Growing up we lived in an old house with a large front porch. It was made from rough cut wood and had gaps between the boards. I used to go under the porch and look up dresses and skirts of relatives and neighbors that came to visit. On Sunday there was always someone there. My mother would ask me why my clothes were so dirty. It was a good show.

Like any of my other stories (unless noted otherwise) these are all 100% true:

I remember as a kid going to the football games and going under the bleachers to look up women's skirts. I still remember looking up and seeing my friend's mom and her white panties.

More recently, the best show I've gotten in a long time was at a new year's party. This chick was dating a friend of the guy who was hosting the party and showed up in a t-shirt and short jean skirt. She was a pretty decent looking blond and had a nice thin body. Well, she got pretty fuckin' drunk, you know that point where they can't hardly sit straight up. She was sitting on the couch and she kept almost falling over from one side to the next. Pretty soon she was slide off the couch and her skirt kept riding up. A few of the guys noticed this, but we kept our mouths shut and eyes open. Eventually she started to slide even further and by now everyone (and I mean everyone) could easily see her skirt was lifted a good 3-4 inches above the crotch of her pink panties. The sliding had pulled her panties pretty tight and she had a nice camel toe going on. Finally, one of the other women said something and her boyfriend came in and got her up and took her to put some jeans on. This girl would have been terribly embarrassed, but she was too drunk to notice.

I have one last one: Last summer, I was with my wife's dad and her uncle at an Indy race. We were sitting in the field and of course there are no seats. There was this probably 20 something brunette girl wearing a little sundress behind us. Whenever she would sit in her little fold-up caming chair, I would get a totally unobstructed view of her white lace panties. She didn't really have a camel toe going on, but the panties were quite small and only covered the bare essentials. I got quite a few good looks, but I couldn't take a picture without being totally obvious. I also told my father in law and her uncle about it and they made sure they got a good look too. Honestly, I think that she knew we could see, because the view was almost too good to be unintentional.

I used to work as a babysitter watching this womans kids. One day it was really nice out and we were playing outside and she was there watching. She was sitting on the stoop, wearing a long brown skirt. She thought that it was long enough that she was covered and could sit with her legs open and not have to cross them. Boy was she wrong. It was hard for me not to stare the whole time as I had the view of her inner thighs and her crotch which was covered by striped panties.

i did english was shit but stacey wasn't in that class with me at the time so i went home during english and a few other classes.. lol

I used to volunteer at a high school doing menial labor related to technology--fixing computers and the like. There was this really sexy teacher that needed some help hooking up a microphone and a set of speakers to this podium. She was about 5'6", maybe 130 lbs and she had some dynamite legs and really milky skin. She was really hot. The day she needed help with the mic, she had on a knee-length denim skirt and a pretty conservative 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 squatted down as I sat on the floor trying to untie the knots. I tried as hard as I could to get a peek up her skirt, but her knees were absolutely glued together and her skirt was just too long, so I gave up.

After we got the coords 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 looked and saw her streatching to reach behind the podium, and 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 none the wiser and stayed in the same position, and because 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. Her turquoise panties were burned into my mind ever since. The had a lace trim and, because her thighs were so far apart because one of her legs was extended in the air, there were a lot of curly brown pubes sticking out of 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.

One of my best was as I was exiting a NYC Subway. There was a cute asian girl just ahead of me, wearing a short, flimsy skirt (they were all the rage back then). Just as we reached street level, a gust of wind blew her skirt up high, showing me her perfect thong-clad ass two feet in front of me at eye level.

my early upskirt stories?
 

Wow where do I begin? I was quite to voyuer perv as a kid (still am as an adult but I dont risk anything illegal) :)

Sunday school class, preachers gorgous teen daughter. It was a weather perfect sunny day so we are having sunday school class outside, sitting around a circle in the morning sun. She is across from me sitting on the church steps. she has on a thin, light dress that was flowing in the breeze. her butt is on one step and her high heels are on the next step down. this has her tightly closed knees elevated but from where I am sitting, I am staring right up the well lit dress to her panyhose covered pink panties. :eek: For the most of 45 minutes I watched in horny awe at her perfectness. I have been a fan of pantyhose and stockings ever since.

my sister came home from her evening job as a candy stripper at the local nursing home. She crashed on the couch still wearing that short red pinstripped dress. she curled her legs up into a fetal position and pulled an afghan cover over her. I was sitting down by her feet watching television. after she was sound asleep, i raised the end of hte afghan and there was her short uniform dress hiked up to her hip because of the position she was in, and I was staring freely at her teen ass in her silky panties covered by nude to the waist pantyhose. :p

There have been countless other brief incidents that taught me that being in the right position as a female gets out of a car can be advantageous if shes wearing a dress. Also if a woman is wearing a light colored dress and is coming in from outside, the sunlight can make her dress transparent (another church thang). miniskirts were very popular when i was in school and I've seen plenty of thigh and some panties while looking up through the handrailing as I walked by.:rolleyes:

I drive a truck sometimes and my favorite time to drive was rush hour. I know, the traffic was nerve racking but the office gals in their little skirts and dresses would make the drive worthwhile. Many had the feeling they were in a world all their own and nobody could see that they had their skirts pulled up to their waist. For some I assume they were using the time to tan their legs from the sunlight. There were a lot more skirts and dresses back then, especially during the 80's and early 90's. That is till the grunge look seeped into daily fashion and ladies stopped dressing up and wearing skirts and heels. :mad: now its mostly jeans and slacks with the occasional flash of a knee. Now I hate rush hour again. :(

There are many stories of voyuerism but this thread is mainly about upskirts so I will end it here. :D

When I was a student in Madrid, the language school where I taught had a lift (elevator) right by the spiral shaped staircase.
The lower ground floor was never used except as a storage area, so I used to go down the stairs and look upwards. The girls used to wait for the lift right by the staircase and of course couldn't see me downstairs in the darkness.
Often they had to wait several minutes for the lift to arrive, so I got lengthy views up their skirts of pantied thighs, bums, and sometimes if the girl was wearing a loose dress, a view right up as far as her bra.
Since Spanish girls tend not to shave or trim, I got lots of views of soft curly pubes peeping out too.
I can't tell you how many hours I spent down there.... enjoying myself of course!!

Is this open to wind blown skirt stories? Got a whole bunch if so!

I posted my story (not my first upskirt, but my first "squatting upskirt") and some pictures that remind me of the moment here:

https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/show...697#post492697

Yea go for it

Playboy Playmate Upskirt
 

This was not my first upskirt view, but certainly my most memorable....

