I have been with my girlfriend for eight years and our sex life together is out of this world! It was great from Day One and has got even better through time. We love each other very much. When we first became lovers, there were the usual insecurities and jealousies but once we felt confident that our love was mutual, we really started to open up to new possibilities of filth.

Gradually, I became more interested in sharing her gorgeous body with other men and she also said that she liked me to sleep around as long as I didn't fall in love. We didn't see any reason to deny each other sexual pleasure by banning outside fun and all the better if we could gain pleasure from the other's adventures. This was a strange thing to get to grips with initially. When I fantasised about other men fucking her, I felt a bit jealous but also incredibly horny. I would think about it as we screwed and get very turned on. If she said anything about getting fucked by other guys, it would drive me wild and I would come very quickly.

I have a fetish for upskirt views. She has amazing legs and a beautiful hairy pussy. Seeing up a skirt or dress to those panties over her tight c*nt really does it for me, and I enjoyed it many times and occasionally took photos. I then of course started to fantasise about other men seeing her panties up her skirt. After discussing it, we decided that a first foray into sharing would be to let other men see up her skirt and then think about whether we had really enjoyed it. Here's what happened when we carried out our plan the first time, which went even better than expected.

The evening was warm enough for her to wear a short skirt. It wasn't the shortest she had but it was tight and we had found this was the best one for giving upskirt views when she opened her legs as there was no excess material that could fall into the line of vision. I chose what panties she should wear, some that I knew other men would like.

We decided to go to a jazz bar. She had visited it before and found it to be frequented mainly by older men. The experience had made her pussy a bit wet. I liked the idea of it being older men who would be seeing up her skirt and we both liked jazz music so there we went. Upon entering, we first had to look for seats that were in a good position. A quick scan around the room showed that there were indeed plenty of middle aged and older guys there, just as we hoped. And we saw some free seats against a wall in a secluded corner of the bar. We took them and then I went and ordered us both a stiff drink. We wanted to feel a bit drunk and sl*tty.

While downing the beers, we were very pleased when two older guys came into our little corner and sat opposite. One had a white beard and was bald. The other had white hair so they were both considerably older than us. Perfect. We saw this was our chance. It was what I had fantasised about many times and I started to get excited at the prospect straight away. I had butterflies in my stomach. My girlfriend is very beautiful so naturally men (and women) look at her. She didn't have to work too hard to get attention from the old men opposite. She laughed a little, we talked, and she acted a little flirty. That succeeded easily and the two men, as they talked to each other, started to send glances her way. They saw her sexy knees exposed so registered immediately that she was wearing a short skirt. As I'd hoped, they were old perverts and perfect for what we wanted.

Quietly, I asked whether she was ready to open her legs a little. With the first drink almost gone, she said she was and her pussy was starting to tingle. As we continued to chat, and act natural, I saw that her legs now widened and the cloth of her skirt stretched tight across her legs. Having practiced at home, I knew that if the guys opposite looked in the right place, they would get a beautiful view.

Within only a few seconds I saw that they had noticed. First one guy took a glance and then there was literally a double take. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that his gaze came back for a longer look. And then it was only a matter of time before his friend realised where to look. While my girlfriend and I chatted, I got the distinct sense that under their breaths, they were already talking to each other about what they could see.

And having chosen the panties, and tested the view earlier, I knew exactly what they were looking at. At the top of her luscious long legs, they saw her white panties standing out against her dark, naturally tanned skin. The panties had a see-through floral-design panel above the clit. Through this, they could make out her black hairy pussy. An occasional pubic hair would emerge from the side of the panty.

She sat with her legs apart for some time, allowing the men to feast their eyes on the delightful scene and they became increasingly bold. They saw that she glanced their way from time to time. They realised that she knew they were looking. And by keeping her legs apart, she was giving them permission to enjoy the upskirt. Jazz music continued to be played in the bar so with hushed tones, we could talk about what was happening. She told me her pussy was getting very wet, to the point where it might be showing through the panty gusset. At this, my cock became rock hard and my own pants were wet and sticky.

Becoming bolder, she moved her ass forward on the seat, sitting lower but exposing more of the view to our two appreciative friends. And they showed their pleasure by both also adjusting their positions. She mentioned to me that she could see they both had erections in the fronts of their trousers. My mouth was starting to water with the excitement. I felt so horny! Getting very confident now, she looked directly at the two gentlemen and smiled. She has such a cheeky smile and I could see that they were both ready to come in their pants.

I thought it a good idea if I made a strategic exit and give them a little time alone so I got up to leave for the bar. I walked close to the guys and gave them a smile. I then looked back at my gorgeous darling and got an eyeful of what they'd been enjoying. The white panties were in full view and a wet patch was clearly visible in the gusset. It was amazing. It wasn't easy walking through the bar with a hard cock, which I did my best to cover up.

When I returned with our drinks a few minutes later, I shouldn't have been surprised to find that the two perverts were now sat on either side of her, chatting and laughing. Rather than break anything up, I handed her drink over and went and sat in the seat opposite, which they had formerly occupied. This allowed me to enjoy the upskirt view but also the sight of her entertaining two much older men. They looked like perverts sexually harassing her but I also had the sense that she knew what she was getting into and was enjoying it.

She took a look around at the rest of the bar. There was some privacy for us in our corner, though not total. Anyone could come along at any time. But seeing the coast relatively clear, she then did the most cheeky thing. She put a hand on each of their groins and felt for the hard cocks. I could see the look of pleasure on their faces but they also laughed about it with her. She found their big hard cocks and rubbed them through their trousers, one with the left hand, one with the right. I moved in my own seat and my big hard cock was fit burst out of my trousers and shoot cum everywhere. I was enjoying it so much.

The boldest of the two, the bearded guy, then put his hand right up her skirt, pushing it even higher up her legs, and rubbed his hand over the front of her panties. She resisted at first but soon succumbed. His insistent finger probed inward over the gusset, pushing the wet material deeper into her delicious hairy c*nt. His hand moved in a circular motion and I could see how much she was enjoying it. I already knew that she loved being wanked through her panties and I wondered if she was about to come.

At that point, some other people started moving towards our corner, looking for somewhere to sit, and I stood up to alert my little party. With each guy having his big cock rubbed, and her having her pussy touched, they weren't going to notice any intruders so I saved them further attention. Sensing that the moment had passed, and that it was probably as far as we wanted to go in our first experiment in sharing, I suggested it was time for us to head home. I thanked the two guys and said that we'd maybe see them again another time.

We practically ran home, giggling at what we'd just done. When we got back, we fucked straight away. Her pussy was gloriously messed up and sticky, as were her panties, and we both came very quickly. As I fucked her, and unloaded a huge creampie into her pussy, in my mind I was thinking of those two guys enjoying the upskirt, having their cocks massaged by her, and fingering her wet c*nt through her panties. This felt like the start of something big and indeed we did take things further after that. But the first experience of sharing remains one of our most memorable and exciting. We would encourage other couples to have a go.

Going through some old pictures last night of our pre-kids days, looking for something specific to show someone (about a car I had, nothing special).

I came across photos of my wife while we were out in about. Lo and behold, there were over a dozen pictures of her with clear shots of her panties up her skirt, and at the time neither of us noticed. And many of our friends and family had seen these pictures, and no one said anything at the time, either! They were taken 15 years ago or so, but still, it was a huge rush knowing so many people saw them!

No, I can't share them here because my wife has a few distinguishing feature [think: birthmark(s)] on her leg, and she is a well-known person in her academic field, so it's likely at least one person here might kinda-sorta-recognize her. The only downside of having a moderately-highish-profile wife. Sorry!

Wife
 

As upskirts are obviously few and far between at the moment I thought I would share one of my wife.
She has recently returned to her office work after the lockdown. I thought I would surprise her by cooking a bbq yesterday on her return.
She returned home from work and was excited that I had started the bbq. I told her to take a seat poured her a drink and didn’t really think much about it. As I was cooking I looked over at my wife and noticed I could see a small white triangle of her knickers! This was a shock as she usually wears black knickers under her dark skirts.
It instantly turned me on as my wife would never intentionally show her knickers and it got me fantasising if anybody else had seen that white triangle that day!

Hot story. Always makes one wonder what exactly happens in those relaxed moments when the Mrs was at work, out with colleagues / clients for drinks and dinner, etc. - at least in the old, pre-virus days. You have to assume incidents like you describe happen, and in some cases, maybe happen a whole lot more than she would be willing to admit at home... much to the enjoyment of those nearby. :D:eek::)

So many upskirts in one day yesterday. Restrictions are lifting here, and people are going out in droves.

At a park with my kid yesterday, talking with another one of the moms: We kept our distance, meaning we were not sitting on benches. Watching her trying to not show her panties for a few hours...I saw her white panties 100 times or more up her knee-length cotton dress. She was spending so much time struggling that I really wanted to say, "Don't worry about it. I have seen them dozens of times already. It's fine." (I actually HAVE said that to a woman before in a similar scenario with favorable results. I posted it about it somewhere here a few months ago.)

I was sitting on the ground to keep my distance, and the sidewalk was about 10 feet away and slightly uphill. I realized I could see up the skirts of pretty much anyone who walked by, being I was lower and not too far away. I am not typically an upskirt person, but it certainly did catch my attention that I was positioned perfectly 100% on accident.

One lady we didn't know in her late 40s came by and insisted that we listen to her yap on about her new dog. She had a workout skirt on, so I assumed it had built in shorts under it. Nope. She lifted her leg a dozen times to scratch her knee, and every time I saw her white panties perfectly.

These girls had hammocks set up, and there were two moms with them. The moms kept trying to get into the hammocks, legs spread wide and panties on display several times. They tried hard to not flash their panties, but that lasted a moment then they clearly didn't care because the determination of the challenge of getting into the hammocks far outweighed their desire for modesty. Both were wearing white. (Reminds me of how competitive my wife will get to the point where nothing will bother her in order to win.)

The most interesting thing? Of the 10+ women I saw up their skirts in one day, in just a few hours, ALL of them where bright white!

I truly am not an upskirt person, but even I have to admit it was an interesting evening!!

my golf up skirt
 

A couple years age we were on vacation in Florida and decided to go golfing but it was a bit cool. Ms P decided to wear pantyhose and no underwear because of the cool morning. When we arrived we discovered we were paired up with two retiree's and they were very chatty with Ms P. Ms P wore a very short golf skirt which was difficult to keep down needless to say the guys were fixated on her every move lol. I could hear them talking giggling " did you see she has no underwear" I passed that info to her. Ms P in time gave the boys a good look and eventually left her skirt up gave her shaved pussy was totally exposed. The guys were very coy just smiled as she had conversations I was able to snap a few pics. By the way her flashing as a cleaning lady my start up I hope and if it does will post stories and pics.

On way
 

I am currently on my way to my local park where there will be loads of women wearing short skirts and dresses on this wonderful day!!
Anybody like to have a guess how many knickers I will see?!

