Morning Commute
 

I just had to write and share this with you all out there. :)

I work in the CBD of a large major city, so I catch the train in daily, it’s usually a twenty-minute commute, 25 minutes door to door. I try to get the 7:45 train, that way it’s still possible to catch a seat.

I got to the station with time to spare, checked out my phone (mobile) for anything interesting. Then the train rolls into the station. I aim to get on at the front carriage, that way I’m closest to the escalator and exit.

I enter the carriage and start scanning for any empty seats, then I completely change my mind, for sitting, I should say perched on the edge of her seat is a pretty brunette, in her late twenties. She is dressed all in black. Black jacket, top, boots and tights/pantihose, and of course a black leather skirt, which at best probably only came halfway down her thighs. (It’s difficult to gauge when they’re sitting.)

She’s busy perusing her phone, but what caught my eye, as it would any of you, was the white triangle that greeted me. In her haste to sit down she had not exercised sufficient care and her skirt had bunched up to the top of her thighs. To make matters worse (better?) she had placed her tote bag on the floor between her legs, so her thighs were nicely parted preventing her from hiding her modesty. :D

I had this wonderful sight, the white of her cotton panties peering through the black tights. The shape of the subtle bulge of her panties suggested all sorts of possibilities and allowed for the imagination to work overtime. It was, indeed, a sight to warmup any man in the morning.

She was so preoccupied with her phone that not a thought sprung to mind that, perhaps, she had a wardrobe failure. All to my advantage, as I was able to indulge myself and enjoy the scene for the duration of my journey.

She did at one point try to adjust her sitting posture, but not enough to remove the picture she was presenting. Those panties were on view for the full 20 minutes, in all their simple beauty and glory.

It occurs to me I may have seen and have knowledge about something that even her husband does not know about. Just staring at her sexy mound behind those white panties, constrained by her tight pantihose gets the synapses firing and the neurons working. Is it possible she and her husband had a quick f*ck this morning, his hard p*nis pounding hard in her pussy? Or, maybe, they were so taken by passion at breakfast that he took her over the breakfast table? She could even still have his jism inside her! :)

I have no idea who she is or even her name, but I thank her for making my day. I certainly arrived at the office with a spring in my step and an added joie de vivre.

Stay vigilant, good luck in your quest! ;)

Ya, they are the "norm" in a lot of the world. And they are super common among the generations younger than Millennials. But my GenX friends are like "safety shorts? hell I don't even wear underwear under my skirts and dresses. It defeats the purpose!" My wife thinks safety shorts are super silly, thankfully. I would be bummed if the wind caught her skirt and she didn't give a group of bystanders a show!

Safety shorts should be outlawed

Sweet summer beginning
 

A couple of days ago, we had a small barbecue party in a friend’s backyard, maybe a dozen people or so. We had beers, grilled meat, and some desserts. One of the wives there—let’s call her Mimi—was part of the crew.

Mimi was wearing this comfy one-piece dress, tight up top to show off her curves, and from the waist down, it flared out like a pleated skirt, the hem hitting about a fist above her knees.
Why bring her up? Well, at one point, we ran out of ice, so Mimi and I headed to the kitchen to grab a new batch.

The fridge was one of those older models with the freezer up top. We split the tasks: she’d scoop the ice while I grabbed some fresh beers from a stash on the floor across from the fridge. I picked up a few cans, turned around, and realized my line of sight was right at Mimi’s knee level. She had her back to me, and I could see the smooth lines of her thighs disappearing under the hem of her skirt, teasingly out of reach.

I asked if she needed help, and she said she was good—love that response. So, I quietly ducked my head lower, taking a bold chance in the empty living room to peek up her skirt. My eyes traced up her sleek legs, the faint light filtering through her light-colored dress giving me just enough visibility. There it was: Mimi’s yellow panties, snug and cotton, super homey vibes. I even caught a small damp spot—maybe she didn’t wipe thoroughly after a bathroom break. The fabric hugged her curves perfectly, revealing just enough to make out the delicate outline of her most private area, softly lit under the thin dress.

I didn’t linger too long since she was done grabbing the ice. We headed back to the backyard like nothing happened, but I’d just stolen a glimpse of a secret view no one else would’ve seen in that kitchen.

Man I can't tell you how many times I got panty blocked by safety pants.
Specially if you have a colleague who you always wanted to get a good upskirt. All that anticipation building up and only to find out when you get the chance that they are wearing shorts.

