was obsessed with my thoughts by they were now driving me and I was becoming desperate. My plan was simple, to get Tom out of his shorts I would have to be out of mine. Tom loved looking at my Pusey and had always been the architect of any shared moments when it may be on view. He had once arranged to watch me pee by bribing me and I knew he had unhealthy thoughts about seeing me nude. I was at tennis club the following evening but my mind was far away as the lesson ended. I excitedly rushed to the playground stopping briefly to remove my knickers from beneath my tennis skirt I stuffed them inside my racket case. The evening air between my thighs and bum was lovely and my semi naked state just heightened my feelings. Tom was already there as I crossed the playground are you ready he said grasping one of the steel poles that made the A frame. With a gulp of air I blurted out “I can’t I forgot I had tennis and can’t climb in my skirt” I could see Tom was devastated we’ll take it off then. Perfect straight into the trap, no I can’t do that either, I said as I went on to tell him because it had been so warm I was not wearing any underwear either. To me the next step was obvious but Tom did not think like that, how about climbing naked he said. Now this had gone to far so I had to desperately recover the situation. No I might be seen anyhow why don’t you take off your shorts and I will drop my skirt. It was agreed and we retired into the shadows of the school building to do so. We stood looking at each other in the early evening gloom. Semi naked from the waist down Tom was focused on my Pusey and could not take his eyes of my downy thatch which had appeared since the last time he had seen it. I was crest fallen, it was limp and just like before had wrinkled skin over the end. It had not changed at all and there was not a pubic hair in sight. It occurred to me I had just given away the Crown Jewels and without his pants what would rub the end to make it stiff. But then I noticed that the foreskin was drawing back and a flash of pink could be seen. Come on then Tom said rushing to the poles I can’t wait it feels so good like this, let’s climb. So we did, it was the highlight of my life the cool steel between my thighs was heavenly and it was not long before I reached the cross bar of the A frame. Hooking my arms over the top to take my weight I could see Tom below focused on my thighs and bum. It felt wonderful as I started to raise my knees, letting my inner thighs caress the steel pole with rhythmic motions. The funny feeling was now building in my abdomen and I knew it would go higher I closed my eyes to fantasise as I had done so many times before but quickly remembered why I was here. Carried away in my own ecstasy I quickly looked down to find to my absolute delight Tom in all his glory humping away at the pole below me. In those days we knew the funny feeling would last for some minutes and Tom had already reached the good bit I could now clearly see his prick was completely rigid with the foreskin totally retracted his erection protruded some four inches and was completely cylindrical like a candle with a red end it was thrusting up from his groin now with rhythmical movements barely even touching the pole as it humped along side the grey steel. Whow what a sight, this was better than I had ever hoped for. There was something urgent now about his movements and not like anything I had seen from Tom before. It was as if his thrusting now was driving him on as his glorious hard on thrashed up and down in mid air. Then two rather strange things happened first a stream of clear liquid erupted from the end of toms prick into the air straight at me. I instantly dropped my legs from the pole to avoid it but it splashed across my thighs as I thought god he’s only gone and peed on me. But the sudden leg movement only served to remind me of the funny feeling which had been welling up inside my lower tummy to such an extent I was close to the point of no return. The movement of my legs felt so good I pushed them further and copied Toms humping movements on the pole as lovely as it was I just could not hold on any longer and wrapped my legs around the pole to stop myself from falling. It was then I noticed the contact of my Pusey on the pole was producing quite another feeling in my groin. It was improved as my legs became fully extended allowing my pelvis to contact the pole. When I pulled my legs back up my now open vulva came in touch with the pole and an entirely different inside feeling rapidly arose from my Pusey. Not having a clue what was going on but loving every minute, my leg raises intensified and as my muscles contracted around my groin I entered into the most amazing orgasm of all time. I was completely wrecked, stunned by the ferocity of this new feeling I slid to the ground as Tom clung to his pole his stiff prick silhouetted against the evening sky. My Pusey throbbed uncontrollably and felt as if it had been turned inside out. I was very wet between my legs and I wiped my self with my knickers before putting them on. Tom was just stood watching me, his prick still rigid glistening at the end, he saw my knickers but said nothing as we dressed and walked home. Tom told me about his orgasm and that this extra feeling had started as a result of his complete addiction to climbing. He convinced me that the clear liquid was seamen not pee but he was worried I may be pregnant. When I was home I got my book out that told me all about sex, that is when I first understood the word ejaculation and yes for a few days the idea I may be pregnant started to appear at the back of my mind. Fortunately the handful of regular periods I had learned to cope with became one more within a week or so and I started to take the book seriously
I soon learned from the book that this new feeling was an orgasm, and that it could be induced by rubbing my privates, but the book said nothing about the funny feeling and even less about climbing. I had learned a good deal about sex from what had happened that night and reading the book now seemed to offer greater understanding, but to be certain I had to do it again. Tom had told me about door climbing so when the opportunity came I thought I would give it a try. In my room I had a walk in wardrobe with a sturdy door, so I gave it a go. It was ok and sure enough I could get the funny feeling each time I tried but I just could not get the right leg movement to take the feeling a stage further and getting an orgasm from humping a door seemed incredibly remote. Things were improved by placing a pillow on the top of the door and getting my head above this but I was really going for it on the door one day and was as close as ever when my hand slipped and I fell off cutting the inside of my thigh on the handle deeply enough to have six stitches inserted. You can imagine the problems I had explaining how I did it to the doctor and my parents. So I closed the chapter on doors, and started to think that maybe being outside and perhaps the thought of being caught climbing spurred me on. I had to wait at least three weeks for the cut to heal but had already planned my next climbing escapade. The washing line pole in our garden had attracted me before, the trouble was it was directly outside the kitchen window. There was absolutely no chance that it could become a regular object for climbing and I had not been able to convince my Dad about having a rope tied to the apple tree so I would need to plan another climbing episode. I think