I used to attend a trade show every year, and every year one of the exhibit hall booths would have a Playboy Playmate on site for several hours at a time to draw traffic. The Playmates would sign autographs and even pose for a quick picture with trade show attendees. Playmates that I met over the years included Brittany York and Jenny McCarthy (very personable), among others.

One year the Playmate doing booth duty was Stacy Sanches (PMOY 1996). As I approached the booth she was at, I saw her sitting on a tall stool out in front of the booth with her high heels hooked up on one of the higher rungs. As I got in the short line (about three people long) waiting to get her autographed picture I looked up at her and noticed that her short dress had ridden up further on her hips and that I could see very clearly all the way up her dress to her panty-covered pussy. I could see little curly hairs sticking out from around her panties (this was the mid '90's - pre-Brazilian wax days) and could even see a little bit of shape under her coral-colored cotton panties. I can remember very clearly to this day exactly what the view looked like - I could hardly take my eyes off it while I stood there, and for once, I wanted a line to move slowly! There was plenty of time to look too - I could have counted each of the pubes that stuck out.

I got her autograph on a picture (she wasn't nearly as personable as Jenny McCarthy, and her face didn't look as good as it did in the magazine - a testament to what can be done with makeup, camera angles and lighting). As I walked away, I wondered why she would be sitting like that letting anyone passing by see her goodies (she would have had to have known what she was showing), and then it hit me...of course, she didn't care because she'd already posed starkers in Playboy and been seen nude by millions. For me, though, it was still a real treat to see those coral panties with her dark brown curlies sticking out around them. Wish I could see that again sometime. Wish that I had a camera with me too, but that was back before the days of the ubiquitous digital camera.

alcohol + sl*tty outfits
 

I was walking outside this club when I saw the bouncer and a cop escort this really drunk girl out the club. She was wearing this loose wrap around blouse thing and a really short denim skirt that had ridden up so much that you could see her ass cheeks. After the other bouncers found her friend, the cops let them go and they walked away trying to find their car. The really wasted girl then falls over displaying her black panties for everyone to see. a bunch of people started to help them, and so did I. I just had some different motives. We sat the drunk girl down on the sidewalk against a building and her legs were wide open. Neither her friend nor the other chicks who were helping cared to pull down her skirt, which was at her waste at this point.

The friend had on this even shorter black tight skirt, and she was pretty drunk too. The friend kept bending over to give the drunk girl some water. i was squatting behind her and was about 6 inches way from the white thong stretched tightly over her pussy. After they had settled down, all the people helping left and I layed back for a second to watch what would happen. They tried to walk away and fell over again, so I, being the nice guy that I am, offered to help. We picked her up and sat her on one of those raised concrete blocks that hold trees in big cities to let her sober up a little. The drunk girl leaned over on me and passed out. Her friend got kinda frustrated and got up and walked around to try to remember where there car was parked. The friend was about 30 feet away from us and around the corner. The drunk girl is passed out laying on my shoulder and i look down and her skirt is still riding way up, and her panties are pulled tight around her pussy, and I couldn't resist getting a feel of her crotch. Her blouse was really loose, and I noticed that I could clearly see nipple when I looked down in to it. Her friend was still far away, so I pulled her tit out of the blouse and started playing with the nipple. She had an amazing rack. Her friend came back and sat for a little while. She saw that the drunk girls shirt was open so she straightened it out a bit, but she really didn't try hard. Her boobs kept falling out after that.

After a little while, with the drunk girl still passed out, the friend complained that she had to pee. This was 3 am with nothing open and in the middle of a city so no bushes, so she just squatted down against the concrete block and was about to start. I told her not to pee right there because there would be a puddle for us to step in. I told her to get up onto the concrete block and lean against the tree that was planted in it to pee into the dirt. She obliged. She got up onto the block where I was sitting and squatted down right behind me. I turned around and saw that her crotch was just below eye level from where I was sitting, and about 2 feet away. She told me not to look, so I said I wouldn't, but of course I did. She noticed me looking, but as drunk as she was and as much as she had to piss, she didn't care. She pulled the white thong to the side and let her rip. I could see every bit of her completely shaved pussy for a full 30 seconds.

In that night, after multiple huge upskirts, I grabbed the crotch of the drunk girl just over her panties, played with her nipples, and basically had my hand attached to her boob all the time we were walking or she was leaning on me. I saw multiple upskirts of her friend to boot, as well as a bare pussy piss shot. All in all, a good voyeur night.

You lucky man! Great story. I'm sure I would have done the same (been a gentleman, that is).

out of college
 

I live quite close to a college where the girls have to wear a skirt , blazer and blouse uniform. The colours are blue and gold. I always ended up at the bus stop round about the time the senior girls, ages around 18, came out of school. Since the regulation skirt length was short, and they could opt for either straight or pleated skirts; most of them went for the pleated ones - more ventilation I suppose! I was waiting for the opportunity to see up them.
One day, it was blowing a gale, and as they waited for the bus I took a step back, waiting for the next gust. It came and I had a view of about six butts all together. They all had underwear on, but some had tiny white thongs, others more traditional blue panties to match their skirts. As luck would have it, their modesties were exposed, and skirts raised for quite a few seconds...and I quickly became "raised" as well!
Another day I managed to position myself right under one of the girls with the shapliest legs and shortest skirts as she went up the stairs (the buses were double decker). Her skirt flared out as she was climbing the steps, and since I was virtually right underneath her, I could see front, back and right underneath her. She had tiny panties on, which had wedged up into her bum crack. I even saw a few pubes as well as a little of her pussy lips. As she got to the top of the steps, I think she became aware that she was being upskirted, and tried to pull her skirt closer to her. But it was all too late. She looked really embarrassed and even I had to try hard not to let my excitement show.
There is something incredibly sexy about girls unintentionally showing their undies. Posing is one thing, but getting genuinely accidental views on a regular basis like that is fantastic, and well worth seeking out.

@markfox

have you ever encountered a pantyless schoolgirl?
I suppose you would've already written about it, but it won't hurt to ask =].