But in a way it adds a big thrill as if ever one of those women you always see wearing those safety pants skip a day not wearing the shorts and give you a good well deserved panty shot!

I also noticed because they wear those safety pants usually they are confident wearing much much sexier panties.

Like my wife would say she does not care if her panties don't match her dark skirt she would still wear white, lace, skimpy panties as they would be covered by the safety shorts anyway. So in my mind if they are wearing safety pants they must be wearing super delicious white panties !

Also it makes you think if you are a fan of the EUF genre, those women used to wearing safety shorts.. they are the one who really hates getting their panties exposed right? So now imagine if they were put in a situation that their safety pants would be useless or like they forgot to wear it that day and they accidentally give a good panty flash? they will be most likely catastrophically embarrassed !

Through skirt story
 

So went to watch my grand daughter dance the other night on the big stage - as the years final performance.

Sitting in the dark theatre, people would scurry in and out between performances as usual. As the temperatures have started to climb in our area, there were a lot of moms in their thin summer dresses, that I had admired before the show. Thinking it was so nice to see them in their dresses. A lot were opting to go braless.

Well a lucky surprise as I sat in the isle seat, the ushers would shine their flashlights for the people entering the dark theatre and running up the stairs to find their seats but with the light behind them, it would shine right through their sun dresses and provide me a great silhouette of the young mom bodies underneath as they came toward me.

It Was better than the show itself…

Supervisor
 

I have this supervisor, late forties, pushing fifty, with a slightly plump figure, probably around 140 pounds. She usually rocks pantsuits at work, but with the heat the past couple of days, she switched to a navy-blue suit with a tight skirt that barely covered her knees, showing off a bit of thigh. The way her hips swayed in those high heels as she walked was quite the sight.

In the afternoon, I needed her to sign some documents, so I knocked on her office door. She’d taken off her blazer and was squatting on the floor, working on a large poster. She glanced up, saw it was me, casually asked what I needed, and went back to focusing on the stuff on the ground. I crouched down beside her to hand over the papers.

That’s when I noticed her squatting position left her thighs parted right in front of me. She wasn’t clamping them tightly, so I could see straight up her skirt along the soft inner curves of her thighs. There, nestled snugly, was a pair of pale green panties, hugging her most intimate area. The fabric clung just right, revealing the faint outline of her plump labia, with a subtle seam running down the center, teasingly visible in the dim light filtering through her skirt. It was an enticing, private glimpse of her tender flesh, perfectly framed by the delicate underwear.

She’s not exactly a knockout, but as someone I see up close every day, it was a special moment. Sadly, she hasn’t worn a skirt again in the days since, which is a shame because I’m kind of obsessed with the style of those panties.

Thanks for sharing this.

This is why I am more into the panty upskirt thing than the pantyless one! There is something about a womens privates that is wrapped in a very fine tight panty!

I also prefer seeing panties over a girl going commando. That hidden piece of fabric under everyday clothes says so much more about a girl’s true personality and preferences.

A sharp, professional business suit might be for making a polished impression, but the cute, pink cartoon panties underneath reveal what she really loves.

Or maybe she wears plain tops and simple long skirts to keep things low-key, only for it to be paired with sultry, lacy, see-through panties.
That kind of contrast is probably what a lot of people are chasing, right?

I agree that seeing panties in an upskirt is great but for me, and I suspect many others, seeing her pussy is a win.

I had to go to home depot to pick up a ceiling fan. I was walking around after looking at them to think about which one I wanted. I was an isle over looking at some lights when this hot young lady came in. The first thing I noticed was she was wearing a short skirt. I saw her bend a little looking at some light bulbs on a lower shelf. I moved to the other side of the isle hoping to see what was under that skirt. She raised up and I didn't get to see a thing. I followed her as she went down an isle looking at shades. It looked like she found what she wanted and there were no people around to help her, but one of those ladders was right there. She tried to move it and it was locked down. She climbed up the ladder and then to reach the box she wanted she put one foot on the shelf. I couldn't resist. I walked up and went by her. She was wearing a white thong and I got a full crotch shot!!!.

"Happy" 4th of July
 

I’m not sure how many of you are American, but July 4th just passed, and I hope everyone had a great Independence Day. As usual, a lot of families get together for barbecues, beers, and reunions on this day. My family headed to my cousin’s place, and among them was my other cousin Lily, the star of this little story.