my parents had realised my passion for climbing when I was 8 we had a swing in the garden which for a while became my favourite, I think my mum first suspected when I had this infatuation for jack and the beanstalk, you can guess what the swing poles became. But I came home from school one day and it had gone. The washing line pole had replaced the wirlygig version we had before but at 12 I was to old for jack and the beanstalk any more. My plan was to wait for my parents to be out together one night. The opportunity arrived and once they had gone all I had to do was wait for darkness. Wearing only a pair of black leggings and an old tee shirt I made my way to the pole and took up my favourite position, it probably took me less than half a dozen leg raises with the pole nicely located between my thighs to begin to get that lovely tingly feeling, and better was to come. I was soon humping away with my knees splayed as far apart as they would go. Sure enough the heavenly feelings soon arrived it was fabulous as I pushed my self further and further. The feeling of the pole between my legs really was something else and I had begun to think about how it might feel naked. My experience with Tom was a benchmark, and while this was good it was not the same. Every now and again I stopped to take a breather but the feeling would be straight back as soon as I restarted. After about a quarter of an hour It was as good as it gets and I was next to exhaustion my throat dry my hands sweaty but I could not get to an orgasm. As hard as I tried it was not there and I was becoming frustrated from trying. Then it suddenly hit me I needed to be naked, my leggings had been great previously because it allowed me to look as natural as I could humping the washing line pole but it was that feeling of being exposed that would do it. I rushed into the kitchen and removed my shirt and leggings now in just my trainers I was next to my beloved pole my hands teasing my clit and wet Pusey. As soon as I lifted my legs of the ground the funny feeling was there with my knees now splayed at 90 degrees my genitals came in touch with the pole as I made two climbing motions an earth shattering climax ripped through my body wow wonderful. Now all I could do was hold on and soon my fear of being caught naked on the washing line pole would return. I used to think about just what it would look like for my parents to see me like this, and what they would think. I was so tired all I could do was head for bed collecting any evidence of my night of passion along the way. Secure in my own room my hands could not resist my still throbbing puss which I massaged with the flat of two fingers. This just served to get my little love button to stand up and the feeling that the gentle stroking produced was unbelievable. To my complete amazement my hips started an involuntary thrusting and I had another climax there in bed before falling asleep
I had learned a lot in the space of a couple if months about the pleasure my body could achieve and the amazing feeling that climbing and masturbation could bring. For me they remained two totally different feelings that I could now recreate. However even to this day the funny feeling can only be achieved by climbing and having a suitable pole available at all times or even on a regular basis was never going to happen. As a teenager what I would have done to have my very own private pole and there would be times when i frigged my little Pusey to a standstill dreaming about watching Tom ejaculate on the playground poles.
With any fetish it is an idea followed by some fact that brings about the act. For example bondage is not possible without the rope and then you need somebody either to tie up or tie you up. Climbing is exactly that and you tend to go around looking for poles or ropes before considering how viable they might be to produce the funny feeling. Opportunity to climb for me until I became a pole dancing instructor were few and far between. I am sure that because of this those opportunities when they did occur caused me to take risks above and beyond what I might have done normally. In 1999 i was married and living with my children in a small town in the UK we had chosen the house in the first place some three years earlier due mainly to the open country side views if offered but eventually the open space opposite would attract a developer and this soon happened. What I had not realised was apart from extremely good looking builders, new houses needed scaffolding as they are built. We’ll a combination of men with out shirts and steel poles soon became another one of those opportunities I just could not miss. Once the thought was in my head it just stayed there and despite all my efforts it even kept me awake at night. My beautiful husband probably got me started by turning me on with one of his bone crunching orgasms that nine times out of ten would send me to sleep. Not this time, I laid in bed my hand against my clit just stroking and thinking about one of those tall scaffold poles and how much I needed it between my legs right now. I made one last attempt to distract my self and went down stairs to make a cup of tea. I did boil the kettle but that was as far as I got. I found myself looking longingly across the road at the half built houses and steel poles that surrounded them. Before I knew it dressed only in my nighty I had crossed the road and was picking my way around the site. Soon I had my hands on a pole but for once I was spoiled for choice, I knew I was going to climb but first I needed to be away from prying eyes and second I needed to find a pole that was not rusty or covered in cement. Soon I was round the back and had a relatively clean pole in front of me, I had already made up my mind that I would remove my cotton nighty which I did so and finding myself completely naked amid this building site soon became a massive turn on. I drifted from pole to pole wrapping my legs around each of a number of possibilities knowing that eventually one of these pieces of steel would feel the embrace of my thighs. One problem was that the structure was arranged in lifts allowing the workers to operate up the thirty to forty foot building in about eight to ten foot layers. The ground floor was probably only six feet which meant I had to climb to the it’s lift to find the best place to climb. Picking my way along the boards in pitch black surrounded by poles I was in my element, I finally settled on my target having tried out four or five possibilities. Each time I had felt the funny feeling grow in my tummy and each time i changed poles I knew it would be straight back. The fear of being seen now stark naked let alone on a pole was of course significant after all just what would you say. My chosen climb had a cross pole secured at right angles about ten feet from the boards and about 16 to 20 feet above ground level. I dropped my nighty and wrapped my legs around the cool steel my nipples stiff as the brushed against it. I was soon in total ecstasy as I raised my knees either side of the pole and clamped my thighs together. Next I freed my hands and extended them up before repeating the leg raise again, reaching the cross pole I placed both my arms over it so my weight would be supported more by my arms than my hands. God the feeling was becoming intense and I was totally preoccupied with it. For all I cared there could have been an audience in seats below me and they were just about to get the encore. With my weight now on my arms I released my legs and splayed my knees as far as they would go apart, with my feet together on the pole I was in absolute wonderland raising my legs up and down so that my knees would be up to me chest one minute and fully extended down the next, now and again I stopped and clenched my thighs around the pole wallowing to the fabulous feeling that climbing gave me. It went on and on getting higher and higher in my body. My eyes closed now I could see Toms vivid cock in my mind but now it was an amazing ten or twelve inches and as thick as a pole the end red and pulsing like a flashing light. Sure enough this did the trick my vulva now completely exposed to the pole as my love button rubbed against steel the sparks started to fly oh god I felt my self say as my climax came my open vulva gushed and squirted a stream of love juice against the pole and over my thighs. I could clearly here the splash of liquid on the boards below me as I was now hanging on my legs shaking out of control my thighs shimmying at the same time. Best ever and worth waiting for.
