Before I discovered WPW magazines at the local drugstore, the bookstore in the shopping mall carried a few bodybuilding books on the same shelf as the rest of the sports related books, so it wasn't difficult to sneak a peek or browse through one a bit under the guise of checking out the books on ice hockey or whatever. They were probably Ironman or Weider publications, not that I was reading any of the cover or text, and most of the photos were of men, but there always seemed to be a lone photo, often a mixed pair (back when that was a thing) with a woman bodybuilder posing in a bikini, hard, tanned and pumped in all her glory. Even a split second glimpse was enough to etch the image in my mind and make my precociously pubescent mind explode with a rush of blood to both of my heads.
I'd do the same thing at the local drugstore while my mother was buying whatever or filling a prescription, who knows. That's when I discovered Joe Weider's Muscle & Fitness, Flex, Ironman, Musclemag and Muscular Development magazines and there'd occasionally be a female of some level of development on the front of at least one of them. Unfortunately, most of these publications were dominated by photos of men, so unless there was a feature on women (like the issue of Flex with the nude but not revealing photos of Lenda Murray, Debbie Muggli and Laura Creavelle I think?) it was hard to justify spending money on the issue for a few photos of women. That, and with so many pages of ads, an single issue was easily 3/8-1/2 thick. Not so easy to shove down my pants for the 4 mile bike ride home, walk in the house and scurry to my bedroom to hide it.
Then one day in 1992 I discovered WPW for the first time and thought Woah! What is this now? The whole magazine was only women? Now THIS was AWESOME! Shut up and take my money! It was also easy to transport home and also to hide, being much thinner than other magazines. I soon learned when to expect the next issue, which at the time was published every two months, before slowing down to quarterly. I collected nearly every issue from that point on until about 2002 when I simply couldn't find the issues on newsstands or magazine racks any more.
I brought that growing collection with me off to university and professional school, partly for obvious reasons of enjoyment, partly to hide them. I feared my mom cleaning out my room one day while away at school and getting a phone call of inquisition from both my parents. I eventually discarded the entire collection in late 2004 before finishing school and getting married. My fiancee knew about my fetish, wasn't really accepting or comfortable with it, and it wasn't going to serve me much trying to bringing my unique stash of porn into our newlywed home. I reasoned that with the internet, there was abundant access to material and I could finally part with these.
I enjoy stumbling upon scans of those issues uploaded online from time to time for a stroll down self-pleasuring memory lane.