Lily and I have a bit of an age gap. Back when I was a teenager, she was already stunning, providing me with plenty of memorable upskirt moments. She loves wearing skirts, though not the super short ones that show off a lot of thigh—usually knee-length, sometimes a tad shorter.

That day, she wore a sleeveless gray dress paired with a white T-shirt underneath. Since Lily and her husband live close by, I picked them up on the way to save parking space at my cousin’s place. As soon as she got in the car, I caught a glimpse of her charming dress through the rearview mirror. She climbed in first, then shifted to make room for her husband, her thighs parting briefly. I caught a flash of black and white between her legs—not super clear, but I assumed it was black panties, maybe with white wings from a sanitary pad since she might’ve been on her period.

When we got to my cousin’s house, everyone was in the backyard grilling, drinking beers, and hanging out. Lily sat directly across from me, but she was super conscious about keeping one hand pressed over the triangular space where her skirt met her thighs. I stared for ages, itching with anticipation, but she was always just a fraction away from revealing anything.

Finally, my cousin’s wife came out with a tray of cookies, asking if anyone wanted some. Lily’s attention shifted as she turned to check out the tray, and her legs relaxed, parting a few inches. My eyes darted straight to the prize. At the end of her gorgeous inner thighs was a pair of cotton panties, and what I’d mistaken for black and white in the car was actually a bold zebra-stripe pattern. The black-and-white stripes hugged her curves tightly, the fabric clinging to her intimate area in a way that screamed wild, animalistic allure. The sunlight caught the soft cotton just right, highlighting the snug fit and teasing the faint outline of her shape beneath, making the moment even more tantalizing.

Hilariously, I must’ve been too obvious, because my wife, sitting next to me, smacked my thigh and hissed at me to stop staring so blatantly. I teased her back, saying, “Well, why don’t you flash something for Lily’s husband to make it fair?” Her skirt was way shorter than Lily’s, but I hadn’t paid much attention to whether she’d had any slip-ups that day. I’ll have to ask her about it later.

Not Technically an Upskirt But
 

This wasn't an upskirt but I did get a great view of some black panties.

It was very hot the other day so we decided to go for a pub lunch, while we were there a group of 3 women turned up an sat at the table near us. One of the women was wearing a pink see-through dress with a baggy t-shirt over it, you could clearly see a tattoo through the dress.

They checked out the menu and then 2 of them got up to go inside the pub to order, when they came back the woman in the see-through dress climbed over to sit on the bench seat and as she did i got a great view of the gusset of her black thong panties :D

My in-laws spent a few days with us. When they were leaving yesterday and my MIL was getting into their car she was not careful at all and swung one leg in then the other giving a fraction of a second open leg upskirt view. I did not get a great look but they were plain probably cotton blue panties that did not show anything.

Looking forward for that story, hopefully :D

Does up-shorts count?
 

Our neighbors travel a lot and use the Rover app to find dog sitters. This usually means when they are gone there’s a random person living across the street from us. On many occasions it’s been decent looking gals.

They’re on vacation now and I received a text from him yesterday asking if I had time to go look at the tv situation in their guest room as the dog sitter couldn’t figure out how to use the cable. I said sure of course and he said he’d let her know I was coming. I headed over expecting an older person as is the case occasionally and since they couldn’t figure out how to work the tv. The door was answered by a girl in her early 20s. Very cute face. Brown hair and a tank top and some very short black shorts. We said hello and I headed to the bedroom. Her stuff was all over the place, including some bras and panties which was hot. She sat on a loveseat in the corner while I went to work. We made some small talk and at some point I glanced over and noticed she had pulled her legs up onto the couch and sat cross legged. Her tan thighs looked nice but starkly contrasted against the black of her shorts was her pink panties. A few more casual glances and I could make out her inner thigh connecting to her crotch covered by the panties. Unfortunately the tv was a quick fix. She just had the source set to the wrong thing. She popped up to see me out thanking me. Haven’t gone ten minutes without thinking about it since.

This made me so horny. I love the anticipation of getting to know the color of their panties.

Also another thing whenever I see pantyliners under the panties whenever I get to take a pic. It gets me even hornier. I guess the candidness of the panty liner makes it more thrilling. Don't you agree?

