From age 5 to 17 I spent two weeks every summer at a different camp ground with my parents. When I was thirteen we stayed at a camp ground in Maine. I showered at night while most people were sitting around their fire pits. I liked showering at night because of the privacy with no one else using the showers at that time.

After a few days at the camp ground, I noticed a group of older boys looking at me and whispering and laughing. I wasn't sure what was going on but they made me feel self-conscious.

A few nights later I figured out what was going on. The stall I'd been showing in had a peep hole in it and the boys had been spying on me. I had noticed the hole before but didn't think anything of it. This night I heard a bump and tried to peek out and noticed someone looking in. I turned around and finished my shower and when I left the bath house the boys were standing just a little ways off watching me and laughing.

The next day I went behind the bath house and found the hole. It was just about at my eye level. I peeked through and could see the inside of the shower stall I had been using. During the day it would be easy to get caught peeping but not at night. At night there's really no view behind the building unless you go back there.

At first I was upset. I was just reaching puberty and self-conscious about my new breasts and pubic hair which was just sprouting which was why I was seeking privacy in the first place. Even worse I had been masturbating during my showers and the boys had been watching me. At that age I was constantly boy crazy and horny and I'd accidentally discovered what happens when I rubbed myself just the right way. And then I went about rubbing myself that way pretty much every chance I got.

Well, I spent that day being angry, embarrassed and horny. I didn't know any of these boys back home so I wasn't worried about that. After awhile I started enjoying the idea of being watched by older boys who must have thought I was attractive. That night when I went to take my shower, I was going to shower in a different stall but I ended up in the same one. I nervously started washing up, picturing the boys taking turns looking at me. I started getting into it, knowing that they didn't know that I knew I started pushing it. I boldly made sure my pussy was right in front of the peep hole and finally, being incredibly worked up, I leaned back against the stall wall giving them a full view and played with myself until I came knowing that the boys were most likely taking turns watching me. I spent more time than usual at it, fingering myself, spreading myself and slowly letting it build up. It was thrilled giving these guys a show. Afterward I walked back to my camp ground ignoring the group of five or six boys who were again staring at me but this time they were quiet.

So it went the rest of our stay. I would shower and masturbate every night and the boys would get to watch. A few of the boys started talking with me and asked me to make out but they were all too old for me. The boys my own age seemed to know what was going on. They took to staring at me too. A couple days before we went home an older girl sat next to me on the dock and told me that the boys had been watching me. She said she was leaving and wanted me to know. I still did it my last two nights anyway.