No, but it's something to aim for. Has anyone else managed that?

i havent yet, but when i lived in kent, i had to get a train to work. at my stop, i had to use an underpass to get to the exit.
there were a group of 3 or 4 schoolgirls that got off at the same stop.
i had a bagcam setup at this time, and i got a few good uppies of them over the few months before they al left school.
i was highly surprised to find that more oftn than not, they would wear thongs!
i just expected big white knickers, not tiny black thongs.

i had what i thought was a pantyless, under pantyhose, but after much scrutiny it just isnt clear enough to confirm. it was a pretty blurred vid, just focussed for a second and i thought i saw pussy lip, but i think its just wishful thinking.

i have lots of stories i may post, as and when the memories come back to me, and watch out for my vids (i will probably post in the rapidshare section)

Confessions of a life long upskirter
 

Haven't posted here, material that is, for quite a while and then under a different aka so thought you guys may like this - it's a true tale and my own personal experience, however as with most of my work it's quite long so make sure you have a few minutes available before you start :)


It was a Sunday morning and my wife was off to sport training so as soon as she departed I was in my car, heading for a regional supermarket not far from the edge of town. Due to the fact they were a tourist centre and on the beach they were opening 7 days in the summer, but I also knew they wouldn't be busy at that time of the morning, which was in those days the basis of protection for my mirror in the palm MO.

The store opened at 0830 so I allowed about 15 minutes for the girls to have their jobs allocated and to settle into the subsequent tasks. Given it wasn't going to be a busy morning I also knew they wouldn't need more than one cashier operating, at least at that time of day, so all the other roster staff would be working the floor, fronting stock and filling shelves, while the store stood otherwise deserted – happy days.

Quickly roaming the aisles it wasn't long before I found what I was looking for – a gorgeous 18 year old part timer, long black shiny hair held back in a tie, pretty as a picture, her clear alabaster skin flushed with youth, her radiant eyes and lips accentuated with just a touch of makeup hurriedly applied as she had readied herself for work, clearly not wanting to be late for her new found summer job.

It was a Coles Variety store; meaning in those days all the female shop assistants wore a sky blue cotton polyester button-through dress, long sleeved with a collar but fitted just enough to look cute. This also ensured it was loose enough to easily get under, especially if they bent over a little so as to allow the slightly stiff material to leave the safety of their thighs.

Her name tag read ‘Shelley’ and she was quite tall but certainly not skinny, nor voluptuous for that matter, at 5'8" I have to say a perfect Australian size 12. Her curvy breasts were a stand out but it was her shapely athletic legs which immediately took my eye, as I checked her up and down. She was wearing a dark pair of pantyhose, a deep bronze suntan color with the addition of square-heel black leather pumps.

Her uniform wasn't short by most standards either, obviously still well above the knee but stopped before mid thigh, it clearly though had been self consciously lengthened to the absolute fullness of its hemline, the small 1/2" fold now left to secure the hem, as well as the old marking a few inches above, clear demonstration of how demure her desperation must have been when she first realized there was nothing left but a couple of inches to let down – so everything about her screamed sensible, churchy, shy, coy and demure...no doubt well educated too, probably at the local girls college I thought, working her summer break before moving onto uni... all up she just seemed to radiate that alluring innocence, that special aura which young women seem to offer after
being raised in such a cloistered environment, finally taking her first real step of independence from the nest.

Even though primarily a supermarket this store offered a number of merchandise aisles for both hard and soft goods, finishing in the back corner with 2 aisles of plants and associated merchandise – the key being that these ran horizontally across the floor plan, not vertical, and then only for 10 meters or so – meaning that it was quite a secretive little nook within the store, one which offered a good deal of protective cover and at that time of day you could confidently conduct business with little fear of observation, basically being as greedy as your heart could handle.

To locate a honey like this was one thing, but to find her diligently at work in the prime voying area of the store was altogether something else. I was therefore immediately delirious with anticipation, totally desperate to get a look at her panties, openly needing to will myself to calm down so I didn’t blow the opportunity too soon.

Shelley was dutifully watering each little pot and of course as she approached each lower and lower shelf was also starting to bend over more and more. Fortunately we got the niceties over quickly, her asking me if I needed help and me offering my cover story – being that I was looking for some small borders for a hedge and had come down the back, while my wife was doing the groceries, so I had plenty of time to look through the varieties available.

“Don’t worry about me" I said, "I won’t get in your way or be any bother, I just want to take plenty of time to make sure I pick the right shrub” – hearing my reassuring tone she immediately responded with a relaxed smile and I knew right then and there she didn’t have a suspicious bone in her body, simply filled to overflowing loveliness with that naïve unsuspecting innocence of girly youth.

By now I was beside myself with needing to know what she was wearing under that short blue cotton uniform – her manner and innocence portrayed all the virtues of white cottons but until I got that initial peek it was butt a dream – I had to know Now, as I crossed behind her yet again, I slipped the mirror under her hem and immediately went
to heaven. The reflection staring back at me was manor – full bikini white cottons spread far and wide across a butt than was simply a perfect bubble, the darker weave of her full brief pantyhose stretched open and glistening, curling up from the top of her gorgeous thighs before encircling each of those luscious buns in the dark tan nylon – I crossed 3 more times, lingering longer and longer on each pass as I soaked up that glorious view.

All good things end too soon and so it was here, her watering now finished she squatted on her haunches resting, her butt no longer open for inspection but her reverse white triangle now moving into view as she moved plants around the lower shelves to open up a string line of empty space.

Disappointingly I managed only a few library style views from the far side, the shelves too open to blatantly stare as they offered me little protection – clearly I still needed more, although I knew full well that time was now my natural enemy Finally finished she stood up and exited to the stockroom, immediately adjacent to the right. I was pretty much delirious, the amount of time I had put in for so little return was simply doing my head in – there was certainly no doubt that my aching loins needed more, much more, so I waited and waited and waited, hoping against hope she would quickly return.

When I thought all hope was lost I finally heard it, a quiet squeak at first, then a little rumble and finally the plastic sheet of the doorway parted. A trolley, she was pushing a trolley full of stock, laden high with pots and gardening gloves while underneath a plethora of small garden natives all ready for display – the scene and its potential took my breath away, literally.

She positioned the trolley at an angle, right in front of the plant display, then after a few
adjustments my lay down Shelley did something which can only be described as a school yard tunnel ball manoeuvre, she completely bent over and spread her legs wide as she took balance, before first stretching her arms to the left, to pick up a plant, then right as she gently positioned it on the rack below.
In total panic at the need to immediately get as far up between her open thighs as I could moved way too quick, instantly alerting her peripheral vision and in that moment of recognition, thinking I'd completely blown it, something wonderful happened – she simply smiled, but with a radiance which clearly reflected her genuine interest in caring for my needs, before ever so politely offering to be of service.

"Sorry, that was rather thoughtless of me" she said..."what if I stand over here, is that a better view. Just let me know if you need me to move again", with that she turned her back on me and settled in to her task. Of course I was just gobsmacked with disbelief, the acknowledgement of her trust overwhelming me with a level of desire I could now no longer control.