Hmmmm... I'll guess 4 pairs. I predict 2 black, 1 white and 1 blue. Fair guess? Proud of ya mate!

I met a girl at work about 15 years ago that became one of my best friends. We were both married, but we'd hang out after work on occasion. We were not a couple, never had an affair but we were very close. She had a really bad day one day, so we went to a little park after work. It was raining, so we stayed in the car talking. She was really cute, I did have a crush on her, and her choice of clothing often lacked in modesty, close to borderline for where we worked. On this day she had a loose peasant shirt, and a short blue linen skirt. She asked me for a massage, to which I agreed. During much of it I could see far down her shirt, although her bra covered her well. At one point during the massage she asked if I could do her feet. I said yes, and she slid her legs over and I got a brief flash. She was not wearing panties. It was only a brief glace, because she put her hand over her skirt to keep it down. She leaned back against her door, hand still resting on her skirt, and closed her eyes. She dozed a little while I worked until I was ready for the next leg, and she adjusted herself to allow me better access to that leg, still with her hand on the skirt. Like the other leg I worked the foot very well and then moved up the leg, stopping mid thigh. When I went up her leg she moved it just a bit to give me access to work the thigh. it was not an invitation to go higher, just to give me better access. Her hand was still on her skirt but now it was unknowingly granting me a view instead of withholding. For about 10 minutes I had the perfect upskirt. I knew she went without panties often, but I did not know she had a little piercing. And she appeared to be wet. When I finished that leg I patted her thigh and that about ended that. Never say that again, although I would see her bare butt and breasts once when she was trying on clothes at a store.

Upskirts will always be the #1 visual for me.... some quick, relatively tame ones:

At an old apartment--- a girl that lived in the same section but further down the breezeway; she happened to be a lesbian but HOT as hell, imo (she was the "girly" one; her partner was the masculine type)... she looked kinda similar to Tisha Campbell from that sitcom "Martin". I'd always take a look whenever noticing she was outside to take out the trash or just whatever because it was always worth a look--- anyway, one day she was taking out the trash and had a mid-thigh length denim skirt on with a dark blue top to match. I guess she figured no one was watching (haha) when she suddenly had to scratch "down there"...I happened to be looking as she put her right hand down to scratch...also pulling the skirt up a bit to do it..this naturally exposed more of her thighs and I caught a flash of her white panties...didn't see much more of it though. She only scratched for about 2 seconds then made sure her skirt was back down. This was all while she was walking back towards the building. Unfortunately this would be the only time I saw anything good like that from her.

Later at the Next Apartment!---
The next place I moved to was even better for views, since we had a very nice pool area, and there was a LOT of gorgeous women that lived in that complex. I often saw a lot of nice bikini bodies but some upskirts too...

I lived on a ground level unit, so there was the potential of the stairway leading up that I passed by each day. One day I noticed an Indian couple coming down as I was leaving. I slowed my pace a bit and sure enough the girl had a short skirt on. I happened to be directly under them for a moment as the 3 of us walked that same direction. The panties were very plain white/grey spotted "granny panties", but I love seeing that too. Her thighs and ass looked damn good. I still remember seeing that wonderful "cheek jiggle" as she made her way down the steps.

Another one was even more tame than that---just another girl that had her friends over; someone was getting married so I supposed it was time for their bachelorette festivities; this one was a letdown since I only caught a slight glimpse up one of them (dark blue skirt; black panties; legs were incredible though) as they went up the stairs.

-----------another quick one from the university days:
As part of the band, we had a meeting in the dorm room of one of the upperclassmen girls one night after practice. Well, she happened to be in a long nightgown; plain light pink cotton material; looked like an extremely long shirt (down to her shins, actually) When she got up from her position on a bed, I happened to be standing close by, and I saw right up that gown. Due to the length of the gown, I was not expecting to see anything, actually...but there it was right in my face for a brief moment...quick flash view right up her legs as she was getting up. She had some plain white panties on under there...that unexpected view up her thighs to the panties got me rock solid in no time.

I had a female best friend like this for a very long time. We were never a couple and never had an affair and I was never into her "like that", but we were very, very close and there were moments here and there that certainly got my heart rate up!

But in general my friend was even more careful around me than her other guy friends and husbands of her girl friends, which made me sort of sad and confused, but in the end I guess it doesn't matter. I only saw my friend's nips during a downblouse once, that is it. I did tell her what I saw and she said she didn't care (but she was even more careful after that).

She was so careful around me but not others. I remember one time I was going to help her get up from a lounge chair outside but she made me turn around to not see up her dress, and she called another guy over to help and I am sure he got a perfect view. And many other scenarios like that. (My wife thinks she had a huge crush on me and didn't know how to handle it, so she acted like this around me.)

Back in the late 80s, i was in highschool. We were at the beach, and this place had a beachside pool that had a bar, large open deck, which was a multi-tiered deck. In the later afternoon I would hang out a the pool. On this particular day I was at the pool sitting in one of the loungers. I was there later than usual because my parents were having dinner with another couple. By this time of day a lot of people had showered and changed to go out to dinner and whatever else. This was still that late afternoon time, and a lot of people coming to the beach for pictures after dinner.

On this particular afternoon the hotel brought in a steel drum band for pool deck entertainment, and the pool area got packed with people who were changing their plans. The bar was booming. Where I was seated was on a lower tier of the deck, and I a higher tier kind of blocking me from seeing the band well. That's fine, I could hear well enough. That upper tier did not have a rail, but it had built in seating. There was only one more person on my tier, an older lady, but everywhere else on the pool deck was full.

The tier above me was very full, it had the best view of the band and the ocean, plus easy access to the bar. There was a large group in the built in seating above me, it looked like two families that were there together. Two moms, two dads, a son who looked a little younger than me. and three girls. One of the girls looked like she was around my age, and the other two girls were a little older than me, which would put them college aged. About twenty minutes into the performance the three girls and their moms stood on their seats so they could get into the music unaware or uncaring of the added show I would receive.

The girl closest to my age was the most attractive of the lot, she was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, nothing revealing whatsoever. The moms and the older girls had on short flowing skirts and for probably the next 30 minutes I had a great show. All were wearing panties, none where wearing thongs, but it was beautiful! One of the girls had on skimpy black panties. The other college girl was a little thicker, she had on pink lace panties, but not at all see through. Both of the moms had on sheer panties. One of them had on yellow panties, that was completely sheer in the butt, you could not see any bush at my angle but you could watch her butt all day long. The other mom had white panties, hers were not nearly as sheer but you could still see her butt.

To make it even better, this was a time when women wore shirts that only came to mid stomach. One mom and two of the girls had these on. I never saw much on the thicker girl. The other girl had on a white bra. A few times it looked like she would break free! The mom with yellow panties had no bra on. Her shirt was loose enough that she must have given a lot of people a show through the night. She had big boobs, with huge areolas. It was a great show. I saw the lady on my level shake her head disapprovingly a few times, but she never said anything. Of course it was not like I was going out of my way to look up their dresses, I was just laying on my lounger. I think the girls got an idea that they were giving a show, but never did anything about it.

Also back in the 80s I was at Kmart to get shoes. The section where I was looking was at the end of the aisle, and women's section began behind me and also at an intersecting section. I was sitting on the floor trying on shoes. They had benches, but they were full where people left shoe boxes on them instead of putting them back (that's my story and I'm sticking to it).

A girl who was either Japanese or Chinese (this was in a very multi-ethnic area), pretty sure Japanese, was working her way down the intersecting aisle trying everything on. She was really attractive, but I've always had a thing for oriental...like just about every other person. I don't remember much about her top. She had on a short skirt, the kind that were layered.

When she got to where I was, she bent down to the middle shelf to pull out a box, and I got a brief flash. Not enough to see anything but to get my undivided attention. She then pulled the shoes, dropped them to the floor and bent over to try them on, taking her time to unstrap her shoes then put these on, strap them on. The girl had no panties on. Either this area was where everything she was most interested in was or she was teasing me, but she tried on multiple pairs of shoes right in front of me, as I was sitting on the floor. It was a beautiful thing! She was hairy, that dark asian fur, but not a thick overgrown bush. She had a puffy mound with a darker fleshtone, and just a nice coin slot. I can still remember it vividly.

At the park today. I was sitting in the park about 10m from some young girls about 18-20 years old. They were about to leave.

First one of the blonde girls took on a skirt, then took off her bikini bottoms from under the skirt and put on a G-string. Unfortunately she was facing another direction, so I saw nothing.

But then her brunette friend did the same, and she was facing my direction. I looked over, and the moment she was putting on the new panties, she lifted the skirt and I saw a full frontal for about 2 seconds. She was shaved, and had a nice slit.

They stayed for abour 10 minutes more. I loved checking her out, and she had no idea I just saw her pussy :D.

You should have chatted her up. :D

I was at the pool on friday, and there was a guy and his daughter sitting near me, their chairs were angled towards mine. The girl was stunning, but this is about her mom who came later. She shows up in a dress, I think she stopped by on her way home from work. She didn't have any swim gear, but sat in the lounger next to her daughter. When she sat down I got a big flash of light blue panties. They looked lacey, but I never saw through them. I could see that they were thongs.

I had the chance to go out to one of my favorite brew pubs this weekend. Because of the virus they are only offering outside seating and they have the tables set far apart. The first thing you notice is because they are farther apart you get a clear view of the table across from you.

I came in with some friends and we were seated at a table near the outside row. The outside row were they tall tables with tall chairs. We had been there about an hour and the place was filling up. The guy brought in two girls and gave them the tall table across from me. I quickly noticed the one girl had on a tight short skirt and a great body. The other girl was also very pretty, but she had on a longer full skirt so that when she stepped up onto the seat they skirt fell between her legs and you didn't see anything. The other girl turned away and tried several moves before she got on the chair. I saw a lot of her leg, but that was all. I felt it was worth keeping an eye on her.

I noticed she finished her beer and was messing with her pocketbook so I thought she was going to leave. The she turned with her legs pointed right at me. I quickly saw she was wearing light brown panties. Then she puts one foot on the ground while the other is still on the rung of the chair. I saw the full crotch of her panties and as she slid forward off the chair it showed a nice little camel toe. Just as she was about to put the other foot down she looked my way and saw me looking. She tried to put her hand down to block the view and she knew it was too late. Her face was so red when she walked by our table. She must have gone to the restroom and when she came back she smiled at me and I got another nice look as she sat down.

Later I did see a glimpse of the other girls white panties as she turned side ways and uncrossed her legs. I would have gone over and talked to them, but the place was strict you could only talk to people at your table. I had to leave before she got up again.

I was just sitting at a gas station you eating lunch when I look up across the street and see a big gal bending over putting something in her car. Her underwear bunched up and turned into a shoestring between shaved puffy p**** lips. Left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

I tried to get a picture but she stood back up and pulled her wedgie out of her cooter.

Her p**** look like Angelina Jolie trying to do a shoestring LOL.

Here is the best picture I got of it.

So, just to make sure I understand.