Too bad, I asked my wife, and she said she was too caught up enjoying the sunshine, booze, and good food that day to notice anyone’s stares. But knowing the crowd, I’d bet there were at least a few nice views to catch. After all, her skirt barely covered half her thighs, and when she sat down, her butt was practically spilling out. She was wearing gray cotton panties—maybe not the sexiest style, but they definitely stood out under her light yellow denim mini skirt.

I was one of the first in the office every day, I was at my desk when Gina came in, she stopped by my office for a chat. I noticed something, so I asked her, "did you mean to wear black panties with a light yellow skirt?" Gina looked down and said "oh damn", and left my office.

I saw her a few minutes later, no black panties showing through. She said "that will give you something to think about today".

I told her "that will give me something to think about the rest of the year",

Last night after work, I went out to dinner with a few colleagues. At the table next to us was a group of young women, probably in their early to mid-twenties. One of them, a tall and slender girl, caught my eye. She was wearing a tight white short-sleeve top that hugged her curves, the outline of her bra clearly visible. A sliver of her toned waist peeked out, and she had on a long denim skirt that reached past her knees, but it had a long slit up the front-left side. Sitting there, nearly her entire left thigh was exposed, drawing my attention.

I kept up with the chatter and laughter at our table, but my eyes kept drifting to her legs, hoping for a moment when she’d shift and I’d catch a glimpse of something more. She kept her legs crossed, though, expertly guarding the mysterious space between them.

Then she suddenly got up to head to the restroom. I missed my chance to see anything and kicked myself, staring toward the bathroom, waiting for her to return. When she did, I was ready, watching as she walked back slowly, her steps making the skirt sway, her long, slender legs quickening my pulse.
The moment she went to sit down was pure gold. She reached for her bag on the chair, lifting one leg to step under the table. The slit in her skirt parted wide, and I swallowed hard, my eyes locked on the soft, tender skin of her inner thigh. As she sat down, there it was—a fleeting glimpse of peach-pink fabric nestled between her legs, her panties perfectly framed by the open slit. The LED mood lighting under the table cast a soft glow, illuminating every detail of that intimate flash, making the delicate outline of the fabric pop against her skin. It was a heart-stopping moment, brief but electric.

She quickly crossed her legs again, but that gorgeous leg, still framed by the slit, kept pulling my gaze. We left before their table did, and I couldn’t help but think—if I were ten years younger, I might’ve mustered the nerve to ask for her number.

Panties are nice. So is Commando, especially when there is a bit of bush.

This time, it wasn’t me catching an upskirt—it was watching someone else catch a glimpse of my wife’s. She was wearing a casual gray mini skirt, barely reaching halfway down her thighs. We were at her uncle’s house, which is laid out like this: you enter through a foyer, which leads to a small sitting area with a sofa and a coffee table. Past an archway is the main living room. We left our coats and bags on the sofa in the sitting area, and the guest bathroom is right there too.

I’d just stepped out to use the bathroom. When I opened the door, I saw my wife in the sitting area, bent over, rummaging through her bag. She wasn’t bending her knees, her waist at nearly a right angle, the hem of her skirt riding high, practically flashing her gorgeous ass, perfectly hugged by her tiny panties, to anyone who might be behind her.

And sure enough, someone was there—her cousin, her uncle’s son. It was dim where I stood, tucked around the corner, so he probably didn’t notice me. But there he was, frozen, staring straight at my wife’s upskirt, his mouth slightly agape, practically drooling.

My wife found what she was looking for, straightened up, and turned around. Her cousin snapped back to normal, they exchanged quick hellos, and he bolted up the stairs to the second floor while she headed back to the living room.

On the drive home, I lifted her skirt to check out her panties for the day, then told her what happened in the sitting area. She was shocked—she had no idea anyone was watching. Her cousin’s in his early twenties, and I bet that view was more than enough to keep him buzzing that night.

So, a colleague at our office quit, and HQ sent an HR rep to wrap things up. She’s this young woman, probably new to the job, rocking a sharp silver-gray suit with a skirt ending three to five inches above the knee. When she was talking to the colleague, she was standing by the desk, bending over. I caught a glimpse of the backs of her smooth, tender thighs under her skirt, and I was already swallowing hard. But, you know, you don’t mess with HR.