She had unwittingly and ever so innocently placed herself perfectly for my viewing pleasure, blind siding herself to me and in the process now needing to completely overstretch her already wide open legs as she swayed between the trolley and shelves – her open acknowledgment that she knew I was there and comfortable with my position, content to let me browse unseen behind her while she went on with her task, finally drove my adrenalin beyond control – it was mind blowing to say the least, all I now needed was to drop to my knees in prayer, slip my mirror between her thighs and hallelujah, praise the Lord, heaven was nigh.

Her ass was pointing directly at me, her hemline jutting from her fully extended butt, a few delicious inches below the massive gap which was framing her wide open crotch – the torque created by her upper body as it pivoted from left to right making her legs now spread into a full split as they struggled to accommodate the ever increasing distance from trolley to rack – the whole thing being a total intoxication, the pure naivety of her budding youth laid open and bare, her raw innocence gifting an unconditional key to her treasure trove as it now lay all welcoming and totally unguarded.

While her panties were still just managing to accommodate her modesty the same could no longer be said about her pantyhose. Their elasticity had reached its limit; as the nylon tensed to breaking point nowhere was their desperation more evident than directly between her legs. The strain on their seam now well beyond red lining as its desperation for relief took it deeper and deeper into the privacy of her modesty, exposing more and more of her vulva’s voluptuous outline, the fully expanded gusset of her thin cotton panties now betraying all the secrets of her sex. The pubic structure of her mound was now completely topographical, both her lips pouting perfectly in unison, the deep crevice of her womb wide and open, the tiny hood of her clit being the last bastion of defence as her pantyhose seam continued to cut a deeper and deeper swath into her clitoral valley of delight

As I watched, clearly now mesmerised by the swath of its cord, I could almost hear her clity croon – “if you want me cum and get me” it sang, my adrenaline overload now pulsating in perfect time with its deep rhythmic strumming of her thin cotton pad. I was gone, totally, my eyes hovering inches from her hemline as I dribbled between mirrored views of her belly and wide open crotch, the reflection now just a few bare inches away from my trembling hand, before crouching still lower for first hand sightings of her deliciously exposed bubble butt and crack.

Seconds lapsed into minutes, the scene turning surreal as I stayed poised behind her, mesmerized by her pantyhose seam as it slithered to and fro across her now swollen lips, stimulated by each new extended sway of her hips, caressing her labia, strumming at the waistband of her panties as they girdled the tight curves enveloping the youthfulness of her pert belly, then back again, right through her wide open slash and onto the valley of her now bosom like bubble butt, meandering this way and that, tightening ever deeper into her crack until I thought the weave of her white cottons could take no more, her legs finally splitting into a twister style struggle for balance as she laboured to reach those last few pots – it was exhaustive, for both of us actually as I yet again watched her reach that pivotal point of maximum strain in her arch, when her butt fully bloomed, one leg now completely off the ground, looking majestic as she executed a perfect ballet style arabesque, hanging precariously as she balanced on one leg, her cvnt wide and open between the luscious length of her fully extended legs, her whole body now straining desperately as the tips of her fingers fought to reach the further most pots.

I was close too, very close, almost buried in her ass, close enough to even enjoy the sweet scent of her sex – clearly the constant stimulation of her labia and final assault on her clit, from the ever tightening seam of her pantyhose, was arousing some dampness and moisture to her lips, the aroma now strong enough to detect as it mixed sweetly with the earthy scents of damp white cotton and warm nylon.

By the time it was finally over, in its entirety at least a 15 minute dance card from when I first arrived at the show, I was definitely ready for the best sex of my life and couldn't wait to get home and jump my missus as many times as my now almost exhausted libido could still manage :rolleyes:

THE END

Sexy Student suffers a double wardrobe malfunction!
 

I’ve recently started taking an evening course at my local college in French language, and 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. Get her to speak French properly with that sexy accent of theirs and she is quite 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 didn’t carry a handbag, but instead had two large folders in her hands, needed for the lesson. On realising 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 along.

Natalie was sat opposite me during the lesson, and she noticed the ladder in her tights as she sat down. At first she tried to pull the material about a bit 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’ toilets 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 came down behind her, and will forever be indebted to the fellow classmate who, like a true gent, held the door open for her. There was to 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 realising 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!

Interesting office wear
 

I'm writing this from a shared office space.

This lovely plump young lady there wears very similar clothes. She's got huge tits and above them is always showing some kind of skin. And she wears skirts above the knees.

Today I she's wearing a dress with a sort of halter top with straps. The dress has many layers below, sort of gauzy draping things. I was trying to figure out if there's a less transparent layer underneath, and then she stood between me and the light, and I saw the line of her thighs almost right to where they met in a vee.

Needless to say I'm watching her as closely as I can while not staring.

Then she went over to pet or feed her dog, and as she bent over, the dress came waaaayyy up in back. I leaned forward a bit and saw the bottom of her ass cheeks! Either she is wearing a thong or nothing at all underneath. My heart pounding, I tried to take a pic with my cam phone held under my desk. I got nothing!

It's driving me crazy right now. I need to see more and the longer this goes on, the more afraid I am that I'll say something really inappropriate to her!

If only there were a good lovely who would let me ogle straight up her skirt or tell me a naughty story or send me naughty picture or... oh, my.

Many years ago, but still vivid in my memory, is an incident. A former girlfriend was ascending a staircase directly in front of me. I was very close to her. Suddenly, and I am sure knowing what she was doing, she flipped up he skirt to pull her panties out from between her cheeks. For a moment I enjoyed a glimpse of the nethermost bulges on either side of her redolent fur covered cleft, clearly damp, and framed by her cheeks, before she let the fabric snap back into place.

I was walking through the downtown area on a hot summer day. It was around lunchtime, and all the tellers from a local bank were out having lunch in the plaza. The public seating in the plaza was in teh shape of a ringed bench, with gaps for entry and exit. I noticed on particularly cute teller in a particularly short skirt. She had her legs crossed in a vice grip, but then the Patron Saint of Voyeurs smiled on me.