The building site took climbing to a new level and allowed my hobby to develop further, the only problem was that as the houses got built I found myself further from home playing on those wonderful poles. Still the dog never had so much exercise and I’m sure my husband must have realised something was different but he never said anything, while i loved him deeply I just could not imagine him as a climber and that was that. For the next six months my climbing would continue that I never got caught was amazing because there would always be that vulnerable moment when I would just close my eyes and held on for dear life to the feeling which lasted minutes. That nobody ever came by or saw me seemed to spur me on to increase the risk, I was becoming an exhibitionist for certain. There was one time I interrupted two young boys a bit older than mine playing and swinging on the bars, one of the boys with blond hair was certainly a climber while the other clearly not. I watched them from one of the half built houses, While they played and talked, the blond haired lad gradually contrived a climbing race which was won by his friend but the real winner was the funny feeling as he pretended to be stuck half way up one of the poles. It certainly turned me on and the dog got an extra long walk that day. Being able to disguise exactly what your doing when climbing is a lot easier the younger you are. There has to be something strange about a woman half way up a scaffold pole, being naked of course makes it more obvious as will having a squirting orgasm. My husband was the first and only man to make me squirt, he did this purely by massaging my g sport which for me is at the top about half an inch or so inside my vagina. It’s a feeling all on its own but I had learned that once aroused my open vulva would virtually expose my g spot to the pole when my knees are in the fully up position. At least I had learned that it certainly felt like this. Dropping my knees alongside the pole would bring my love button into play to rub against the pole and by alternating this movement it would bring on a climax. So my climbing strategy after locating my ideal site would be to climb normally until clear of the ground then by raising your legs along the pole in a shimmying motion while taking all your wait with your hands the feeling would soon start. Getting off and starting again would slowly raise the tempo I had worked out that by changing my motion at this point I could climax generally within a very short time but by continuing with the climbing it raised the funny feeling sensation over and over again, finally when the feeling is a constant hum in the back of my vagina if I move into climax mode the results are sensational. Climax mode is simple by splaying my knees either side if the pole with my feet together and legs extended you would pull up your Knees to reach your chest and then grip the pole with your feet pulling your body up would bring my Pusey into contact with the pole with one motion and dropping by feet would cause my clit to rub against the pole with the other. By not actually moving your upper body you are creating essentially a humping movement on the pole. Doing this naked was of course a high risk practise so I found out purely by trial and error ways of reducing the chance of being caught. The best and most successful is of course in my leggings without underwear, they are absolutely perfect for walking the dog, however one day my favourite grey pair got me into trouble with my young daughter. I had been on one of my longer walks and had arrived home just before my mum dropped the kids off from school. My little girl gave me a quick hug as she walked by me to her room she said yes mummy I need to go to wee too, and disappeared into the down stairs loo. Instinctively I looked at my crotch which showed a large wet area around my Pusey almost certainly caused by squirting on a pole. I had just not thought and to be honest if I had known about the wet patch walking back I’m not sure if I would ever of been able to walk home. Needless to say it was only black leggings after that. Unfortunately the building site would not last for ever and the day the scaffolding company took away the last load of poles was a bleak one for me. I wanted to get them to let me have one of the long ones for our garden but try as hard as I could there was absolutely no reason to have a 20 foot pole in your garden especially pointing upwards. Having been treated to 6 months of continuous climbing led to withdrawal symptoms. It wasn’t frustration because I always had my husbands private pole but the funny feeling could not be achieved here and my desire got me into trouble once or twice. The opportunities to climb had become severely limited and it had been weeks since my last episode. I had been aware of a the lamp posts they had put up on the new estate. The base was at least 10 inches in diameter which was far to thick but after six foot they reduced to a very acceptable four inches and would almost certainly do the trick. Problem was they were in the street, I had looked longingly at them and on occasions thought about a quick climb, but the funny feeling always needed an extended period of climbing to be worthwhile. I had been forced to have another go at the door, it came about by watching a short video of a girl caught door humping by a CCTV camera. I found it fascinating that at her place of work this girl fully clothed would clamber up and down the side of an open door to get the feeling, it really turned me on and I sort out the best door in the house. This time I got one of my husbands screwdrivers and removed the handle so as not to endanger myself. A pillow on the top for my arms and having stripped from the waist down I mounted it knees either side and started climbing. Things went well to start with and I was soon away with the fairies as the feelings took control but every time I tried to bring my puss into action against the door it just would not work, I had visions of getting splinters in my lips and and finally completely exhausted from trying gave up. Sliding down the door I laid back and wanked my Pusey to a standstill with my legs either side of the door I came with a shuddering climax. I was so tired I fell asleep where I was only to awake to the sound of the door as my husband came in. I rushed to the bath room to recover my composure and my leggings but explaining what the door handle was doing on the floor proved tricky.
