Being a teenager in the 1980s in Britain, mmmh, those were desperate times. The lingerie sections of the big mail-order catalogues my mother used to get... You could see the odd bit of nipple through some of the sexier stuff. There was a programme on TV about holidays, called (imaginatively) "Holiday" where they sometimes features package tours to beach-orientated locations and when the camera panned over the beach and you could see the occasional pair of topless titties. I first hit real paydirt when I found a brochure for holidays in the former Yugoslavia, which had a section on the nudist resorts which were popular there, complete with photos (which is probably what gave me a life-long fetish for mature women with bushy bushes). The first thing approaching an actual film was "The Blue Lagoon", which by some miracle was a) allowed on British TV (all 3 channels of it) and b) I somehow managed to watch. I was evidently so impressed by it that I sneakily tried to record a later re-broadcast on the new-fangled VHS recorder we got, but failed due to messing the times up. By 15 or 16 I managed to find ways of getting hold of actual porno magazines, and the rest, as they say, is history.