Another came by with a baby carriage, and its wheel caught on something next to the teller. She immediately uncrossed her legs to lean over and help the woman with her carriage. She didn't just uncross her legs, she SPREAD them, a foot or more at the knee, giving me a flawless view of her see-thru panties and the wisp of black pubic hair. I enjoyed the rest of they day, enjoying the visual of her modesty turning into an amazing view of her most intimate place in a public plaza. :-D

pregnant upshot
 

About a couple of years ago i had to visit my next door neighbour as they had a fax machine which i wanted to use, to save going into town.At the time she was six months pregnant and her husband was away in Africa on business for a month, that day as it was hot she was wearing a pair of baggy shorts and a long t shirt showing her belly button,she obviously had no bra on and her nipples were grew hard as she let me in.We sat in her front room and chatted about what was going on locally and about my job,i noticed that i could see up the leg on her baggy shorts and could see here white knickers,she said she would be glad too get the baby out of the way and life back to normal.She said she would just go up to the spare bedroom that they used as an office and switch the machine on as it needed to warm up, when she returned she sat opposite me and after a few moments the conversation got around to sex or the lack off it, she mentioned that sex had been non existant for four months what with his work and travelling.
I told her that that was the best time for us and we even had it the day she gave birth,she said Andrew was a bit strange about pregnant women. I half jokingly said well i`m here ready and willing, she just laughed but did`nt say no,lets go upstairs and send your fax i`ll do it as the machine needs a code to operate.
As she preceeded me up the stairs i could see that she had taken her knickers off and i could see her black hairy c*nt with just a hint off pink lips showing,when we got into the the office and sat down she was eye level with my waist and said " i see you enjoyed the view,my own shorts had an obvious hardon in them.Whilst she worked the machine i squatted down beside her and slipped my hand into her shorts just slowly stroking her clit,at that moment her back door slammed and her twelve year old nephew shouted out that her sister had sent him around to stay whilst she was off shopping for a couple of hours.I quickly whipped my hand out and stood up,when he came upstairs we were all business and i had to leave them chatting.
Her husband returned a few days later so i never did get a chance to fuck her but i did get a few more flashes off her later that summer.:(

It would be at junior high
 

When I as in 8th grade, in our class we were rehearsing some folkloric dances, so all my girl classmates were wearing this long wide skirts with colored stripes.
Something nice about those days, is that the dances normally involve the women spinning around. That make their skirt raise really high. It was usual for us to take great peeks of their panties in those spinnings (nowadays they don't grant us those free views, and women in folkloric dances wear athletic pants, or shorts under the skirt).
Well, that year, a few of us had to go to the library. For some reason, I was the one man that had to go. While we were there, my teacher sent me outside to do something (I just can't remember what). The funny thing was that I took me less time to came back then what they spected. So, when I got back the teacher was talking to the girls, one of them (a skinny brunette called Milagros, Miracles in English) was playing with the bottom of her skirt, slowly swinging it from one side to the other, and from front to back. Obviously she didn't realize I had return, because without any care, in one of those swings she just raised her skirt all the way up, giving me a full view of her silk white panties.:D
I stood in the entrance door for a few seconds, and wasn't until she lowered her skirt that I walk in, pretending that I hadn't seen a thing.

vacation + sister in law
 

I was in vacation with my GF's family this summer (parents + sister in law who's 18 + me and my GF).
I'll refer to my sis in law as Christina (it sounds close to her name, but still hides some of her identity).

My GF's family is a very 'free' family, discussion and being honest are valued high and it is encouraged to have your own opinion. They are very open minded. But.. to the point.

Christina is a very skinny (but hot) girl, brown hair & medium breasts. She also has a dress attitude that would get most guys standing straight. The makes her own clothing, which usually are only-a-few-inch skirts. The ones from the store are slightly longer and are worn to school (obviously). Skin-tight jeans are no exception either.

I'm very accepted in the family by now, so I get some 'treats' every now and them. Our vacation was in Spain, and it was during summer so it was very Very hot. We would sit outside most of the time. We had one shower to share with the 5 of us, so we had to take turns. Christina showers almost every day (she's fairly busy with her looks every day...) but the shower was occupied on this particular moment. I was reading a book, and my father in law was sitting around us somewhere too (reading a book). Christina walks over, takes a seat, and waits for the shower to be free.
She was wearing a black dress, which was fairly short. In the end you'll see she just put this on in a hurry, in the wait for the shower. She sat with her legs crossed and I happened to be able to see some skin between her legs (I thought so). After a few seconds I realised I could also see a little vertical patch of hair: she seemed pantyless.
After a while she uncrossed and changed her position. To this day I still don't know if she knew and was teasing me, or that she just didn't care (and knowing her, I'm very sure it's this one).

But, here's an illustration of what I got to see. It took me a while to find a pic that resembled both her position AND what her pussy Actually looks like. In fact, only her face is different. And I'm not kidding, this moment has haunted me ever since. I'm Very proud of having such a hot sister in law.

Actually, this is more accurate as it resembles one key thing more:
I'm not sure what it is called in english, but I'll attempt to name it and describe it as good as possible.
Imagine, for example, the fold in your skin around your buttcheecks and your boobs. Such a fold also exists left and right of a girl's pussy. In my (our) case I was actually able to see where the fold goes into non-fold and into clear smooth skin. It's a minor detail but it's one of the hottest things imo.

And sitting like this, not giving a damn, with your father in law not noticing a thing.... it still makes me shiver (and almost come..).


damn.

up skirt of wifes friend
 

My wifes friend was out on holiday (staying with us) it was early morning, Ann (the friend) was in the kitchen standing at the kitchen worktop her back to me reading the paper. My wife was up stairs. I have always liked Ann, she,s just turned 60 but she,s quite sexy. Avery prim and proper women, quite small but nice figure and she dresses beautifly. When she dolls herself up she always wears skirts, Stockings and elegant high heels, she very fuckable even at 60+. Anyhow this morning she had on her expensive morning gown. I made a coffee, she was still reading the paper, I looked down, her slippered feet were parted. I had to film her, it was now or never. My sony video cam fortunatly was in the cupboard by where I was standing. Gently I got it out and switched it on, I took the lens cap off. I have to admit I was nervous, but the thought of getting the camera under this lovely women was a must. It took me a few seconds to build up my courage, I checked her again, she was engrosed in the paper, I could see her feet were still apart below her draping gown. I crouched behind her, pointed the camera skywards and slid it between her ankles, the material brushed over my wrist. I held the camera under her there hoping she wouldnt turn or move, she didnt. I wanted to be sure I got up the front of her, so I moved the cam forward and held it there as long as I dare. After what felt like ages I gently pulled it out and stood away from her. She hadnt known. It turns out that I had captured her beautifly, right up her, right between her thighs and right up to her oh so white (suprisingly scant) Knickers, her pussy outline clear through the material. I suspect she has never been up-skirted before (who knows) and I know she would be horrified had she found out, but she didnt and now I have her and I want more. She Is due out again soon, this time I intent to get up her when she is all dressed up. I wait in hope.....