Later, I was hauling some boxes of files up from downstairs when I ran into her at the corner. We chatted a bit, and she asked if I needed help. I told her it was fine—the boxes were heavy as hell, so I just asked her to hold the door upstairs for me.

Man, young people have some energy. She practically bounced up the stairs. Pure instinct kicked in, and as she turned the corner, I looked up. There, under her suit skirt, was a nice look of a gray panties (I think, stairwell lighting is pretty dim). I wished she could just walk slower a bit, so the gap between her steps could be longer for me to enjoy the view.

When I was looking back in the office from a distance, her calves looked so smooth and fair that I thought she was wearing stockings. But nope, up close, I saw she wasn’t. Gotta say, sometimes I just can't help myself but jealous of that youthful skin.

I had three scenarios happen within 20 minutes of each other!

At the house, my wife was on the couch while the neighbor stopped by. My wife lifted her leg to pull her skirt down and accidentally flashed her light blue panties. The look on the neighbor's face was amazing, and my wife had no idea what she had just done. She stands up because we are about to leave, flashing her panties AGAIN as she struggled to stand up from the couch!

Then my wife and I leave for a local small lake. We park, get out of the car, and a bf/gf couple in their late teens is walking towards us. The gf had a tiny skirt on. I assumed it was a sport skirt with shorts connected to it, but just then they were joking around and she lifted her leg to simulate a karate kick towards her bf and her light yellow panties with some print on them were totally exposed. She realized what she had done, and her face turned red as a tomato while she stared at me as we walked by.

Then we go around the corner, see some people in paddle boats. Woman in her 30s taking tons of photos while she paddles the boat...her bright red shiny panties on display up her black and white dress for everyone she paddled past in the boat.

I haven't seen an upskirt in quite a while, just for three to happen within minutes.

Weirdly enough, there always seemed to be more upskirt opportunities in the days before smartphones. Probably because women were less on guard, and the internet wasn't around to tell them all the things guys are up to.

Still, so many of my best memories are from that time. One of my first jobs was working in a grocery store, stocking the shelves and moving random boxes wherever the manager wanted them. She was a tall woman, with brown hair and a curvy, but fit, body. She almost always wore professional flowing skirts that came down to her knee.

Well, one day, being the young guy I was, I noticed how focused she was as the annual corporate inspection was approaching. She had me running around doing whatever she needed. When I came back to tell her I'd finished, I noticed she was on a ladder dusting the top of the employee lockers. Her back was to me, and she had no idea I was there.

So, I crouched down and had a look up her skirt.

She was wearing a blue bikini panties that were giving her a slight wedgie from her walking around all day. The cotton fabric was tight around her pussy, because I could just make out the outline of her lips. I honestly couldn't tell you how long I stayed down there. It could've been ten seconds, could've been a whole five minutes. She just didn't notice.

Eventually, not wanting to get caught, I stood back up and pretended to walk in for the first time. She was surprised and thanked me for my work.

I also love the crouched down and look up so much. It all began with the very first time I looked up my mom's many years ago.
Love your story so much.

Your story reminds me of a scene from a movie on the internet. The actress was also dusting the top of the shelf. Skirt's length is also around the knee. Purple panties. Enjoy the screenshots to supplement the story :p.

Oh wow! That does seem to fit the description, although that place is MUCH nicer than anywhere in the store where I worked. Although, tbh, I'm not sure there's a single upskirt scenario the Japanese haven't made a video of.

A few days ago, I went with my wife to a trendy brunch spot that’s super popular, packed with young women dressed to impress, snapping pics of their food for Instagram. We were seated at a small two-person table, surrounded by other young folks.

At a table diagonally behind my wife, there was a young couple, maybe in their early twenties, speaking Korean. The woman was facing me. The tables had no tablecloths, and they were close enough that everything under them was in plain view—including her gorgeous, fair legs. She was wearing a khaki plaid mini skirt, kinda Burberry-esque but I’m not sure, since I’m not big on designer brands. Her legs were crossed toward the other side, so while chatting with my wife, my eyes couldn’t help but wander over there.

After a while, she must’ve gotten tired, because she switched which leg was crossed. I caught a fleeting glimpse of white and lavender—gone in a second, such a shame. Since they’d arrived earlier, the guy got up with the bill. That’s when she got careless: she swung one leg out from under the table to stand, but got distracted rummaging through her bag. Her thighs parted, and for a solid thirty seconds, I had a clear view of her panties—white with lavender trim, some writing on them I couldn’t quite make out, probably something like Victoria’s Secret.