She bent down so far, with her panties wedged in, that her thick lips where fully visible and outside of her panties? I have softspot for thick girls, so I need to get this straight ^^. Did you see in high detail?

Thanks for sharing

You got it right... LOL

This just reminded me of a scene that played out for me last summer!

I often go to breakfast at a local Village Inn. One morning, I finished my meal and walked out to the car. Standing there I could see a gas station that had a car wash next door. There were 3 vacuum stations on my side of the building. A gal was vacuuming out her car wearing a short summer dress. I watched as she kept leaning in to vacuum the seats and floors of her car, obviously giving upskirt shots to anyone near by. One of the store employees came out and started to use a leaf blower to clean the parking area.
She would climb into her car on her hands and knees with the vacuum hose, allowing her short skirt to ride up high. He slowly walked by her car, getting a full view of her upskirt antics.

She did this for a long time, obviously going to the same doors of her car over and over. She was purposely putting on a show!

Soi just HAD to get a better view. I jumped in my car, left the parking lot I was in, and pulled into the gas station, driving slowly past her. At that point she again crawled into her back seat. The hem of her short skirt was high on her ass, her legs were spread as wide as the could be that back seat, showing beautiful purple panties hugging between her legs. She was acting as if she was vacuuming, but there was no sound of the vacuum being on.

This girl was just purposely giving upskirt shows to all those around her. As I slowly drove away, I thought, "What a wonderful woman this must be!"
What a great way to start your day!!!

Kindergarden glimpses
 

There was a time when I was unemployed for a while and I offered to help out at the local kinder. I would perform all the odd jobs and even help out with the little tots from time to time.

There were two full time carers or kinder teachers who were young in the mid to late twenties, good looking so I would often flirt with them a bit.

In the summer they liked to wear dresses and skirts a lot, despite the fact that this form of dress could be a little inappropriate for all the climbing and playing they did with the children, nevertheless, they adopted this dress code as in the heat it was more comfortable and women didn’t really wear shorts to work in those days.

All the furniture there is designed for the children, that means it is small and low down. The teachers, Tess and Pat would have no choice but to use the chairs when sitting and talking to the kids.

There was a lot of storytelling and role playing and so they would often be sitting in front of the kids. Sitting in a short skirt on a low chair can be a little difficult to maintain one’s modesty but they did a good job keeping their legs together. But there would always be times when in the heat of the moment and getting passionately into the story they forgot themselves and adopting a more comfortable pose their knees would open up.

There were a couple of occasions when Tess was seated and her legs opened up. I just happened to be around and conveniently walked behind the class to see her appealing position with her open legs. I was greeted to a beautiful glimpse of her lily-white panties.

Another occasion occurred when she was hanging some of the kids art from the rafters. She need to climb up the ladder. Being a little nervous of climbing up thre rickety ladder I offered to hold it for her. I should really have gone up myself to hang the arts and crafts up, but she had other ideas.

Anyway, trying to look away so as not to appear as more of a perve than I am, I kept an awareness of where she was at and how she was positioned. When she was at the top and engrossed in attaching the art work to the rafter I took a quick clandestine peek. I was gifted with a view up her skirt, full bum and crotch in her light-blue panties. I was about to look away afraid she might catch me staring when she twisted and presented me with an even more sexy shot of her panty-covered mound, which I am sure appeared darker from her pussy hair hiding behind the thin delicate material.

It was only a glimpse but the recollection has remained with me ever since.

Of course, mums often come in to assist with reading to the children at lunch time to give Tes and Pat a break. They would come dressed in all manner of items, pants, leggings, but also occasionally a skirt. Many of these mums are usually pretty young themselves, and not a few of them are extremely well presented, there are ample opportunities to catch a sexy glimpse of tits or up their skirt.

I definitely did see quite a few white, pink and other coloured panties or thongs being sported by a young sexy mum, unbeknownst to her.

Shoe Store Experiences 1
 

While I was at college I earned my keep to pay the fees by working in a local shoe store. Being a college campus town we were always busy with students and locals coming in to buy all manner of footwear.

I always took my responsibilities seriously but when I realised the potential this job provided I paid it more attention and took my time to hone my skills in serving customers, making them comfortable and ensuring they felt at ease, in this way I learnt how to give them the best customer experience possible.

I soon realised with the large volume of women passing through there was ample opportunity to catch an unwary female displaying her ‘wares.’ I watched how the seasoned professional salesmen and women went about their business in giving good service which led to them earning commissions for their efforts. I picked up tricks and techniques for satisfying the client and in this way my sales and commissions started to increase as I got better at selling. In fact after a couple of months they were so impressed with me that they raised my pay and increased my hours.

When customers came into the store the regular sales staff would assess the value of the potential client and the higher their value the more senior sales person would seek to satisfy their interest in a purchase.

I learned quickly how this went and was always on the look out to get in quick with a potential customer. As my performance and abilities improved they were more than happy to let me share the ‘better’ customers.

Being young and of cheery countenance I soon discovered I had a good rapport with the ladies. This more than made me happy as it afforded me many opportunities to catch rare glimpses up their dress or skirt or a surreptitious glance down their blouse.

I studied how to chat the customer up, interest them in a sale and try to increase the purchase from only one item to several. Part of the whole process was the ‘touchy-feely’ side of proceedings, working on their mood and emotions. Furthermore, by gentle and encouraging skin-contact through the trying on and fitting of the shoe you can gain a customer’s trust and more, make them feel at ease and even place them in a very relaxed trance-like state which will allow you to influence them to purchase more.

By improving these skills rather than the bare skills of surreptitiously looking up a woman’s skirt I was rewarded in the long run with many memorable ‘victories’ and conquests against the power of ‘darkness’ and the ‘secrets’ hidden by their dress or skirt.

Spring and summer were obviously the best times to catch that elusive and as time went on not so elusive glimpse of a woman’s charms. Female students and other women were more likely to swathe their legs in a dress than jeans or pants and who was I to deny their choice of apparel?

I would initially engage them in a little friendly chatter, warm them up to a purchase and then get down to business with a choice of shoe followed by the ‘fitting.’

Talking in a relaxed but assertive manner allowed me to influence them to my intentions and direction and simultaneously place them in a comfortable frame of mind which allowed me to gain their trust. So much of the success of the ‘hunt’ depends on gaining the trust of your quarry. At the same time physical contact through feeling their foot and lower leg encourages them to open up (literally and figuratively) and relax.

It is truly amazing how easily some women respond to the right touch to their feet and legs. This can be referred to as a ‘foot-fetish’ so it has real scientific basis. Without having to do too much a woman who only a few minutes before was a complete stranger will be opening up to you (in more ways than one) and allowing you to feel her feet and legs in most intimate ways that in any other situation would be thought of as impossible or just lewd and inappropriate.

Given the right sort of ‘spiel’ and caresses I soon learnt how to get a woman to open her legs for me without her even realising. In so doing I have almost had these women ‘eating out of my hands’, mewling affectionately and almost coming with the arousal I have induced in them.

I have also gained some repeat customers who returned and insisted on me serving them, so much did they appreciate and enjoy the ‘way’ I treated them.

This was all good for me on many levels. I enjoyed what I was doing, earned extra commission and got to view some truly awesome ‘sights’ at the same time.

In addition, the trust and good feeling my treatment of them engendered also led to relationships and many dates and nights spent in their bed. It taught me the power of the caress and careful and sensual touch, and ultimately how important foreplay is in really great sex.

As I have already said, my foreplay in ‘feeling them up’ for shoes has had some women so aroused that they let me take liberties they would be shocked if they were not in this semi-trance induced state of relaxation.

In one case I got a customer so worked up I had to take her into the back, ostensibly to choose a pair of sandals but in reality to fuck her and get her over her orgasmic state I had induced.

Several had first come in wearing pants and subsequently returned in a dress or skirt so that their legs would be free to be touched and caressed.

Thus the probability of seeing an upskirt was extremely high. I must have notched up not only scores of sales but equally scores of upskirt sightings seeing white, pink, blue or red, lacy panties and more and even a few would deliberately come in commando-style just to please me or dare me or as a personal thrill to themselves.

As has been mentioned by other aficionados of all-things-upskirt, panty-sightings are what ultimately drive us. Yes, a good beaver shot, bare pussy and pubes is wonderful every-now-and-then but the delicious feeling of seeing a woman’s intimate apparel when she is not aware you are viewing it and more’s the point getting past her defences and possibly her efforts to be modest and lady-like in denying you the pleasures we seek is what gives us the ‘thrill of the hunt.’ It is the non-consensual relationship that intrigues.

However, here there can be an ironic paradox. You can be sitting with an attractive woman happily passing the time of day and she is equally pleased to be so occupied, while at the same time you are taking in the delights she is, unbeknownst to her, sharing with you.

Several such scenarios in the shoe store come to mind. A mother came in with her 10 year old son for a pair of trainers and she was seated next to him as I engaged them both in pleasant conversation to ease and relax them into a frame of mind conducive to fitting them up for some footwear and the eventual purchase.

Mum is a young thirty-something trim good looking blonde with a perky personality which quickly came to the fore. Junior is into sport and computer games. Mum also happens to be wearing a neat grey skirt stopping above the knee; she has probably come straight from work to pick up her son and bring him here.

My cool and calming speech puts them at ease and I see mum begin to relax as I fit junior with his trainers. At the same time I am also focusing on getting Mum interested in getting herself some new item of footwear. I suggest getting a pair of trainers herself so she can join her son jogging or possibly kicking around a ball, but she says she has, so I steer her to the possibility of a new pair of sandals for spring. Women, can’t resist that, and so she is baited and after finishing with her son I move across to get her shoe measurements.

Calmly and soothingly I remove her shoe and commence caressing her foot. I make a comment that she has very dainty well looked after feet. She is clearly taken by my compliments and I sense her accede to my approach to get her to enjoy the whole process. I measure both her feet, this gives me more time to soothingly massage her feet and get her in the mood, the whole time plying her with complimentary praise on her well-behaved son, how pretty she looks, the nice weather we are having for this time of year and so on. Keep talking, get her to talk also and she becomes more malleable and conducive to follow my directions do what I want her to do.

Up to this point her legs are discretely locked together but I have other ideas. Without using any force I massage her calf-muscles explaining how when the leg is relaxed fitting a new pair of shoes is so much easier and she is more likely to get the exact fitting she needs.

My procedures are working and she very agreeably allows me to move her legs apart to fit the sandals, doing them up then asking her to stand then sit again. She is involved in the conversation to such an extent she does not realise how far apart her legs have become. To help matters, as I comment on her great knees I gently massage up her lower leg to her knees, adding the importance of being relaxed when tying on shoes and not being too tense which can cause the feet to swell and ruin the experience leading to unwelcome consequences.

She’s loving it and I try my luck by going higher and even pushing her skirt further up her thighs, nothing inappropriate or lewd mind you, just an inch or two which will make all the difference to my view which will shortly appear.