I could not get the lamp posts out of my mind and I would have to climb one, they looked so sexy and I needed that steel pole between my legs now. It was becoming more and more frustrating. There was one pole that illuminated a bend in a footpath that went between our road and the playing field. The pole was central along the path with 50 meters either side to the road or the field. On either side of the path was fences to either gardens or garages. It looked so appetising I had already had a climb but there was no way I could risk being caught here. Then one day a miracle happened the light went out. Not being illuminated changed the entire perspective of the footpath and in the dark it became perfect. Nobody could see you if you were climbing as from either end of the path it was just complete darkness. The following night it rained, but my chance soon came and I dressed accordingly to walk the dog the following night. I walked straight to the footpath and checked from both ends that you could not see the pole, while the dog amused its self in the playing field I skipped virtually ran to the lamp post and threw my arms around it. I pulled up my leggings as high as they would go and raised my tee shirt so my nipples would come into contact with the pole. I had taken off my coat and left it hanging on a fence post before throwing myself against the green painted finish of the lamp post. Climbing the thicker base was harder than I expected and I struggled to get to the four inch pole, but I was soon there and the funny feeling was by now fully engaged, I had been at if for some minutes eagerly watching either side for any problems my plan being if anybody came to get down as quickly as possible and head off in the opposite direction. All was going really well I had been climbing up and down for some 15 minutes and the feeling was really strong an orgasm was inevitable and I was deliberately extending my time on the post teasing myself by stopping every time I got close. The funny feeling was at its best throbbing in my Pusey and welling up in my thighs and bum. When I just could not resist it any more I came dropping my guard and giving in to a wonderful orgasm that released a warm glow through my body. As luck would have it something about the glow made me feel as if I had suddenly become visible even in the dark and I looked up just as a man turned into the path on the road side. I slid down the pole my orgasm still flushing through by body and ran to the field to find the dog. Who was sniffing around at the entrance I put my hand in my pocket for his lead but that was in my coat which was on the post and I had left it behind. Shit I thought. Fortunately the man missed my coat and I retrieved it on the way back.
I would try the lamp post again on a number of occasions but it was very risky and naked climbing was completely out of the question, with opportunities limited I would be forced to take risks and I really became quite desperate. Climbing had always given me exactly what I needed it allowed me to become real person somebody that was for filled. Sex just did not do that for me and I knew this deep seated fetish would rule my life in years to come. In the playing field was a set of football goalposts while the pole was the right size the right angle at the top was next to useless. If you held on to this side it took your Pusey away from the pole so you really had to climb from the other direction, if you could get your tummy to above the bar and lay on the crossbar it would allow for an amazing feeling but as my privates would be in touch all the time in this position it was almost impossible to stop from moving from the funny feeling to orgasm. I had of course worked out that I could control the funny feeling but there was no way I could stop a climax.