I’m super grateful for this late-summer heatwave we had after the break. The weather’s been scorching, and so many women, including my wife, have been rocking short skirts. Seeing her flash her panties or knowing other guys might catch a glimpse under her skirt gets me so fired up. Hope you guys feel the same!

Library Assistant
 

We'ed collected the "Returned Books", carted them into the Stock Room, and sorted them out ready for stacking. As we loaded them onto the trolley, my companion, a 20 something, blonde, single parent, said she didn't want to be late as she had a Date who was picking her up fom the Car Park. I shoved the trolley to the first rack and she seized the largest tranch of tomes, clutching them to her torso as she squatted down on her 4" stilettos. Out popped her nipples from her black and red trimmed shelf-bra, clearly visible through her sheer, plunging white blouse. "Stand in front of me." she begged as she swivelled on her toes, her legs now wide apart. "Why?" I asked. "There's perverts in here" she stated. "They come from Spoonfeeders just to look at us girls!" "But I can see straight up your mini-skirt ! Black nylons. Black suspenders trimmed with red, and a matching black and red thong ! Just like your Bra !" "Ah. But you're a decent, Married bloke with kids." she intoned, a fine pair of hanging tits displayed as she crouched, kneeling to push the Volumes further along the shelf.

That almost reads like fiction.

Sad
 

I can assure you I was amazed. The Women Assistants were very "exclusive", not wanting to work with a semi-retired Bloke. So I was unable to get a Full-Time Post. Suddenly, due to illness causing absence, I found myself working alongside one of the more acceptable women. The "incident" was well worth the "agro", even though I didn't stay there too long afterwards ! Other "work rotor events" were even stranger, with "seniors" abandoning their Posts to ready themselves for an "After Work Girls Party", leaving "Job-Experience-Teenagers" to run the place, whilst they "got-made-up" in the Ladies Locker Room ! And, as the only Bloke, I used to get asked to accompany them to the Car Park after the Evening Shift, because of "A Gathering of Youths" in the Town Centre.

As the weather starts to cool down, you’ve got to seize every chance to catch the few girls still willing to wear skirts. Last week, we had a few surprisingly hot days, and when I went grocery shopping with my wife, I was thrilled to spot another woman in a short skirt. She was a young mom, blonde with fair skin, wearing a spaghetti-strap tank top and a small backpack, pushing a cart with a kid, maybe two or three years old, sitting in it. She was making funny faces to keep the kid giggling. I even made a goofy face at the kid as I passed by.

When she got to the frozen section, checking out chicken thighs and breasts, she leaned over the cart, one hand resting on it, her body turned slightly. The hem of her skirt lifted high on one side, revealing the cutest little panties underneath—gray, snug, and hugging her curves perfectly. Her ass was firm and round, not sagging at all, paired with her slim, toned legs. It was a sight that left me feeling pretty damn good inside.

With the internet’s rise and the loosening of conservative norms, people can easily find all sorts of explicit content online. It feels like fewer and fewer people get a thrill from something as simple as an upskirt moment in everyday life, like I do. I love this thread and want to keep it alive and buzzing.

A couple of afternoons ago, I took my wife to a cozy nearby café, where soft music played in the background. We ordered a small cake and some drinks, settling in for a relaxing time. The café had a quaint little nook with two comfy armchairs and a low coffee table between them. My wife was wearing a short, tight skirt, and as she sat on the armchair, her slender, pale legs were on full display—a sight I adore. When she didn’t cross her legs, I could catch glimpses of her yellow panties underneath. I’m sure others passing by could see it too, their eyes darting to the flash of color between her thighs.

I love upskirts, and there’s something exhilarating about knowing the woman by my side is unknowingly—or maybe knowingly—giving others a peek. The thrill of catching other men stealing glances at my wife’s legs, thinking no one notices their lingering stares, sends a rush of excitement through me that’s hard to describe.

Even though I can see whatever I want online every day, nothing beats seeing something very simple in real life. I can look at downblouse pics all day long, but seeing even a HINT of downblouse in real life is 10000x more exciting. Even seeing a woman simply braless IRL is so much more exciting. I am not really into upskirts all that much, but I have noticed that I have been getting views up my wife's sister's dresses and skirts way more often as she's getting more careless these days, and I don't mind getting a view now and then.