I ask her to stand, then to take a short walk to ‘try them out’. When she comes back I ask her how they felt and she is all compliments. “Great! Really comfortable and so light.”

I ask if I may remove one to examine the fit. This is just for show as it doesn’t actually achieve anything, but she laps it up and I get to touch her some more.

I do up her sandals again and ask her to sit for a minute with her eyes shut and think of a relaxing scene or location where she has spent some quality time. I have positioned her legs about 9 inches apart and with her skirt now slipping up her thighs I am offered a perfect view of her panties, delicate, white and gauzy. She is in a different world and doesn’t realise what I am doing.

Her son is happily playing games on her phone so he is oblivious to what I’m doing to his Mum. I continue to talk to her and ask what she is imagining and ‘move’ there with her. Talking about the idyllic surroundings, the warmth of the sun and the swish of the ocean in the background.

She’s really getting into it and her breathing has slowed so relaxed has she become. I am still slowly caressing and massaging her legs and she is clearly loving it. Meanwhile the whole time I am staring up her skirt at her delectable panties which are semi translucent and one can see her blond pussy hair through the gauzy material.

Seeing how placid she has become I try something. In keeping with the scenario she is imagining I ask her if she is there with her husband. She answers in the affirmative, and I press on. Such a location is the perfect place for a honeymoon I suggest, and she confirms that this is exactly what they are doing. I consider I am on a ‘good wicket’ and so continue.

“You no doubt made love there, didn’t you?” “Oh, yes, yes.” “Wasn’t it great and romantic?” “Uh-huh.” “Just the perfect back-drop for lovers to share their most intimate moments, no?”

Now I started to lead her. I have no idea how accomplished a lover her husband is, but every woman wants to be swept off her feet and likes to think that those formative moments together were so romantic and he was such a wonderful lover.

“Picture how your husband held you in his arms, kissed you all over, in all your special places. Didn’t that make you feel so warm and sexy and aroused?”
“Oh, yes, Oh Yesss.” She continued clearly imagining and, indeed, reliving all I was suggesting to her.

I could see things were working as I noticed small moments of her butt on the seat she was sitting on. Sexy pelvic movements, tell-tale signs of sexual arousal and stimulation. I kept a close watch on her panties and her crotch for any changes. I was not disappointed, Five minutes into my induction and there were the unmistakable signs of moisture on her pussy hair and a stain developing in the gusset of her panties. Amazing!

I didn’t want things to get out of hand and in any case I had a sale to make. I gradually talked her down, brought her back to the present and by the time she reopened her eyes her legs were firmly together completely oblivious to the show she had given me.

Oh, and did I tell you, she was so aroused that I could smell the heady scent of her sexual juices that had collected in her panties. Oh, how I would have loved to keep those panties she was wearing.

When she got up to go and pay, I noticed a hesitation as she felt something down there and became aware of how wet she had become and, of course, wonder how that could have occurred.

She paid and left with her son and their purchases. I made a mental note of her name as seen from her credit card with which she offered to pay, Melanie F****.

That was not the last time I had the pleasure of Melanie’s custom. She ended up coming in again to be fitted for a pair of shoes. It was a clear indication off the value of preparation and good planning to achieve your desired aims. And of course, the next time she came in I once again succeeded in seeing her beautiful intimacy to my eternal delight.

[B]Shoe Store Experiences 2[/B]
 

As I mentioned previously, to get through college I worked part-time in a shoe store. This benefited me in many ways not the least financially getting me through the financial burden of paying for my courses. I also learnt practical lessons in business and the importance of providing good service.

But most apropos to this meme are the ample opportunities I was granted to see up lovely ladies skirts. Of course some of them weren’t so lovely, but hey, an upskirt is an upskirt, some are better than others in different ways but they all represent a victory over, and a vanquishing of, the forces that would prevent us seeing secret delights beyond the view of everyone else. The sexy panties, knickers, thongs or other intimate apparel that covers our pretty women’s nether regions.

We have a great mayor in our town, Mary Marsden, a pretty divorcée, thirty-something brunette with long hair and a cute butt-to-boot, oh and did I mention she’s got a great rack too?

Anyway, one day she surprised us with a visit to the store. We all thought she was just coming to see the local merchants and how we are doing, but as it happens she genuinely sought out a new pair of dress shoes for her social engagements.

It was my lucky day as it was I who got to serve her, and serve her I would.

My luck held even further as she was dressed in a fashionable knee-length skirt and a light blue blouse, semi see-through so her bra-encased breasts were fashionably presented.

I intended to use my charm and my ‘magic’ hands to get her into a suitable frame of mind to make my aims achievable. I was initially a little daunted by her status as mayor of the town but we soon ‘broke the ice’ and she became just another good-looking woman whom I planned to see up her skirt.

I asked her to select some examples of shoes that she liked and I suggested another two which I brought from the stock room at the back.

Soon I was into proceedings both verbally encouraging her to relax and let me do my job and the physical contact of skin-on-skin to induce a feeling of calm serenity that would allow me to ply my ‘trade.’

She responded as expected to my touch and caressing of her feet, which was, of course, aided by my smooth-talking spiel and was soon relaxed and enjoying my touch and soothing massage of her feet and lower legs.

She had a younger side-kick assistant accompanying her making sure she didn’t receive any undue attention from the public and also trying to keep her on schedule for her next appointment, but I soon gathered that it was Mary’s choice that finally decided how long she would remain here buying shoes. I also made a mental note to try and get her pretty assistant, Charmaine, to come in a get a new pair of shoes herself, by asking Mary to refer me to her afterwards.

I was working on Mary’s legs and we tried on several pairs of shoes, all looked great on her, especially the heels. She had great legs and excellent poise and really knew how to comport herself properly like a lady should. Unfortunately, one aspect of her lady-ness would today be lacking as I calmly assisted and promoted a feeling of well-being as she parted her knees and opening her legs for me to take pleasure in the view that was about to unfold.

I didn’t have time to develop the scenario setting I have used on other ‘fillies’, but my abilities to induce a feeling of relaxation and ‘all’s well with the world’ in my inductee allowed me to achieve similar goals.

Mary’s prone position was partially hidden from her assistant and so she didn’t suspect anything was amiss. I pressed on, Mary’s legs were now sufficiently apart to allow me to see her pink panties, delightful. I much prefer bikini or hi-cut panties to a thong, which in my opinion is crass and lacks class. Mary was wearing a pair of bikini briefs that perfectly covered her mound, she obviously maintained a well-kept ‘garden’ as I couldn’t discern any stray pubes. She was responding perfectly to my advances and light touches and I soon had her making little movements on her seat suggesting how turned-on she was. Her arousal became more obvious the longer I went on so I decided to cool things down and bring things to a close.

Bringing her down from her sexual high I completed the sale and she left very happy and in a good mood the proud owner of 3 pairs of patent high-heeled pumps. She didn’t leave before giving me her number, no not her private number but the one to her office and said that next time she would call to arrange a private fitting in her mayoral chambers. I really considered that a sign of how well I had performed. The other staff were not aware of this private arrangement but the fact that I had sold the mayor three pairs of shoes earned me no little recognition and appreciation.

Felicity Kroneker had inherited the store from her father who opened in back in the 60s. But because of her business acumen and her resolute will to succeed it had grown to a business that now had ten outlets across the state and was one of the leading shoe businesses in the region.

Felicity was one of the town’s leading lights and on the council’s Board of Trade and Small Business. She was in her thirties but still; single which people found strange given how attractive she was and how much she was worth. She liked to explain it that she had never found any one she liked enough to settle down with and in any case her time was shared with her business and looking after her mother and her two German Shepherds, Kraus and Bender. Felicity was 5’ 8”, slim with an athletic build, jet black hair and a figure to die for.

I had met her briefly when I was initially hired but now I got to meet her properly and enjoy an impromptu talk and discussion about how I was doing and my prospects moving forward. I was still enrolled in college and thoroughly enjoying the course and though I had no interest in dropping out Felicity was seriously offering me full-time work if I wanted it.

She was intrigued with how quickly I had picked up the finer points of salesmanship in the footwear industry. She invited me upstairs for a friendly chat and discussion.

At the same time she was interested in my technique as I had rapidly ascended the ladder of sales in the company and she wanted to see me in action. I told her I would be happy to demonstrate my abilities but it would have to wait for another day as the store was busy and they were short staffed. I apologised to the boss, but in passing I told her to wear a skirt. At the time I didn’t realise that this could be easily taken the wrong way, but I saw she wasn’t upset by this request, more curious than anything.

I explained that I came from a traditional background with good old-fashioned values. Women in order to look their best should dress like women and that implied a skirt or dress. Furthermore, I respond better when I am in the right frame of mind and if the customer is dressed in a classy way it makes my abilities better. A little like ‘dressing for success’ it puts you in a positive mind set to go forward and win. She liked my explanation and agreed to comply with my wishes.

The following morning when things were a little slow in the store she came down and asked me to serve her.
“What are you looking for?” I enquired.

“A pair of boots, please”

Well this was interesting, It would also give me the opportunity to reach up her legs, always a great chance to avail oneself of a woman’s charms.

I should point out that she was wearing a knee-length beige wrap-around skirt which offered all sorts of possibilities.

I started as I always do by engaging her in light conversation while at the same time removing her existing shoes to measure her foot-size.

I carefully followed my tried and tested formula. Light caress as I measure her feet followed by gentle massage of the calf region of the leg. She commented on this, asking me where I had learnt this technique.

I responded that I ‘intuited’ it, just something I developed myself but when I saw how effective it was I continued to use it.

She seemed genuinely impressed with this and let me continue. She had chosen two different styles of boot to try on and I added a third. This would afford me more opportunity to feel her up and gain access to her, no doubt, delectable charms.

Now I know I was potentially stepping on ‘thin ice’, one false move and I could get myself fired, not to mention arrested if she so desired, but so confident was I in my abilities that I threw caution to the wind. Not only that but in her present state of relaxation I doubted she would press charges and so I carried on.

As I ran my hands up her legs and caressed just behind her knees, incidentally one of the erogenous zones a woman possesses, she commented on the lightness and delicateness of my touch. Something I already knew and tried hard to cultivate. She was intrigued but the acuteness of her mind was temporarily dulled in her present state of serenity and calmness.

I asked her to stand to see how the boots looked on her.

“Take a walk and wander over to the mirror and see for yourself how good they look on you.” I offered.
She was dutifully impressed by my method and treatment of a customer, and credited me with skills that it often took others years to acquire or develop.

When she returned I asked her to remain standing and I asked permission to reach up to her inner thigh to feel her muscle there. This was really taking a liberty as I would be reaching beneath her skirt but I had anatomical knowledge to rely on in this case and it wasn’t just some more of my BS. After all this was the owner of the store, and who if anyone would know more about the footwear industry than her.