Upskirt stories
 

I love your Santa stories, FJ. Please always continue to tell them.

Out of curiosity, since it has been a year, and even though they had no particular obligation to do so, did that family from a state far east ever call you to let you know if they successfully bridged the gap with their daughter? I do hope so.

bar bet with wife
 

It was a fun time in vegas for my wife and I. We always talk dirty during sex about adding another to our fun. When we are in Vegas we often point out interesting men and women. Well we ended up in a almost empty dark bar in a nice hotel after a good show and had plenty of drinks, it was a topless show we were just at so it made her pretty hot. We noticed a guy sitting close by and we started up a conversation with him. We started ordering each other drinks and finally he came over and sat with my wife between us. I could tell my wife was feeling pretty sexy because she kept playing with her hair and hung on every word the guy was talking about. Now my wife was wearing a hot lil black skirt and a white blouse that was unbuttoned enough to show her fine D sized clevage. He was into her too and she was getting drunker (he kept getting her shots). Finally she started to touch his arm when she would laugh at his remarks and even touched his leg and even lean into him pressing her breast up against him. Almost like I wasn't even there. Then he got up to go to the bathroom and that is when she swung her barstool in my direction. I asked her "is he making you hot baby?...well, he is a good looking guy and.." that is when i opened her legs and slid my hand up her skirt and found her always pantyless trimmed pussy. It was very wet as I easily slid my finger inside her. "Ok, yes, I am very horny" she replied. I then saw him walking back over our way and I told her to follow my lead. She just grinned in her drunk sexy way. So he sits back down and looks over at me and can tell something is up. "It's getting late, maybe I should head off" he said. But my wife grabbed his arm saying "No! don't leave yet". I agreed with her and suggested we get another round. As the tab was up on the bar I reached for it and said to my wife "Baby, what do you say we make a little bet with our new friend here" as I grinned ear to ear. She had no clue where this was going but she said "sure!". "A bet, what kind of a bet" he replied quicky. "Well, I bet if you can guess what color panties my wife is wearing, I will get the bill, but if you are wrong, then you have to pay" I said with a huge grin. I could tell my wife was so nervous and was breathing a lot heavier. "Ok, deal" as he looked my wife up and down, he could see her lacy black bra under her white blouse, he kept looking at her big breast. My wife was loving the eyeball fucking he was giving her as she opened up by facing him and leaning back into my body. But she kept her legs closed even though her little skirt rode way high up. "Black" he said with a grin. "Baby, are they black?" I asked in which she replied "Noooo" and a big hungry smile. "Well, that's not fair really, they could be any color and it is almost for sure you would win" he says to my wife and I. "Ok, I'll tell you what.... I'll let you feel them and you can guess, is that better" I said getting so rock hard at this point. "Hell yeah it's a bet!" he almost choked out in amazement as his eyes widened. My wife was just facing forward not believeing what I just said but had a look of "I wanna fuck on her face" as she was bitting her lower lip. Without asking my wife, I took her barstool and swung it around so she was facing him. "Ok baby, open up for him" and without a single protest or pause she opened her legs just wide enough for his hand. "Go ahead, take all the time you want" I said with an eyebrow up as to give him the ok to touch my hot drunk wife. He put his hand on her bare knee and slid it up slowly as he looked around to see if anyone else in the half empty bar could see. I about shot my load as I could see my wifes legs part wider for him, this strange man. As his hand slid up and under her tiny black skirt he hit the top and his eyes widened in amazement as he was now touching the outside of her wet box. "Go ahead, get a good feel" I said, as my wife rolled her eyes saying "please" in a half moan/whisper to him. I was about to shoot down my pant leg I was so turned on. His hand was moving slowly sliding up and in, back n forth in finger length strokes as he finger fucked my wife for about 90 seconds. Then he pulled his hand out slow and in a weird breathless voice he said "not fair, NONE". That's when I grabbed the tab and told him as I flopped the two hundred bucks down "it was well worth it my friend". And with that my wife and I went up to our room and fucked for hours till she passed out and still I kept trying to wake her over and over for more. We still talk about that bet and if we could ever pull it off again. Many times we have been there, but yet to find the perfect star alignment. Maybe someday. During sex we she still tells me how he started with one finger then two then three, drives me nuts! But if I wanna make her cum really fast during sex, all I have to do is whisper in her ear about that moment we shared. Thank god for drunk wives!

I was at Pittsburgh International Airport, waiting for my flight to Washington DC on business. In Terminal A, there is a little food court with several fast food restaurants - Quiznos, McDonalds, S'barro to name a few. I had a nice torpedo from Quiznos (which was actually really good, I'd recommend anybody the Turkey Pesto Torpedo next time you are at Quiznos :D ) when a girl and her mom sat down at a table in front and a little off to the side of me (not quite diagonal, but close).

Anyway, you could tell that both the girl and her mom were very "sl*tty". The girl was about 20-22. Mom was probably 42, very young. Definitely a MILF. The 22 year old daughter sat down with her S'Barros pizza so I could see her front side, the mom (wearing pants) sat in the direction I was facing. The girl was in a very short "dress" (it was more like one of those long t-shirts that girls wear now a days). Anyway, when she sat down, being the sl*t she was, she didn't cross her legs, but didn't conscientiously spread them either - just left them a little open. I got a beautiful show of her maroon panties as I gobbled down that Torpedo sandwich.