Climbing was always in the back of my mind none more so than in 2003 when we moved house due to my husbands work. Being relocated cost us very little and we had our choice of four bed roomed homes to look at. The absolute worst of the bunch was a 1950’s style detached property which was in desperate need of a complete makeover. I can remember having very little interest in what was a truly a grotty house until I looked upstairs. I walked in to the master bedroom and saw to my complete joy directly the other side of the boundary fence was a climbing frame. We’ll that was it for me and we moved in within a month. To start with the place was full of tradesmen, of all shapes and sizes but soon enough they had the place looking like new. All the time I would think about that climbing frame, and day dream about its beautiful steel poles. I had not climbed anything for a year which was the longest downtime of my life. It had made me feel old and as if my sex life was over. I had lost my libidos but being in this house was already bringing it back. The school that was just the other side of our fence was in recess when we moved in late summer, and I was not ready for what would happen when the kids returned. But soon enough they did and playtime would become my favourite time of the day. I would watch from my bedroom the climbers and felt for each of them. There was of course several boys and girls aged 7 to 11 each of them with there particular style I would watch them almost sharing there funny feelings. Out of a school of about 200 kids there was probably 4 or 5 which helped me understand that my affliction was not shared by the entire human race, but I loved watching them because they climbed without fear of being caught each discovering the capability of there young body’s. On one occasion I overheard a conversation between two girls from the other side of the fence. There was a small hole in our fence that I could watch from which had got me there, and listening in to the girls talking about the tingly feeling between their legs was music to my ears. I was drawn to touching my clit which I realised was soaked just by listening to the conversation of two eight year old girls. I returned to my bedroom to change and could now see now both girls on the poles above the fence. Watching them wearing just my top and playing with my wonderfully wet Pusey lips was getting me off big time, a climax was inevitable as I just stood at the window knowing even if they could see me they would not see anything untoward. A standing orgasm is good next to a pole and I was about to experience one from twenty yards the girls now up near the top were talking to each other but I was to far away to here what they where saying. Next the playground bell let out a shrill ring and both the girls made rather hurried shimmying motions on there poles before sliding down and out of view. They came back in to view as they walked hand in hand across the playground having just shared one of the most intimate moments of there young lives. For me my hips had began to thrust and my hand dived between my lips to frig my g-spot as fast as I could. My muscles clenched in my bum and another glorious climax went through my body as I squirted all over a recently painted radiator.
Moving had rekindled my desire and life was good. I resisted climbing and was extremely careful when and how, but the opportunities would constantly present themselves and I no longer had to plan my efforts. I was frequently able to climb naked and I even got my husband to make a gate in the fence for easy access, on the understanding that it was easier for dog walking. Interestingly enough the dog that was now nearly ten died within the month. But the gate was there and I would use it when ever I needed. At this time I was probably climbing on average once or twice a month. Not as much as when I had the building site, which to be honest was almost once a day. But now I could wait for the right moment and the risk did not make it any better any longer.
In the summer of 2006 I was 33 and I experienced one of my landmark climbing episodes. I was aware of a young lad about 15 to 18 who would climb occasionally on the poles, his disguise would be exercise and he would run around the field before exercising quite vigorously around the poles doing all sorts of press ups and squat thrusts before climbing. Naturally it did not take me long to work him out and I began to study his movements from my bedroom while the house was empty. I had started to notice he had a favourite pair of blue silky shorts he would wear, and as he got towards the end of his exercising he would start to develop an erection. From twenty yards away it was only clear when he would turn side ways to me but it seemed to be the squat thrusts that would get it going, these would be followed by a race up the pole at which point I guessed he would get his orgasm before running home. His visits where sporadic but they would usually be last thing at night under the cover of darkness like all climbers do. One Friday night I was on my own and had already promised my self a late night climb when I saw him running without a shirt on in the field, it was getting dark and I guessed what he was planning. What I had not guessed was he planned to climb naked, he was not about to risk being seen and would wait until darkness before doing so. At first I could not understand because he would run for an hour and then exercise for twenty minutes before climbing. This time it was different and it was gone midnight before he slipped out of his shorts to climb the pole. I was naked in the bedroom the house was empty and I was preparing for some late night activity of my own when he finally started climbing. I had the sudden impulse to be as close as possible and grabbed my jeans and tee shirt as I skipped down stairs and in to the kitchen, only to realise I had picked up my denim jacket and not my jeans. I put the jacket round my shoulders and ran across the lawn in silence to the hole in the fence. To my absolute dismay I could not see my climber anywhere and dispite waiting for at least five minutes decided he was not coming back. Needless to say my dander was up and this was as good a time as any to make my planned climb. I opened the gate and made the short walk to the frame to my favourite pole, as any imminent danger would come from the open field I was facing this way when i dropped my jacket and started to climb God this was good and I took a another ten minutes to get to the point of no return the funny feeling raging in my abdomen and lower body, just as I was about to let myself cum I had the strangest feeling I was being watched. I stopped dead on the pole but of course my orgasm did not. Looking round I scanned the field but nobody was to be seen so I continued humping, just then I was aware of a movement down by the fence, peering into the dark I realised it was my climber and he was sat against the fence masturbating his erection with one hand and holding his shorts in the other. I had walked out of the gate and not even seen him. He had witnessed first hand my efforts on the pole while stroking his prick. I froze amidst my climax and realisation I had finally been caught stark naked having a climbing orgasm. With my eyes tight shut I just pretended he was not there and carried on. Amazingly when I did open them he had completely disappeared but I really did not wait to find out where he had gone to and ran picking up my jacket on the way to the safety of my bedroom. Overcome with the realisation of what had happened I got out my recently acquired vibrator given to me for my birthday by my husband and pulverised my Pusey with it. All the time with the vision of my climber stroking his erection looking at me.