But I had a different angle. I was interested in sport, in fact I was doing a sports physiology course so I knew about human anatomy and how things should be ideally. These boots had a heel which was about two inches, nothing extravagant but nevertheless significant. With incorrect posture over the long term this can cause serious malformation of bones, cartilage and connective tissue and irregular wear of joints. Things one shouldn’t take lightly. If shoes are fitted properly then one avoids all these pitfalls, but if not, ‘you takes your chances.’

She liked my approach and allowed me to feel up her legs. Oh bliss. She had lovely gams, I couldn’t get enough of stroking and caressing them, and it would seem nor could she as she seemed to encourage my efforts.

I had reached quite a way up her thighs, another inch or two and I would reach her panties. I didn’t want to attract undue attention as all this was taking place in the store and what I was doing was extremely unorthodox and the person I was doing it to could land me in deep sh*t.

I could definitely see she was enjoying my ministrations and would have let me progress higher but thinking that ‘discretion is the better part of valour’ I decided to leave it for another day.

I told her to sit and progressed to remove her boots and try on another pair. This allowed me to gain access to what I had planned all along to see her panties, white plain cotton ones, but the way they tightly covered her mound and the slight crevice in attendance told me what I wanted to know. She wore them with a class that belied their simplicity and leant her an air of sexuality that few women truly exhibited.

I enjoyed another ten minutes trying on the other pairs and got to see more of her crotch region with each pair we tried. But she had to get back upstairs, she was pretty steamed up by the way, and probably needed to take a detour to the ladies room to freshen up or cool off a little, allowing the opportunity to relieve some of that pent up arousal.

I mentioned quietly that the next time we should do this upstairs in the privacy of her office. She thoroughly agreed. And so ended a very fruitful meeting with my boss and owner of the store, a real lady if there ever was.

In time I met and serviced many important personages from the town and with my ‘magic hands’ was able to access the reaches of many women’s hidden treasures beneath their skirts.

This job turned into a golden opportunity to follow my secret obsession, but it was so much more, and I realised that I could get to meet and date many women I secretly admired and yearned to socialise with but felt I was not in their league. This allowed me to ‘level the playing field’ and meet and enjoy their company and more. I also realise that I possessed a rare skill with which to seduce women. Something that they would appreciate when I used it not like a secret power to deceive and take advantage of others with.

[B]WPC Upskirt[/B]
 

*** Last names edited out ***
Back in the UK before the 80’s when the uniforms changed Women Police Officers (WPCs) used to wear skirts. Now just like any organisation especially those who sport a uniform women compete for the attention of their male colleagues. This often leads to the practice of shortening their skirt length.

One only has to see what happens in schools to this day and how short some of the girls skirts and kilts have become.

Now in the police force there are clear rules about propriety and modesty after all it is a government body and has to be respectable, nevertheless, women even here take liberties and risks with how high they can raise their skirt and get away with it, usually an inch or two. But it’s a moot point where exactly to draw the line, after all some women are taller than others and what looks too risqué on one is perfectly acceptable on another.

Now I’m not suggesting one goes around perving on WPCs though I have no doubt there are many for whom this is a fantasy, nonetheless, given the opportunity to see up an attractive female Police Officer’s skirt there aren’t too many who would turn down such an offer.

One January day back in 1976 we had a visit in our street by two delectable and pretty WPCs both of course wearing skirts, and as I have already outlined, they were sporting skirts that clearly were at least a couple of inches above the knee.

There had been a spate of robberies in our street and the police were undertaking a thorough survey of occupants of the street in the hope of picking up any new leads to assist with their investigation.

They came to the door and the senior WPC introduced themselves as WPC ***** (Sarah) and her partner WPC ***** (Shirley).

WPC ***** was dark haired about 5’ 10” (178 cm) and slim carrying 35C breasts whereas WPC ***** was an inch or two shorter 5’ 8” (173 cm) sightly stockier with 36CC breasts and a nice arse.

They explained about the robberies and that they wished to ask us a few questions that might help them with their enquiries. No, we were not suspects, this was just routine and we had nothing to worry about.

It was cold standing at the door so I invited them into the living room. They were certainly appreciative of getting out of the cold. I offered them to sit on the couch, and then realised the error. It is quite old and sags a lot, but it was too late as they had already taken a seat. As they descended into the depths of the couch under their combined weight their posteriors continued to sink causing them to find themselves in a position with their knees much higher than their rears. Not a very lady-like pose especially if you are wearing a skirt.

I was sitting opposite and saw everything as it happened. As I think back it was almost like it was in slow motion. As their rears sank into the couch they tried to catch themselves by pushing down on their feet. This had the effect of causing their legs to part granting me a golden opportunity to see up not one but both of their skirts. And what did I behold?

Sarah (WPC *****) was wearing white panties and regulation black or navy stockings so I could see the space of skin between the tops of her stockings and her panties. Shirley (WPC *****) also wearing regulation black or navy stockings had light blue panties.

Wow, I couldn’t have scripted it better if I had tried. Two knock-out WPCs and two terrific upskirts and we hadn’t even started.

I was unsure of the protocol could I offer them something to drink, obviously not alcohol, but a cup of tea? Should I?
:D
Anyway I went ahead and offered and though they were on duty, being that it was a cold day they readily accepted.

I went into the kitchen to put the kettle on and then returned. They had the time to fix up their position and were now perched on the edge of the couch so they could sit more suitably.

As it happened we were out of regular tea so I ended up serving them a herbal tea, something with a mixture of chamomile, rosehip and tiger-root. It is said that this concoction can cause soporific effects, but I have never suffered this way.

Anyway after a couple of minutes of pleasant conversation while they had their tea they got down to business.
I thought I detected a very relaxed demeanour in the way they were asking the questions and the way they were going about their investigation but I put I down to just my imagination.

After another five minutes Shirley who was taking a more passive role and not asking questions yawned, another two minutes and she yawned again. I was surprised how long this list of questions was taking, but I realised to do a proper investigation and solve these crimes they needed to get as much information as possible.

Two minutes later Shirley rose from the couch and asked where the toilet was. Clearly the tea had run its course and she needed a release. I showed her where to go and then returned to Sarah. However, I could help having an image of Shirley now in the toilet hitching up her skirt and quickly dropping her light blue panties before she let fly with a gush of pee. What colour was her pussy hair, I wondered. Was she hairy or shaven? Questions stimulated from the brief view up her skirt just a few minutes before.

I continued to answer questions put to me from Sarah, but I couldn’t help thinking about her a few minutes earlier with her legs open showing me her white panties. If only I could see them again. But that wasn’t going to happen, accidents like that don’t repeat themselves, do they?

Then Shirley returned and came back to sit down but somehow she had forgotten about the couch and though Sarah tried to warn her she positioned herself to sit right down in the deepest part of the couch and just like it happened before her rear end ended up sinking down. She tried to compensate and ended up splaying her legs again giving me yet again a splendid view of her pale blue panties. But there was something different this time, they looked darker or at least there was a region that was. Could she have pissed her panties or had a little accident on the way to the loo? The possibilities tossed around in my mind.

But then almost immediately like a comedy of errors Shirley’s mistake had a spill over effect on Sarah. Shirley had upset the balance of the couch and Sarah ended up overbalancing and tumbling backwards resulting in her also spraying her legs wide apart and once again gifting me a glimpse of her intimate white undies, but they too looked different to the way they had been before. She too had a dark patch in the gusset as though she too, had peed her pants.

I couldn’t help but be aroused by this course of events and ended up with a huge boner.

Sure enough Sarah, once she had regained her composure asked to be excused and now I had visions of her panties down by her knees peeing and showing her pussy. What colour was she or was she also shaven?

After she finished her business Sarah returned to wrap things up and thanked us for our cooperation and the tea.
What a strange episode I had to admit and what serendipity to see two WPC upskirts twice with the added delight of seeing their soiled panties!

A Policeman's Life...
 

As a Policeman I have the most wonderful opportunity to see upskirt views.

You see we regularly go into people’s homes to make all manner of enquiries and frequently see women in their own homes alone.

I have frequently seen tops of tights and often stocking tops and cotton crotches and I have on three occasions even seen a naked pussy, On each occasion they chose to display themselves to me.

Sometimes they flash in front of their husbands. But I have two major favourites, one led to sex and the other didn’t.

The first event occurred when attending a home to take a statement for a car accident off a wife whilst her husband was working. I had an appointment and she answered the door in a short denim skirt and a white blouse. She was slim and quite good looking and 32 years old and as we sat down I noticed her sensational legs. When she sat down she sat with her knees together but owing to the skirt's shortness I could see rightt up to her cute little white triangle.

She soon crossed her legs showing off her stunning bare firm thighs. I could not help but stare and eventually after crossing and uncrossing numerous times she started to sit with her legs slightly open then slowly her legs opened further and further until she was virtually sitting with them wide apart. My hard on was huge and I stood up. She stared at my cock and stood up but at that moment her father arrived to visit. I stayed to finish the statement but then rushed back to the station to wank off, in about 15 seconds. I tried to get back there but her husband was always there, until about a month later I had to arrest him for beating her up. She left the home and I never saw her again.

The second incident occurred in the same village when I had to go to see a guy about his shotgun licence. I made an appointment to see him but when I arrived he had had to go out, however his wife was there and able to answer my questions. I needed to see the secure storage for the guns which was in the attic. His wife was about 40 years old, quite tall with blonde hair, big tits and long sexy legs, real nice. She had it all she was wearing a smart grey suit and black tights, she was a ‘looker’.

I was only about 25 at the time and rampant and ‘horny’ as hell. Anyway I decided to wait for him and we chatted, I ogled her legs as she crossed them as she sat on the settee, but after thirty minutes there was a phone call to say he would not be back for hours. His wife offered to show me where the guns were. We went up the stairs and I watched her gorgeous ass as she walked up ahead of me. On the landing she pulled down the ladder I expected to go up alone to the attic but she went up ahead of me. I held the ladder as she climbed slowly watching and looking up her skirt. Then I saw they weren’t tights they were stockings!

I feasted my eyes on her black stocking tops, suspenders and white skin. I climbed up after her and she showed me the gun cabinet. She made comment about the barrel of my “gun” and I asked her if she had anymore to show me. She then slowly lifted the skirt up showing first her stockings then her black knickers. I fucked her in the attic just pulling her knickers to one side. She was insatiable and I continued to make house calls there for a couple of months.

Like I said great job.

Helping out at school
 

I used to volunteer at a high school doing manual labour related to technology--fixing computers and similar other odd-jobs.

On the day I am recalling this really sexy teacher needed some help hooking up a microphone and a set of speakers to the podium on the stage.

Let me describe her, she was about 5'6", maybe 130 lbs and had ‘dynamite’ legs and superbly milky skin. Simply put she was really hot.

So back to the events of the day; she needed help with the microphone, She was wearing a knee-length denim skirt and a pretty sweater, although it was just tight enough to see what an amazing rack she had.

When I first got down there to start helping her, we had to untangle the wires, and she was squatting down as I sat on the floor trying to untie the knots. At the same time I realised the potential of the situation and tried as hard as I could to get a peek up her skirt, but she was maintaining her knees tightly together and her skirt was just a little too long, so I turned my mind to the task I had come for.