High school sightings
 

One of the good thing of being raised in a country where there is a mandatory school uniform, is that normally the uniform means that the girls must use skirts. In my country the uniform was a blue sky shirt, and a blue pants (for men) or non plaid blue skirts (for girls).
In my country the education is slightly different than here, we have no middle school, our primary goes from first to sixth grade, and high school from seventh to eleventh.
So when I was in high school I really had a great time with this mandatory uniform thing, because the most or my classmates, and specially the hottest ones, used really thigh and short skirts, so when they sat, if you happen to be in front of them, you could really take a very good look of their panties. And being a kid, those sneak peeks were really wonderful.
When we were sitting in lines in the classroom, most of the boys used cheap tricks to sneak at their panties. Most of the times they pretend that their pencils accidentally fell to the floor, so they could look under the desk (right in front of the girls panties, you know, like in The Breakfast Club movie). Some others used to walk constantly under the stairs going to the upper floors, to sneak at the girls walking up the stairs.
But my favorite time was when, for any reason, the teacher asked us to sit in circles. That meant that we align the desks against the falls, facing each others desks. Those were the best times, because you could effortlessly take a peak at the girl sitting in front of you across the classroom. In time, in Social Studies, for more than two weeks we arrange the desks in such way, because we were like playing a Trial against the Church. I was the prosecutor, and one of the hottest girls in the classroom was in the Jury, sitting right in front of me. She used to wear the shortest skirt in the classroom. So for two entire week I took a daily shot at her white panties. There were other girls in the Jury sitting in front of me, but most of them wore long skirts, and none was as hot as she (by the war, Marcela was her name).
In other time, another girl doze up in language class. For fifteen minutes she fall asleep with her legs wide open. I had a great time, until a spoiler classmate (a boy, could you believe the lack of the solidarity of this sonabab*tch) he busted me. He saw me looking at the girl, went to her, waked her up and rat me out.
But I got to be honest with you guys, after a while I got tired of sneaking. Not because I didn't like the view, just because it bored me to death that 99% of the time the girls wore white panties. So, I made a halt and stop trying to peek so frequently. Every now and then I looked, hoping to find panties in other colors. It really a great find when a girl unawarelely showed pink or red panties, white with little dots or black panties. But the biggest turn on was having the luck of finding somebody with translucid ones, and there was one time that one of the girls wore white ones but with like like holes, letting me see the whole bush.

On the train
 

I was a train from London to Liverpool late one evening and found myself sitting diagonally opposite a girl clearly coming back from a night out. She was chatting to her friend sitting opposite who I couldn't see but sat with her legs tucked partially under her making her skirt ride up and revealing the top of her black hold-ups. I kept glancing over and it was on the fourth or fifth glance that she looked at me as I looked up from her legs.

She didn't turn away at all but held my glance all the time continuing a chat about work with her friend. After what seemed like 10 minutes but was probably 10 seconds, she uncurled her legs from under her and turned to face her friend with both feet back on the ground she then glanced over at me looking a bit embarrassed to be caught peeping in my business suit, and slowly pulled her skirt up with one hand to show both her stocking tops. With her skirt now well over her thighs she rested both her hands back on the table and sat with her legs on display. They were perfect, with just a small ridge of flesh where her stockings dug in. She sat like this for 15 or 20 minutes and then they announced that Milton Keynes Central was the next stop in five minutes.

With that I thought I'd take one last look and again she looked me straight in the eye as I looked up from her thighs. Still holding my gaze, she glanced down at her thighs then opened her legs wide with one knee falling almost to the edge of the seat. She had nothing on under her skirt and I stared, probably open mouthed, at her neatly trimmed bush. She sat like that for less than a minute before getting up, smoothing down her skirt and getting her bag from the overhead rack. She had to pass me on the way to the door and bent down and said "enjoy the REST of your journey" before departing the train. I couldn't get up for ten minutes or so without a clear display of my appreciation!

These are great stories.

Here's my more recent experience, and happens to be true. At the beginning of 2008, I had to relocate to a city in the north of England, because of a job that I got offered. I was unemployed at the time, so had litle choice but to take it.

Anyway, after spending a week staying in a B&B, I arranged to meet this lady to have a look at a flat she was renting. I turned up and was met by this really glamourous lady. She looked as if she was in her mid-fifties, but she was dressed elegantly, without looking like mutton dressed as lamb, and she still looked pretty fit.

I looked at the flat, which was nice, and decided there and then, that I would take it. We arranged to meet the next night to sign the contracts. Again, when I turned up she was looking nice. After signing, we got talking and she told me that she played a lot of tennis, went for long walks and did other activities to keep fit. It certainly worked on her.

I arranged for my rent to be collected by her on the first Saturday of each month. I did this because I thought there just may be a chance of getting to see what she wears underneath. The first month she came round, I opened the door to see that she was wearing this short red skirt, flesh coloued hosiery and nice black shoes. I gave her the money and as bent over the table to count the money and write out the receipts, her short skirt stuck out. I just couldn't resist. I got down on the floor, and put my head under her skirt, straight up into a piar of black panties, underneath a pair of tights. I had a few good looks, nd when she left, I felt really turned on by this nice sight.

Anyway, every time she came round I would have things on the chairs, saying that I was doing my Saturday housework. This meant that she couldn't sit down, but had to stand at the table. Over the period of the 20 months that I was living there, she would, more-than-often wear a variety of skirts and dresses. Bending over to count the rent money, write out receipts provided me with ample opportunity to get behind her, go down and look up. I saw a wide collection of her gorgeous underwear, ranging from boy shorts, lacy French knickers and even thongs. On a couple of occasions her skirts / dresses would be so short, I was able to see her tummy, from behind. All-in-all, I looked up her skirts over a dozen times, and I never saw the same set of undies twice.

I sometimes got the impression she knew what I was doing. Maybe she didn't know, or maybe she was flattered by the attention from a much younger man.

I hated living in that particular city, and have sinced moved on. However, the memories of those beautiful sights will stay with me forever.

i fix computers in a big company, one day I had to replace a wire under a desk, and all cubes are 'L' shaped with the computer in the corner of the L like most are.

so I show up to fix this wire, the girl in that cube is the most sexy gorgeous thing in the office, about 19, so she moves back from her computer so I can get under her desk.
(imagine a real young and thinner Andrea Roth - the girl that played Dennis Leary's ex-wife on the tv show 'rescue me')

so she is working on one part of the 'L', i'm under the desk working, and apparently she needs papers on the other side of the 'L', so with her legs facing me, she spreads as wide as you can possibly get to stretch her body to the other side of the table and holds that position for about a full minute as she looks through a stack of papers.

And i'm under the desk, but my head is up high enough that she can't see me staring, with the hottest piece of sn*tch covered with white panty and a panty liner maybe 4 feet from me, as wide apart as you can get.

I was dyin let me tell ya.

First Grade Flasher
 

My first grade teacher used to sit on the side of the stage, legs spread wide open, or opening and closing them to rythem. Pure Prime Pusse. My first thoughts on pussy came from that image. One of the girls I grew up with, over my growing years kept me alert. Any upskirt and pantyless will do. I talked my sister into going pantyless so I could watch her and those around. We lost our cherrys to each other, with all the tests, DES visits ofcourse. 20 years later at a HS reunion my sisters girlfriend asks me if I still played with sis, I said no. I lied, but a truth came from within. I told her whenever I thought of the 1st grade teach, I good curious about her because she sat next to me, and naptime let me feel up her leg.she said, I remember, what you were up to, horny guy! I said "you know how manus ways I've kissed, held, explored your body and fucked the livin shit out of you! I've beat off to you giving me head for longer. Besides, with the help of my sister, we both wondered how you tasted. Thanks Sis. She said she,d like to eat my sis again too. Ohh........... You knew! She said let's go fuck my sister. But my first load goes into you! I told her my sis goes pantyless to do the same as 1st cl.she's a sexual magnet. By the time we were ovr the reunion, we knew all, and agreed to get the inside slip every chance we got. She's now my ex wife, but the poon is mine!:p

I was driving through the touristy part of Newport on my way to a crafts show. Craft shows are amazing opportunities for upskirts and DBs. Many of the vendors/artists tend to be these young, artsy hipster chicks, and they always dress to impress. The real magic happens because these shows usually demand alot of setup and breakdown, like setting up tables, tents, etc. Lots and lots of bending over, crouching, etc., in outfits that were not planned for that kind of movement.