So I had finally been caught, after 26 years of climbing I had shared a funny feeling with a complete stranger less than half my age. Up until then only Tom knew of my secret and now it was out. I tried to think of the consequences the boy who I had no idea of his name or where he lived would probably tell the world and I would wake up in the morning with a host of newspaper camera men poking there long lenses into my life. My husband my kids and friends and everybody would find out I had a climbing fetish and could never look anybody in the face again. Slowly my mind stopped racing away from me and in the days and weeks that followed I did not see the boy again. What a relief I thought, and gradually I rediscovered my self esteem. Eventually I turned the tables on this and it was at this time I realised I had probably become an exhibitionist. To be honest the episode with the boy was now asking questions of myself and I started looking for him everywhere I went. Sure enough one day in the spring he returned to the field running as he did before. I watched intently as he passed the climbing frame his eyes fixed on our gate until he was forced to look away for fear of running into one of the poles. This time he did not stop and just kept running but like me he was going over that in his mind the events of that dark night some six months back. Of course it was our secret, one we shared despite never even speaking to each other
Life after being caught would never be the same again. And my climbing diminished but did not dry up. Slowly but surely the desire returned and I began to realise my need to climb would be with me for the rest of my life, in my formative years it was followed by moments of intense lack of dignity and shame but these had now gone and had been replaced by a need for longer a more sustained feelings prior to total release from orgasm. The need to drive my self to the point of coming and then stop before doing it again and again purely served to increase the strength and ferocity of my climax. I would feel cheated if the quality was low and would look for knew and better methods of achieving my goal. I had become fascinated by the phenomena and tried to research exactly how and why it happened. It is clear that many of us happen to stumble on this at a young age and in a lot a cases masturbation would take over in later life. With males this is almost certainly the case but for some females things are different. Exercise induced orgasms in females is well known and climbing is certainly related, the ability to have a climax without touching your genitals by continuous exercise is well documented in women but the mental experience of those individuals is not. For me it became an act that I could not do without and just like masturbation it has to be done, you can’t ignore the drivers that bring it about. That I am ashamed of my hobby there is little doubt and that I was only ever able to talk about it to others when I was 12 has not helped. Sharing it now by writing about my experiences will I hope help others but I just can’t see people coming out saying yes I’m a climber all round the world. Add the two completely different subsets Exhibitionism and vouyuerism of which I am clearly both and you have a true fetish. That I can maintain a sex life along side my climbing fetish probably means I’m partly normal but that’s about as far as it goes. The truth is as hard as I have tried to suppress my desire for climbing, I can’t and the more I do it the harder it is to stop. It is simply the best feeling in the world.
In 2010 I had some serious health issues, which caused me to put on weight and become very obese. My sex drive virtually disappeared as did my need to climb, some six months prior and two months after the doctors identified the problem I did not even look at a pole and the extra weight I put on three stone made me feel awful. I had never really been able to embrace exercise, for some reason or another it just did not fit with me but dieting alone would not shift the extra weight on its own and I became a health freak. Slowly but surely my health returned and so did my desire the extra weight stopped me from climbing my upper body strength had diminished to such an extent I could no longer support my weight. I became determined to recover my fitness and at 37 it was not impossible. Little by little my health and body strength returned and I was soon back climbing on a regular basis. One of the driving features of climbing for me used to be complete exhaustion would almost certainly bring on the funny feeling, the more I climbed the more I realised it was the style I used that improved and generated that lovely feeling. My fitness would then allow me to extend that feeling over a prolonged period and by stopping and starting I was able to have feelings that may last up to 20 minutes long, which would be finished by a bone shuddering orgasm. Now I was back to square one having to rely on virtual exhaustion to get the feeling due entirely to being over weight. One of the things that drove me forward to regaining my physical fitness was of course I knew I would be rewarded with those 20 minute sessions once again. I even became quite competitive with my self and would try to last longer and longer. By 2009 I was back to my best pushing my feelings higher and higher became important I would deliberately count the number of times I would stop my self trying to beat my previous best. When I finally could last for longer than 20 minutes again I was delighted and felt I had really achieved something. I was back to under 10 stone in weight and a size ten dress.
It was in early 2011 that I found out about pole dancing, naturally as soon as it became a night club past time I was interested but it’s association with lap dancing was not something I should be taking any interest in. What I did not realise at first is that pole dancing required considerable body strength as well as unique movements which it soon became clear is more akin to exercise than sex clubs. Obviously it would attract me and it soon became the perfect solution to my climbing fetish. I had seen an advert in the local press for a pole dance club to start at the local Sports Hall and joined up with a mixture of trepidation and excitement to learn the basics. I’m not sure exactly how I managed to avoid the funny feeling in those early lessons but slowly I started to pick up the movements without obviously humping the pole. One of the good things was that as it was a legitimate practise I now had the perfect excuse to play on the poles at home. This was brilliant and at last I had the perfect solution I could climb and exercise without ever looking out of place. I no longer needed to hide and had absolutely every reason to have my hands on a pole and every opportunity to climb. Let me make this clear pole dancing and climbing movements are very different and to the untrained eye you probably would not notice the difference. The problem for me was that trying to dance without wanting to climb was virtually impossible and of course it was not going to happen during a class. What it would do is turn me on to such an extent I would be almost desperate for the funny feeling by the time the class was over, and would frequently finish a class wrapped around the pole in my favourite position. At home my husband and family would now ignore my exercise on the climbing frame and within a short time my husband agreed to put a pole up in the garden. As far as my climbing fetish was concerned now I was free