After we got the chords untangled, we had to plug them into the back of the speaker, but it was in a really awkward position inside the podium. We both stood up to look for the best way to get at the back of the speaker box. After I fumbled with one of the speakers for a little while, I noticed she was now stretching to reach behind the podium. She had one foot on the ground and extended the other one almost straight out in the air to get a better reach. Seeing this, I quickly squatted down and acted like I was fumbling with the speaker but I had other motives. She was completely occupied in what she was doing and didn’t notice me move. Remaining in the same position with her head and upper torso was on the other side of the podium, she couldn't see what I was doing. I kept moving the speaker around, but got a huge eyeful straight up her skirt for at least 30 seconds.

I could see her pretty legs stretching all the way up to her turquoise panties. This view has become imprinted in my memory ever since. Her panties had white lace trim and because her thighs were so far apart owing to her having her legs extended as they were to keep her balance I could see there were a lot of curly brown pubes sticking out the sides of her panties. I was trembling with excitement and I almost came in my pants.

After she finally got the thing plugged in, she put her foot down and stood up. She had no idea the show she had just given me, and I have treasured her memory ever since.
;)

Upskirt Memories
 

I have been an aficionado of what’s under a girl’s skirt and how to get to see it for over 30 years. Many might consider this perving but I look at it as viewing the beauty of the Lord’s creation. :D

Getting to see a great upskirt requires planning, patience and great timing. Having a good eye is also a valuable asset and being able to feign innocence or disinterest as one views one’s goal.

Tools can be useful too, though I am not into using a bag-cam or camera, leave these for the pros. A book or newspaper is a good prop, a good pair of sunnies (sunglasses) often lures a woman into a false sense of security as she may not realize you are looking. But one of the most valuable tools to have is a little mirror that you can conceal in the palm of your hand, from a woman’s vanity set or similar, is invaluable.

With a mirror you can view situations either too difficult to bend down to or too obvious. Walking upstairs or even standing at the bottom of a stairwell are situations where a mirror can come in useful, as is peeking under shelves or racks in a library, shoe-store or the like.

Then there are opportunities to sneak a peek over a fence or other partition where women might be in a state of undress. Finer points of the art are having a cheery countenance and be ready to smile and make a pleasant comment to your prey. This can often allow them to relax and opens up more opportunities for success.

Being somewhat brash and bold without being reckless, determined and patient will all pay dividends in the long run. The main thing is that it is a game, enjoy it. Give it some serious thought in preparation and execution but it shouldn’t be all consuming as to change your personality. Even though during your quest the girl/woman is the prey the fairer sex are wonderful company and should be treated as such, with full equality and respect. It is this approach that will land you more and better opportunities than just being an obnoxious pervert.

What makes getting to see an upskirt such a thrill? Is it the excitement of the chase, or the anticipation of realizing your goal?

Then there are other quantities that may confuse the situation and lace it with extra intrigue and delight.

Sometimes it is not entirely clear who is pursuing whom. You may think your planning and execution and ultimate success is all due to you when she may be enjoying the whole scenario and stringing you along the whole while.
Perhaps she didn’t realize what you were up to initially, but on realizing your intent, deliberately plays hard to get.
Obviously, to most of us the thrill of seeing something one is not supposed to see is the stimulus that drives us.
That victory over the darkness and concealment that is trying to deny us this pleasure.

I believe that is why we got so much pleasure in seeing up our teacher’s skirt when we were at school. The idea of overcoming that authority figure and somehow asserting our own authority over her is a real turn on and guaranteed to excite and provide ecstasy to so many.

In my next posting I will relate an incredible incident that occurred to me that both resulted in an upskirt and a very stimulating and arousing experience that still leaves me wondering if it really happened, to this day.

WHY WE LOVE UPSKIRTS
 

For all of you out there who love to read and witness a good upskirt you know you love it. The persistence you put in to drive you to seek out what it is you seek is all very curious but to try and explain it to someone who is not of a like mind and is not obsessed with the beauty and satisfaction of succeeding in your quest is not easy. So let me, IMHO outline some of the ideas, aims and reasons for what we do.

Let’s face it, most of us got into it way back in primary school, perhaps we were 5 years old or so. We were all very innocent in those days, we didn’t necessarily understand that it was rude to look at certain things though we were certainly learning that some things were inappropriate and shouldn’t be done.

We would sit on the floor, or ground, usually cross-legged. The girls were not too particular to cover their legs with their dress or skirt and so we frequently saw up there, their thighs reaching up to their undies, call them knickers or panties or whatever. Referring to them as knickers or panties has a more arousing effect as these terms are sexier and more erotic words for what is essentially only a piece of material.

Yet this little piece of material is hiding secrets that are normally concealed from us, and likewise, the girls knickers are usually hidden beneath their dress so they in turn become an object of curiosity and something to be sought out.

It is the very nature of this concealment and hiddenness that makes it worthwhile to try to overcome. That’s part of the allure. If they were worn on the outside they would not draw us to try and see them. Even if girls walked around just in their underwear the attraction wouldn’t be there. It is the fact that under normal conditions they are covered up, out of sight, removed from everyone’s view that drives us, and drivers some of us so hard to persevere in our quest to ‘uncover’ them. Not literally, for we are not perverts(?) and we are generally interested in touching or manipulating our target’s clothing, just positioning ourselves in such a way that we can gain sufficient advantage to overcome that which has denied us what we wish to see.

Does that make sense? :D

Furthermore, the person whose dress/skirt we are attempting to see up is also of importance when considering the risk or the thrill that will be derived on achieving our set goal.

For example, young girls are not nearly as interesting and worthy of our time as a pretty, sexy and alluring woman, and the more alluring and exuding or sex appeal the more we are willing to exert ourselves in what it is we seek.

In addition to this, the woman’s importance or status can definitely play a part in our desire to achieve our desired aim. That’s why authority figures figure so highly in our fantasies and are so frequently targets of our obsession.

To explain this in real terms, outside of our parents the first authority figures we came into contact with were our teachers. They were people who would tell us what to do, tell us off if we did something wrong and get us into trouble for the slightest infraction. I am sure psychologically part of the mystic and intrigue of what we do is to overcome that authority, reverse that apparent hold they have over us. A sort of revenge of sorts.

It is not meant to be with malice or any sort of nastiness, quite the reverse, we often liked our teachers very much and looked to them for guidance and authority. Yet the fact remains we got a thrill when we did see up their skirt especially if we were fortunate enough to see all the way up to their panties.

Yes, it is this reversing of a situation that seeks to deny access to something that motivates us to manipulate the situation to our advantage.

There are times when serendipity shines upon us and we are gifted a view of something special, but how often have we constructed the scenario so we are in place to witness that display of underwear. Whether it is by moving to a position to take advantage of conditions or employing a tool to facilitate visual access to what we wish to see.

Sometimes it is the situation and the risk that makes it interesting and exciting, that risk of being seen or caught. Sometimes it is the personage, the target, that draws us to do what we do and sometimes we just do it for the sake of doing it because we enjoy doing it.

The vast majority of us do not consider ourselves perverts or criminals and yet because of it growth and prevalence and awareness by society the law has changed to make us so if we are caught.

The point is we don’t want to harm or demean anyone. We are not seeking to hurt or damage anyone’s reputation, and that is why posting online the results of our exploits is to many an anathema and to be avoided (unless it is consensual or consent was given).

We generally act in a way that it is unnoticed, surreptitiously and without the person who we are targeting knowing, and this case ‘what they don’t know won’t hurt them.’

The trouble arises when we are noticed, when we are found out. That spoils everything, even the thrill of the upskirt. That is precisely why we have to be so careful and circumspect in our actions and considerate of others when we go about our ‘trade.’

The pleasure we derive is great or we wouldn’t do it but consideration for the woman must always be there, if not we are ‘beasts’ and deserve to be shunned and worse.

Having said that if done properly for the right reason it’s immense fun and highly rewarding when one thinks back over all the successes and ‘victories’ one has over the power of darkness and concealment.

Those white panties we see, the red thong, or lacy bikini brief, the glory of seeing a gauzy frontal shot where you can discern her pussy hair within, oh it’s so wonderful!

The little white triangle when we are allowed to see between her legs or the little pantie-peek or bulge of pussy-lips when she squats down these are all great and invigorating images that we ‘upskirters’ thrive on.

Then, of course, there are those candid shots when nature’s elements help out like the wind gusting up and under a pretty ladies dress and displaying her wares (or wears) to us. Those sexy panties she’s wearing, or perhaps not! Rain, too, can play a part when a person’s clothes become soaked to the point of becoming translucent and revealing what is hidden below. Imagine seeing a poor unfortunate woman caught in a sudden downpour and her skirt is clinging tightly to her body so much so that you can see her knickers, their cut, colour and even more details!

Doesn’t this just excite you?

Though there is an aspect of voyeurism about seeing an upskirt, it is more about positioning and timing that determines a good upskirt. Most viewings are opportunistic, not passive. You have to do something to succeed or it (generally) won’t be ‘served up on a platter.’

Just like a succulent meal need preparation so does a delicious upskirt need aforethought to be really memorable. Think about your favourite upskirts, what thoughts, feelings and images spring to mind. Never forget the pleasure you derive from the chase, or the quest. The sexy, lustful content of what you see should drive you to your next success under her skirt!

I think I have given you plenty of material to ‘chew on’ go away and digest this and then go out and enjoy the view.

Good hunting!

Great write up! I would love to hear more shoe store stories please :)

I second this, more shoe store stories please, the immersive storytelling is much appreciated.

Teacher Upskirts
 

I was at school in the 70s and had crushes on practically all my female teachers! Or maybe it was just adolescent lust? Well, after our mothers they were (almost) the only female role models we had and some of them really were quite pretty.

First there was my form teacher Mrs J. She used to sit on the front desk and was the first woman I was aware of who wore tights, but it was when she went bare legged or wore stockings that I got to see her knickers. I saw her knickers several times that first term, each time made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. :D

Then there was Mrs S. the English teacher. She was in her early fifties and, while not conventionally attractive, had big boobs and a great bottom! We used to be able to see the lines from the substantial panty-girdle she wore! Long-leg style and white. How did wee know? She often sat with her legs apart and the view was always interesting.

The lab technician was another girl, much younger, who opened my young eyes to the delights of women’s knickers when she walked up the stairs always in very short skirts. She must have known that every boy in school knew the colour of her underwear every day! :)

The ultimate crush though was probably for Miss W. I was then just 18 and in 6th form. She would have been about 30 with shoulder length wavy brown hair and a lovely figure. She taught Biology (no she really did!) and always wore shortish skirts, sometimes flared so it was easy to see up when she went upstairs, and invariably, high heels.
I used to try really hard to look up her skirt every chance I got. One fine day I was rewarded when she bent over to pick up a book she had dropped right next to my desk. I was transfixed by the sight of her white knickers over her tights, (lots of women seemed to do that in those days - wear knickers over their tights that is, not bend down by my desk!). I was near the back and if anyone else noticed they didn’t give any sign. I fantacised that night long and hard!