Anyhow, my first show happened before I even got to the show. Pretty Asian girl walking with her boyfriend. She was wearing this too small, too tight tube dress that couldn't even keep her white panties covered. The dress was scandalous, it was almost "hooker-ish", and strangely out-of-place in WASPy Newport.

So anyhow, back to the craft show. I got there just as it was ending. The vendors were scrambling to breakdown and pack up all their stuff. I was keeping my eye on a pretty blond in a black blouse and red tennis skirt. She was doing all kinds of bending over, and I was a gentle breeze away from getting a nice view. However, sometimes opportunities come where you least expect it.

I turned around and saw this pretty hipster chick in a short white and green dress. Pale skin, raven hair with bangs, like Betty Page. Her dress was the kind that flared out from just under her breasts, which I would clock at around a B or C. What caught my eye was her... body language.
She was bent over at the waist, knees locked. Her skirt had ridden halfway over her ass, showing a thin, almond-shaped ribbon of white panty, pinched between her ass cheeks at the top, and her thighs at the bottom. The taught panty traced a perfect contour of her vulva, with wisps of jet black public hair peeking out either side.

She struck and sustained that pose several times over the next fifteen minutes, and she packed up boxes. What seemed like her mother and maybe her boyfriend were with her, and neither called her attention to the fact that she was basiclly presenting herself to the world.

The prize view of the day was a slightly older woman- maybe mid 30s. Tan, toned, blond, in a loose brown summer dress that also flared out from just below the breasts. She was loading boxes into the back of a jeep, when my prayed-for wind finally showed up, and REALLY showed up. The wind caught her skirt, and in furious gust, totally inverted it! I think the hem actually hit her in the face. She was completely exposed from her tummy down, showing off a tan-colored G string and her well-toned ass. She squealed (Go I love that!) and yanked the skirt down with a death grip. She looked all around with an embarrassed smile, trying to gauge who just got a flash of her panties and ass. She was so completely embarrassed by the exposure, she immediately got in the shotgun seat of the jeep, and left the rest of the loading to her boyfriend.

upshorts, but anyway
 

i was at a yoga class the other day. i've done this class many times before, so i know what poses are likely to expose in what kind of costumes.

normally i'm satisfied if a girl with a nip-showing top settles in front of me. this time, i knew it was going to be good. a girl set her mat right in front of me, and she was wearing tiny grey shorts, obviously no panties underneath. and i could tell from the way they were hanging i'd get a view sooner or later.

sadly, during the first and probably best pose for exposure, she could, apparently, barely do it. her leg should have gone far up behind her, held by one hand, the other arm pointed forward... but her leg did not come above the horizontal so i missed what should have been a great show.

another raised-leg pose gave me a dim glimpse of what i'm sure was pussy lips. but i knew the best was to come.

unfortunately, long before the best, is a pose with the legs splayed wide, forward bend, hands grabbing the bottom of the feet. the sweat was riding down her ass crack and showing me, by her darkened shorts, that she was definitely not wearing anything underneath.

as she bent forward, i got a great view of her crotch, full on camel toe. but what really distracted me was her pubes sticking out on either side of the crotch of her shorts. the killer was that since she was fully bent forward, she was actually looking back at me between her legs.

i tried my best not to be obvious, but she definitely caught me looking.

she left the room for a minute and came back.

later, during the other prime exposure poses, i saw nothing. then i realized she had taken the outer edges of the shorts and knotted them at the bottom, to make her shorts tight. so i didn't get the big show.

but - she knew how to tighten them that way. she had to know what was happening.

i could still see the flesh color in her ass crack, and her hard nips.

i'm sure i'll never see it again, and next time she'll have some proper clothing that will show off her ass quite nicely, but give no glimpse of her pussy.

at least her nips were hard for the full class.

GF Sister Flash?
 

I was travelling with a girlfriend and her younger sister, and one afternoon the sister was lounging around wearing nothing but my gf's bathrobe. The sister was rather full-figured and my gf's robe didn't fit her all that well, and after a few drinks those luscious thighs were parted most of the time. I think she knew I was looking at her pussy but she didn't seem to care.

which upskirt story...so many, so little time...
 

or a lot of time. Most of my life I've look for and seen many upskirt views and have been fortunate enough to have seen far more than I can remember, and I've photographed hundreds of different public upskirts...that is, girls just revealing their panties, not putting camera's up dresses.

Anyway, a really hot one was in when I was about 17. In school some of us would study on the roof on hot days. I was there with two very pretty girls a year younger than I. I was doing math (well, sort of) and they were reading poetry to each other, sitting with their backs to a wall, and I was lying or sitting in front of them about 5 feet away. Both girls had dresses on; their legs out in front of them. Nothing special...I looked by at some point and realized that both girls had pulled their legs up and somewhat apart, revealing their panties in all their glory to me. One girl had on simple which cotton panties while the other one, yellow cotton with a little pattern. I was hard immediately....and just stared, thinking that they were busy reading...which was true.

I was lying on my stomach and feeling really, really turned out....and realized (all this happened quickly) that the girl with white panties had a large yellow stain (probably pee)....I love stained panties...it wasn't super yellow, but it was large. I imagined what happened, how long she had it...and imagined her not quite making it to the toilet on time...

As all this was rapidly going through my mind and I was dying looking at them...I suddenly came in my pants...a lot. In fact, so much that I was sure I had a large wet spot on my tan slacks....which it turned out I did. I was really embarrassed, but in a strange way, also turned on by it. I managed to pull by shirt out of my pants (part of it, too, was wet) and it covered my wet spot.

At some point the girls realized what had happened, put their legs down, smiled at each other and at me....we didn't speak a word about it, but I'm sure they knew.

The following year I managed to take a few pictures of one of the girls in a similar position, showing her white cotton panties off to anyone who cared to look as she lay on the grass.