to achieve regular feelings. The other good thing about the dance club was the dress, dancers would wear a variety of things but my favourite was a pink leotard similar to the one Madonna wore in the famous every little thing video. I also had a black one which I had adapted for home use it was split at the crotch with two poppers which I could easily undo to release my Pusey when I needed to be next to the pole. I remember the first time I achieved the funny feeling at the club. It was at the end of a long session and the feeling had been building in my tummy for the past ten minutes, I was desperate to keep my crotch away from the pole for fear of reaching the orgasm my body craved. I was in a state of high stimulus as the session ended and a climb or two away from a climax. Fortunately I soon learned that certain exercises were a bit to close for comfort and would avoid these when possible for example keeping the pole away from my genitals was a good way of avoiding a climax but completely useless as far as resisting the funny feeling, virtually any exercise with the pole between my legs involving leg raises would do the trick
I had been doing pole dancing for about three months before an opportunity to climax on a pole at the club presented its self. It all started as just another session when one of the other women (there were no men) on the course had an accident she had a fall (we all did at some time or another) but this was a dislocated shoulder and the session finished early when the instructor took her to hospital and asked me to lock up. I instantly saw an opportunity and agreed to return the keys after we had all showered and gone home. The trouble was getting the others to go home as well having pretended to practise alone and even then I was the last in the shower spending more than ten minutes longer than I normally would washing all those places again and again before I decided that the only way was to go with the other girls and then return to collect my bag that I had deliberately left behind. This finally gave me a chance, one that I was never going to miss. I re entered the hall and switched on the lights for the corridor, I decided not to put the hall lights on rather than to collect my bag and then walk out into the hall in darkness. With the lights on in the corridor I could easily see if any body came looking for me and I had my bag with me as an excuse. Just to be sure I locked the door from the inside and picked my way across the hall to the rest area on the far side. Making absolutely certain that I was not going to be disturbed and that absolutely nobody would see me from looking in I started to remove my shoes and clothing. Soon I was down to my underwear and in an instant this was gone as well as I tiptoed across the open hall to the poles. It’s difficult to explain the exhilaration that total nudity in a place you are always clothed can bring about. Add this to being naked with a pole and you are part of the way to feeling what was going on in my head. My eyes soon got used to the dark and my body was trembling with anticipation. I was completely nude, not even a shoe as I selected a pole in the darkest area of the hall. I looked to my right and there was my reflection in the long mirrors used mainly by the ballet dancers now I could clearly see my naked body my shaven mound and my 34 inch breasts with upturned nipples. You know I loved being naked and I loved looking at my self like this. Moving to my pole I swiftly engaged it and leaped to meet it with my entire body the steel was not cold but the chrome surface slid beautifully through my thighs like some immense penis that was a about to penetrate me. I moved rhythmically on the pole to a height of half way to the ceiling, feet close together acting as a break against sliding back down. As I raised my legs for the seventh or eight time the tell tale signs started to flutter in my tummy and an urgency for more developed in my mind. My height was perfect so I stopped moving upwards taking my entire weight on my hands and locking my arms around the pole to act as brakes. Now the good bit would start arching my back and lifting my knees holding the pole between them then dropping them i repeated the motion all over again as the funny feeling started to build inside me. Time after time I repeated the same action until I would drop to the floor to gain my breath. On the floor the feeling would go but as soon I leaped back on the pole it would be straight back with the same intensity. Now a repeat of the same motion would raise the bar so to speak and soon I was as high as I could go, the gap now between climbing and being on the floor was negligible but I could not resist touching myself and rubbing my Pusey to be certain that my body was ready. At this point I realised something I had known for years but never given any thought to, that is I have a inclination to shut my eyes in the dark. It’s a kind of acceptance of the situation rather than strain my eyes to see. What of course I had been missing was my reflection in the mirrors and I now choose to watch my self attain the funny feeling naked on the very poles I had longed for since I had joined the club. I’m not sure for how long I climbed but my body was now in seventh heaven pulsating in the glory of the most amazing sensation I had ever known, and the next time I climbed I would push it over the top. Having once again attained my ideal height this time I held on a fraction longer so I could be sure the feeling would not go higher, locking my arms and relaxing my legs I splayed my knees outwards as far as they would go keeping the soles of my feet against the pole I slowly raised my knees up towards my chest and as high as they would go slowly my feet fell away from the pole and with nothing now to prevent it my crotch came firmly up against the pole, with being in a state of complete arousal my vulva fully open and exposed the pole slipped beautifully between and through my crack and teased the cheeks of my bum. I shuddered with the feeling and quickly dropped my Pusey down and as my legs straightened my pelvis rubbed firmly against the pole as my clit throbbed with stimulation. I knew that three maybe four of these would do the trick so I slowed down holding on and reaching for every little sensation I could gather. I watched myself intently repeat the motion two more times before it hit me like a sledgehammer the most amazing orgasm of all time, I clung on for dear life as the pulses of pure gold rushed through my body all pointing to wards my vagina as my muscles contracted I squirted up and across the hall a wonderful stream splashed down over the floor mats. I could see my legs akimbo and my feet splayed apart from the pole I was hanging thrusting now at the pole with my bum cheeks clenched. Finally I slid to the ground and sat there legs apart my genitals exposed and throbbing for all the world to see. I’m not really sure how long I sat there but even when I was able to stand I could not in any way considered putting on my panties or having anything touch my Pusey. I knew if I did it would just start all over again and I also knew a second climax was totally out of the question. I stuffed my clothes in my bag wrapped a scarf around my neck and walked home completely naked wearing nothing but my coat that just about covered my bum. The cool air on my Pusey was quite sobering and when I reached a secluded area near my road I slipped on my panties and leggings just In case my husbands hands started wandering when I walked in.