The next time I was in her lesson I hoped for a repeat performance but I had to wait for weeks before getting another chance. I was last out the class at the end of the lesson and she asked me to help her carry some stuff back to the staff room. she told me to pick up a pile of books and she would bring the overhead projector she had been using. I picked the books up and she lifted the bulky projector off the table. as she did, her skirt got caught and lifted right up to her waist! White knickers again! Her skirt went so far up I could see the waist of her tights showing above the top of her knickers.

She saw me staring and realised what was happening. She looked at me, muttered "Oh sh*t", and turned back to the desk to put the projector down and cover herself up and said "Sorry about that". I said "It's Ok Miss I've heard teachers swearing before", to which she replied "Oh yes, sorry about that too". The penny dropped that she had actually apologising to me for flashing her knickers!!!

I smiled and said "Don't worry Miss. I won't tell anyone about it.........., or about you swearing!" She blushed and then laughed, "Don't push it, smart guy!" ;)

She used to smile at me whenever we passed in the corridor after that and I had many a 'hard' night thinking about that incident for a long time afterwards. :D

SHOE STORE EXPERIENCES 3
 

Continuing my experiences of working for Felicity, she took me under her wing showing interest in my development and hoping that I would eventually take a bigger part in the enterprise than a mere underling salesperson, gifted as I was at that.

She clearly had a soft spot for me, though trying to be casual about it she made more opportunities for me to spend time with her in order to train me in the finer points of the business. At the same time she liked my attention when it came to trying on footwear.

As I pointed out previously, the next time she wanted me to fit her out she called me upstairs to do so. She had clearly planned it out as she already had a pair of boots and a couple of pairs of shoes she wanted to try.

I wasted no time as I already knew her size, so removing the shoes she was already wearing I got into my routine, gently massaging and caressing her foot. I was getting a pretty strong indication she had a highly developed foot fetish and really liked having her feet massaged to the point that it would really turn her on. Would I be able to get her to climax this way I wondered?

Of course, in the process of working my foot magic her legs parted sufficiently for me to see a large expanse of flesh. Her athletic and lean legs gleaming underneath her skirt. Yes, she had remembered my comment from the time before to wear a skirt and was gladly complying.

Working her up to a nice state of relaxation and excitement I wanted to test something I thought might work. I felt pretty confident of my relationship with her so far and knew if I made a wrong move I could easily explain it away with an apology and some excuse which I felt sure she would accept.

As I was continuing to caress her feet I started to talk to her, give her instructions, told her things I wanted her to do.

“Felicity, can you lift up your leg for me, please.”

She did so without asking why, it didn’t really have anything to do with fitting a pair of shoes.

“Good girl, that’s very good. Now put it down and lift up the other one.”

“Excellent.”

Of course each time she lifted up her leg she was revealing her upper legs to my feasting eyes and showing me her white lacy panties. What’s more the more I got into it the more turned on she did, and the more turned on she did the more the consequences of her arousal were visible.

Yes, she was becoming moist there and the evidence was becoming quite obvious before my eyes. Not only that but her musky scent was also becoming more pronounced to my olfactory sense. If I didn’t know better I would have said she was going to come.

“Felicity, you are doing very well, now lift up both legs together, can you do that for me, please?”

“That’s good, now open your legs for me, please”

I half expected her to refuse or at least baulk and ask why I was getting her to do these exercises, but she didn’t, she just remained calm and amazingly compliant.

She just nodded and performed the requested move. I was able to gaze at her moist white panties to my heart’s desire. From this angle and with so much on view it was quite clear that she kept her ‘garden’ neat and tidy, no stray hairs here.

If I didn’t keep myself in check I sensed I might forget myself and do something I’d come to regret. However Felicity seemed so serene and relaxed I decided to press on as I had discovered a side to her that was the opposite of the dominant and very self-assured business woman.

“Felicity, you trust me don’t you?”

“Yes M.”

“Good girl. Would you like me to massage further up your legs?”

“Yes please.”

“Felicity, please shut your eyes for me and think about a safe place, a place you like to go to fell warm, at peace and safe, OK?”

“OK, M.”

And that was it. I was ready to induct her into a trance, still light at this stage but nevertheless the beginning of deeper and more pronounced control.

“Felicity, put all outside influences, sounds out of your mind. Just listen to my voice, OK?”

“Yes, M.”

“You are feeling relaxed so, so relaxed. You want to go on feeling relaxed and good. Comfortable and warm. Warm and cosy. Cosy and safe, OK?”

“Um hmmm.”

“You are feeling relaxed, you trust me don’t you, Felicity?”

“Yes.”

“You like me, Felicity, you like me a lot, don’t you?”

“Um hmmm.”

“The more you like me the more you trust me, OK?”

“Um hmmm.”

“Good girl, you are doing so well Felicity.”

“You want to please me don’t you Felicity?”

“Um hmmm.”

“The more you please me the happier I am, and the happier I am the happier you are. So to make yourself happy you must please me and to please me you must do exactly as I tell you, OK?”

“Um hmmm.”

“Good girl.”

“Whatever I tell you, you must do so that I will be pleased with you. You understand don’t you?”

“Um hmmm.”

“Good girl, you are such a good girl.”

“Felicity, I am now going to massage and caress your upper legs, you want that don’t you?”

“Um hmmm.”

“Felicity, I am now going to count from 1 to 10 and with each number you will fall deeper and deeper into a calm and relaxed trance, OK?”

“Um hmmm.”

“Good. 1… Going Deeper… 2… Deeper…3…Deeper…4…Oh so deep…5…Deeper still…6…Deeper and deeper…7…Deeper and deeper and deeper...8…Almost there…9…Very, very deep…10…Deepest.”

“Felicity you feel good don’t you?”

“Um hmmm.”

“Felicity, my best girl, whenever I say the words ‘Cheeky little foot fetish’, you will fall into this trance, OK?”

“Um hmmm.”

You are such a good girl, Felicity. Now you will get your reward and I will massage your legs.”

“Um hmmm.”

And with that I slowly and gently slipped my hands up her legs under her skirt which I now bunched up around her waist.

She had truly smooth and lithe legs, it was a pleasure to feel them and feel the up.

She made little mewling sounds as my hands moved up her legs, sounds of appreciation and encouragement as though she was urging me on wanting me to progress higher. I had no intention of stopping halfway.
“You have lovely legs, Felicity. You really look after yourself.”

“Um hmmm.”

As I moved to within two inches of her panties so close to her mound the scent emanating from her pussy, her sexual core was getting more and more pungent. She started making little pelvic movements, wanting my hands to reach their target, wanting my hands to sink into her pussy and release her pent up sexual frustration.

I slowed my progress I wanted to build up the tension and anticipation, her desire and urgency. So that when I did eventually reach my intended destination the resulting climax would be all the more fiery and explosive.

Her movements around her crotch and mound grew more intense and urgent. She wanted it and she wanted it now.

I continued feeling her legs an inch now, still caressing. Now I felt the lace trim of her panties and her anticipation was growing.

I felt the gusset of her panties, it was wet, very wet reflecting her state of arousal and excitement.

I slipped a finger beneath the delicate material, a second finger and then oh so gently inserted first one then two into her very slick and lubricated pussy.

She responded with sexual sounds of appreciation and then started humping my fingers. Slowly at first then faster and faster.

I pulled my fingers back.

She uttered a sound of concern, why wasn’t I progressing? Did I want to give her an orgasm?

I plunged my fingers back in with and urgency and recommenced pumping her pussy.

A minute later she came in a gush.

Then she was calm a stare of calm and serenity returned to her.

“Felicity, you are going to remove your panties and give them to me. When you wake up and realise you are not wearing panties you will remember you forgot to put them on this morning, strange but that is what you did, OK?”

“Um hmmm.”

It was time to bring her out of her trance.

“Felicity, you good, good girl, you did very well. Now we are going to wake up. When you wake up you will remember nothing of this experience only that I massaged your feet to try on some shoes, OK?”

“I am going to count from 10 to 1 and you will wake refreshed and unconcerned and remember nothing of what just happened only the trigger words, OK?”

“10…Going higher…9…Rising…8…Higher…7…relaxed and waking…6…Higher and higher…5…Waking up…4…Nearly there…3…Higher still…2….About to wake up…1…And you wake up refreshed and relaxed.”

“Hi Felicity, how do you feel?”

“OH, M, I feel great thanks so much for fitting me for these shoes that was so nice of you. You really have a great touch. We must do this again sometime.”

“Felicity, it was my pleasure, thank you.”

I think my pelvic is moving..

Can’t wait for the next shoe store episode!

Hospital Upskirts
 

Everyone loves to go skiing, well a lot of people do, some who perhaps are not so well coordinated should steer clear of this pastime as it is prone to accidents.

Such an incident happened to one of my friends when we went on a weekend trip to the Massive Central, a skiing region in the south-west of France.

The weather was great, cold and crisp and sunny, ideal skiing conditions and the four of us were quite adept skiers, able to take on most levels of slopes available, Graeme was probably the best amongst us, and as luck or providence would have it the one who ended up injuring himself. On top of that, the fall and injury ended up being quite severe which is unusual these days with the high tech equipment and quick-release bindings that are supplied with the skis.

Anyway he ended up with a compound fracture in his left leg which required surgery to fix and reset the bones with a titanium pin and splint. After he recovered he was quite proud that he had such a hi-tech in-plant in his leg which he claimed somehow made him half an android, (Haha).

So I decided to visit him on the second day after his operation to try and raise his morale and perk his spirits up as he felt a little down and embarrassed being that he’d had the accident and was supposed to be the better skier and all.

That’s why I found myself in the hospital, a sprawling institution with about 800 beds on ten floors.
I approached the reception to find where Graeme was and how to get to his room.

The reception was ‘manned’ by three attractive women, I walked up to the one in the middle who at that moment was looking down into a book or file. In this position she was displaying a fair amount of cleavage. I took advantage of her disposition and grabbed a quick look down her blouse. Wow, what I saw was a pretty pink lacy bra encasing her beautiful titties and an expanse of titty flesh.

Well things were looking up!

Following the directions she gave me I made my way to the lift lobby to head up to the 7th floor.

It was mid-morning and the hospital wasn’t really busy yet with visitors. Only two other people got in. One got off at the next floor. At the second floor an attractive woman got in, I saw she was a doctor as she had a stethoscope around her neck, a white coat and a name badge over her right titty. Dr. Sharon Wilson. “Well Dr Wilson you are indeed, a sight to raise anyone’s mood”, I thought. I gave her a friendly smile and then turned my attention to my phone.

I was looking at my phone, going through the pictures that I had taken on our ski trip to show Graeme, when all of a sudden the flash went off. I hadn’t been playing with the camera but it’s funny how something like that can happen, a little embarrassing and then you end up seeing the serendipity of it all.