Mum frames her panties
 

A couple of Sundays ago it was unseasonably warm, this is always a golden opportunity to bring women out dressed to reveal their intimate wear.

I went for a walk to a local park where I was not disappointed. :D There were many families in attendance and the vast majority in attendance were dressed in summer frocks or dresses which would afford me every chance to catch a wonderful glimpse of their panties or other protected ‘goodies.’ :)

I ambled slowly through the park looking for suitable targets to focus on. A mum wearing a particularly short dress, or a woman sitting in a provocative position to invite further scrutiny. ;)

On my first pass I noticed two young mums talking to each other, each had a pram with a little toddler quietly ensconced in it. They were sitting on the grass, one had her legs crossed with her dress pulled over them, thus, hiding whatever lay below. :cool: Her friend had her knees together but raised, this had serious potential as her dress was not pulled far enough over them to hide her pretty derrière. :D As I walked past it was already clear that I could see her black panties. Her legs were not drawn sufficiently close together to deny a view of her crotch as her nates met the grass. :D

I decided to circle back to take in another glimpse of this simple vista. I performed a wide arc and returned. Mum with raised knees had raised them a little further, and I’m sure her knees had parted a little further. This provided not just a thin view of her black pantied crotch but further evidence of a very pretty pussy and muff. :)

Her friend, on the other hand, had not moved, and was still being uncooperative with her treasures.
I decided to take a seat on the grass a small distance away from where I could take in everything that would transpire. :cool:

From where I was sitting, mum with black panties continued to give me an unobstructed visual show of her black-pantied pussy. I was enjoying this immensely as extended shows were usually a rarity. Her crossed-leg girlfriend was, up to now not ‘playing ball.’

Just then there was an uncharacteristic gust of wind that ruffled the women’s hair, and some of their clothes. It was at this point that she decided to straighten her dress that was covering her knees so tidily. She grabbed it, and with what seemed an exaggerated action, lifted it clear of her legs. This afforded me a completely uninterrupted glimpse of her legs, pretty thighs, and pink panties and a very suggestive plump pussy mound. In that brief but all encompassing second I took it all in, and I’m sure I also witnessed a clear cleft or ‘camel-toe’ in her pink panties. :D

Two for the price of one, as they say. It made my afternoon constitutional all the more worth it. :)

Tell me, dear reader what didcyou get up to? ;)

This one happened completely by chance. I’d just parked and was on my way to lunch. When I turned a corner and spotted a metal staircase, sitting there, totally unguarded, was a girl who looked about twenty, a student backpack beside her, eyes glued to her phone.

She wore a black hoodie and a gray skirt that came just past her knees. Because she was sitting on the steps, the hem d****d right over them. She was so absorbed in her screen that her knees stayed apart, feet splayed in an inverted V.

How could someone with zero resistance to upskirts not look? My gaze locked in automatically, catching that slim strip of white fabric nestled between the tops of her thighs—pure, innocent, perfectly suited to her age. I slowed my pace; those few feet probably took me ten full seconds, eyes fixed on the hidden view. Good thing I was wearing loose pants, or the strain would’ve been painful.

Young moms are such an ideal target group. They’re still at that age where they want to dress cute and stylish, yet they have to pour all their energy into watching their little kids, which naturally lowers their guard over what’s under their skirts—often flashing their panties without even realizing it.

Whenever a friend brings their kid along, I pay extra close attention, waiting for the moment they bend down to tend to the child. If the skirt’s short enough, there’s a solid chance of catching a direct view underneath. The real thrill? They never notice the little maneuvers I make from behind to get the perfect angle.
:D:D:D

The weather is getting colder, so every girl still wearing a skirt feels like a rare gift.

This morning, while buying coffee, I saw an elegant woman in her mid-forties, dressed sharply. At first I thought she was wearing one of those tennis-style skirts with built-in shorts, but she had sheer black tights on, and when she bent over I could clearly see the outline of her panties. On a cold day like this, that’s dedication.

Her car was parked right outside, so I timed it and walked out just behind her. The moment she stepped in, I passed beside her and got a perfect front-row view, no shorts underneath, just full-coverage black panties under the thin tights.

I wonder if she cut the original built-in shorts out herself; most skirts like that come with them. If she did, thank you. If the designer simply left them out… thank you even more. Either way, I started the day with a smile.