Happy Days and there were lots more on the horizon.
While there were only a few opportunities like this I benefited now from climbing at home. The security of my garden pole and knowing I could exercise naked or with virtually no clothes on brought about some interesting situations. I was climbing one night when my husband caught me, I was absolutely certain he had no idea I could climax on the pole but being naked surprised him. Obviously it surprised me to but I already had an answer and when I told him because I had practised the moment so many times just in case, it sounded completely convincing. I basically told him I was waiting for him and I wanted him to make love to me on the pole. This actually sounded stupid, as it was impossible for him to penetrate me with a steel pole between my legs but I had not accounted for one of my husbands favourite past times. He absolutely loved my bum and adored annal sex. While we did nothing that night the seed had been sown and he was determined to have me on the pole. By the weekend he had a plan and with the kids on sleepover, tonight would be the night. I always new when I was going to get a good seeing to because the wine would flow and the music play before he would become beautifully attentive. But this time it was different after removing my little black dress I was left with my regulation stockings and crotchless nickers and peekaboo bra. My husband always bought my underwear and anything else to do with sex in my life for that matter. I was enjoying the attention but things got really interesting when he suggested why don’t we get on the pole. Of course I agreed and within a flash it was between us. Naturally he had seen me exercise on it and wanted me to do a dance for him. He pulled up one of the garden chairs a sat down waiting for me to perform. I produced one or two exercises that I new would not excite me until he asked me to invert at head height. This was a fairly easy exercise and required me to straddle the pole with both legs upside down with my bum at head height. He clearly had a idea and once in position he proceeded to lick my bum and Pusey or get as close as he could because the pole was in the way. Now he was very good at this but I could not stay inverted for ever and soon I had to come down. But this had made me wet and his hands soon were it teasing my lips and Pusey. He then wanted me against the pole while his penis which was fully erect by now was between my legs, as I had told him before there were very few exercises where he could penetrate me while I was on the pole. Finally he came out with it well perhaps we could do annal. We tried with my feet on the ground and he penetrated me but then I got a idea, I told him to bring the chair over and stand on it, I pulled my self up on the pole and formed a classic vulva pole contact position with my ass fully exposed as my knees splayed out. In an instant I felt the funny feeling start to build but, just as I was thinking about getting down and starting again he was behind me stood on the chair penis wedged between my cheeks a sharpe thrust and my little anus was penetrated. Not for the first time I would add but it was a part of me that was only ever on offer to my hubby. While the funny feeling was there it was not the same and I have to say it was his thrusting that caused my pelvis to engage the pole rubbing my clit to a happy climax, just before he fell of the chair. Fortunately nobody was hurt but it could have been a disaster, what I did realise was that hubby was more than happy for me to dance for him which clearly turned him on, I could with out him knowing get the funny feeling but it had to end with him penetrating me and me usually faking orgasm, as I needed much more pole time. All women fake orgasm it’s nothing against men but they can be very demanding when your not in the mood. On a pole it’s really hard to prevent my self from having a climax unless I stop completely. The longer the exercise goes on for the closer to orgasm I get. Trying to hide an orgasm I find really hard, for me the final involuntary movements are a give away and I have watched others on the pole often wondering if they are close or for that matter have they just come. There was a woman in our group who I became interested in, I takes one to recognise another and I think we both know each other’s secret. We have never talked about it, but I have watched her movement and I know she is constantly stopping her self by introducing a non contact exercise before returning to a climbing one. She will do this over and over again finally only stopping when a climax is inevitable she will just leave the class with a must go now I have to get home. Exactly what happens at home I can only guess but I can’t stop watching her.
Watching children climb is very pleasant it’s there complete innocence to what happens to their bodies that interest me most, the two girls on the climbing frame is a classic example, and there need to hold hands after demonstrates a inner feeling that can’t really be explained. My kids are not immune to this. My girl is a climber just like her Mum while here brother is probably not. I have watched her a number of times but once stands out more than most. My husband is a supporter of our local football club and at the weekends we would go and watch them play. The pitch had a permanent boundary of poles about three feet high with laterals around the entire playing surface. The poles supported the laterals at 12 to 16 feet centres with three foot uprights teed on to the lateral and placed directly in the ground. On one occasion my eight year old daughter who was not a great lover of football got her self into the perfect climbing position with her waist above the tee and her legs climbing the upright. At first as I watched it was not fully engaged but gradually her facial expression changed as she attained her goal. She lasted some time and there was a certain feeling of pride in me when she finally dismounted. She came and stood by me her hands between her legs I whispered in her ear “nice feeling” to which she nodded and put her arm around by leg and hugged me. From that point on I have never said a thing about climbing to her, she remains a free spirit.
It was a natural progression to become an instructor, and now I run my own classes. At 41 I am extremely happy and I have every thing in life that I need. Lovely family great husband and a fetish that I can now make money out of, it’s a bit like being paid to eat ice cream. Everyday of my life I am aware of my fetish, you tend to see your self in stranger and stranger circumstances. We live close to a motorway and at the junction that feeds it is some kind of radio mast located on the central reservation. Everyday I pass it I look longingly trying to think of a way I could climb that pole. It just looks so good.
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