I apologised to everyone in the elevator for the sudden flash and thought nothing of it.

When I got off the elevator at the seventh floor I quickly checked my camera to see if it had captured anything or whether I should just ‘bin’ the blurred image that would undoubtedly be there if a picture had been inadvertently snapped.

To my chagrin and delight it had captured an image and the image, as it happened, was sharply in focus. What had the camera snapped?

When I oriented the picture to an angle I could recognise I realised I was looking up a skirt and there were her legs encased in navy blue stockings, her bare leg above the stocking tops was visible and her white lacy panties. Wow. I couldn’t have got a better shot if I’d tried.

The floor in the elevator was obviously shiny enough to reflect the flash upwards and catch whatever was visible and accessible, and it certainly had. Well Dr Sharon Wilson you just made my day with your sexy legs, stockings and alluring lacy panties.

It was with these thoughts in mind that I walked into Graeme’s room with a broad grin plastered across my face.
Well, I was pleased to see Graeme, though still in some pain from the operation he was in reasonable spirits. We made small talk and I showed him the pictures from our ski trip plus some of them showing the mountain rescue crew taking him down the mountain. But the piece de resistance I left for last.

I tried to build up the tension saying I had something special to show him. I drew proceedings out, made a corny drum roll and then showed him the image trapped on my phone. He was shocked and asked when and how I had got it.

“You’re not going to believe this but I ‘took’ it only 20 minutes ago.” And where did I get it? Coming up in the elevator!

“You’re sh*tting me.”

“It’s the truth, trust me,”

“Who was she?” He asked. “Oh some really great looking doctor, a Dr. Wilson, Sharon Wilson.”

“No, you’re messing with me, she was my surgeon!”

“Really?” Well you had a real babe fix you up. I should be so lucky.”

And then retracted that statement. “No I’ll rephrase that, I should be so lucky to be able to meet her on social occasions not here, unless I am snapping an upskirt of her!”

“Could you send me a copy of that, I’d love to have it. You never know when it could come in handy.”
“Sure, I’ll send it to you. No problem.”

We continued to talk when a nurse came in to check on Graeme.
She was a looker, too. “Are all the women who work here babes?” I uttered, a little too loudly, so she heard and blushed, but didn’t say anything.

She buffed up his pillow, took a note of his vitals from the monitor and asked what his pain level was like and whether he required any pain medication.

Graeme declined the offer, but jokingly asked the nurse, her name was Christine, if she’d mind giving him a bed bath as he felt a little sweaty or sticky.

She made a comment that he was a ‘naughty’ boy and must have been playing with himself if he was sticky.
“Well, nurse I would not have to if you would come and play with me.”

Tut, tut Graeme, be good and you may just get a surprise later.”

Well the friendly banter continued in this frame as she busied herself around him. She then tried to raise the level of the bed. There was supposed to a remote to do this but for some reason it wasn’t responding. She bent down to see if something was stopping it. She saw that the corner of Graeme’s blanket had caught in the mechanism.

At this point she squatted down to get a better purchase on the offending material.

What I saw when she was in this position were her legs parted far enough for me to see what was up her tunic, and she too was wearing stockings, this time black and light pink panties covering her delectable pussy.

Wow, the stars must be in some special alignment, maybe I should buy a raffle ticket!

She realised she was incapable of releasing the blanket on her own so she went to look for additional assistance.
Christine returned a few minutes later with another very attractive nurse, a brunette, lean and slender but taller than she was, her name tag said Abby.

Wow, this hospital was obviously blessed with no end of talent. I thought
They both squatted down this time to try and loosen the blanket from the mechanism.

Their efforts finally paid off but not before their exertions had caused both to spread their legs so I got to see Christine’s pink panties gain and Abby’s pale blue thong, which was having a hard time covering her modesty and the quite delicious charms that lay between her legs.

It hadn’t been easy for them to release the blanket but as a result I had been gifted with the such a tremendous view they provided and for at least a minute or two!

I didn’t want to tell Graeme what I had just witnessed as I didn’t want to make him feel bad as he had missed out on it, and in any case there was that ‘promise’ that Christine had made to him earlier.

However, you can guess the first thing I did when I left. I headed straight to the nearest newsagent to buy a ticket in that night’s Powerball!

Oh, well I didn’t win anything but I was certainly blessed with some astonishing visual memories.

Upskirt Opportunities
 

There is an abundance of opportunities out there to see the glorious sight of an upskirt. The sexy legs, then rising higher above the knees, the thighs and finally at the apex of her legs her sexy, skimpy panties covering her natural charms, her pussy, her sex, the centre of her sexual desire, source of her pleasure. :D

This and more is the focus that we seek out when we look up women’s skirts and dresses. When we will them to part their legs, open their knees expose their thighs and reveal their panties it gives us such a thrill, so much pleasure, and they subconsciously comply it makes it all worthwhile.

But we need to be level headed about this. It is a wonderful thing when we get to see these wonderful hidden treasures, but taking advantage of fortunate situations and being in the right place and the right time is a talent that one can pick up and become better at with time. Many sightings are indeed down to chance, but planning and anticipation play a big part too.

The utilisation of technology and other tools is fraught with risk these days as more and more these activities are being criminalised, and being caught carries with it heavy penalties. Therefore I say, be patient, bide your time and with patience comes reward. ;)

There are many opportunities and places to look out for and expect or anticipate the awaited goal of seeing up a woman’s skirt and gaining that illicit sighting, her panties, her knickers, her undies, her intimate apparel,
Let me name a few.

Certainly with the onset of warm weather it brings out the girls, they venture out and cover up their bodies less. They wear shorter skirts and dresses, of thinner material. All to our advantage.

Parks at the weekend are excellent places to stroll through looking for that elusive eye-catching confluence of morale raising revelation, a young lady’s knickers.

In the city centres those little parks and expanses of grass where people congregate at lunchtime are equally excellent venues to witness the beauty that nature wishes to share with us. A bush nestled between two juxtaposed uprights. :D

The city square especially if there are steps, is another magnet for women to settle and indiscreetly display their ‘attractions’

Escalators are good places to peek up skirts but be wary of people watching you go about your activities here.
On windy days there are extra opportunities to see an unfortunate beauty have her modesty revealed. One should be aware that certain corners within the city centres become a particular focus for ‘wind tunnels’ and are more likely to provide the sights you seek.

Learn how to look without leering, glimpse without glaring, observe without ogling and peek without perving. :eek:

If a woman indiscreetly bares her legs who are you not to notice? If she inadvertently parts her knees while squatting down are you not expected to show appreciation of nature’s beauty? If the wind ruffles her wardrobe who are you to ignore serendipity? :)

When inside, airports offer the chance slip to display that which is normally hidden. Sporting venues can promise much in the way of glimpses not to be overlooked but taken advantage of.

Then there are waiting rooms, medical clinics or the dentist when people sit facing each other and young mums are often present with their children. While they are busy fussing over their children they may not be overly careful of their own propriety. Be ready, be alert and attentive to the situation and you will be rewarded.

If you are mindful of all I have said then your chances will definitely be enhanced and multiplied. You will be happier as you will find success more frequently, and success breeds confidence which in turn breeds more success.

Go out, have fun and succeed in your quest. :cool:

All good, but a bit unbelievable how anyone can be that lucky. But the phone pic in elevator has taken the piss. Surely this needs to go in the fiction section?

Some of his stories seem plausible, but he lost me at his foot massages in the shoe store. No respectable place would let an employee feel up random customers like that.

So I had to go get a Covid test, the only problem being that the closest test site with an opening was about 45 miles away. It was a bit of a drive, but the whole process was pretty quick, which was nice, but I had a lot on my mind. I had to stop by the bank and it was a small parking lot and it took a sec just to get in, but I am backing into a spot. I knew it was a bit windy, but not how strong it was. The cute blonde comes walking toward my car and she has on a very lightweight summer dress, and i saw that it was flappy around already and at the moment when the thought crossed my mind “I wonder if the wind will help me out here” boom! the whole thing shoots up and some very colorful bikini panties were on full display. She kind of pushed it back down but just kept walking, and as she was walking toward me I got a great frontal shot and right as she passes, I’m keeping my eye on her, the back flips up again I get a great shot of her tight ass.

As everything has been on lockdown and being in a situation where I have to get tested, it’s been tough and so this felt almost like a little reward. I was very thrilled and while waiting for the ATM the women using it while I was there had on a skirt as well, but the material was obviously heavier, but still fluttered and it was no wonder that light summer dress couldn’t stand up to that wind. Thought it was nice to have something to share.

Windy Day
 

I’ve recently started taking an evening course at my local college to learn French. French is such a sexy language, nor only to speak but it even sounds salacious.

There is one splendid young lady on the course named Natalie who is around 19 years old. Natalie is about 5 feet 8, perfect build, slim yet curvy in the right places. She had brown curly hair and the most stunning dark eyes imaginable. When she’s speaking French properly with that sexy accent of hers it’s really something!

Last Tuesday was quite a breezy day, not especially warm, more of an autumnal day really. Natalie came to college in a mid-thigh length grey pleated skirt, which she wore with a black top and black tights. Whilst I watched her walk across the forecourt area towards the entrance, I noticed a small ladder on the back of her calf. She always seems to dress well, so a ladder on her tights looked rather out of place on her.

She wasn’t carrying a handbag, but instead had two large folders in her hands, needed for the lesson. On realizing it was rather breezy, she transferred both folders under her right arm and just about managed to cling on to them, whilst securing the hem of her skirt with her left hand as the breeze gusted about her.

Natalie was sitting opposite me during the lesson when she noticed the ladder in her tights. At first she tried to pull the material to the side to make it less obvious and to lessen the damage. This didn’t work, and as the lecturer started speaking she continued to struggle and fiddle about with the tights and by the time we broke for a toilet break after an hour the hole had grown all the way from her ankle to her knee and there were threads of material hanging off.

Somewhat inevitably, Natalie returned from the ladies’ with bare legs and sat through the second hour of the class in relative comfort, with her curvy, tanned legs now on display. The hour couldn’t go quickly enough for me, I knew she’d have to cross the forecourt again and with bare legs instead of dark tights, the possibilities grew.

Somewhat forgetfully at the end of the lecture, she walked down the stairs holding the folders in both hands. Sensing an opportunity, I followed her down, and will forever be indebted to the fellow classmate who, like a true gent, held the door open for her. The wind had appreciably picked up since the beginning of the class. There would be no teasing with this one, the hem of her skirt didn’t even flutter as she stepped outside into the fresh air. The back just flipped up vertically, completely exposing two bare cheeks and a black lacy thong! :)

Natalie was oblivious for a couple of seconds before suddenly realizing what was happening – at which point she dropped her folders. Bits of paper flew everywhere, and I, along with several others took pity on her and gathered them all up. She was smiling when I gave her the two bits I’d grabbed and I heard her say “Thanks guys, think the wind blew the folders out of my hand”

Er……..yes! :D