[thieph]

I've wanted to share a series of short stories involving myself and an ex-girlfriend from a while ago that I think the forum would enjoy. Instead of focusing on one particular event in one story, this is more of a series of short stories that happened over the course of a couple weeks and is even illustrated where possible with actual pictures. Hopefully this will be to the liking of most.

Some background. I dated Emily for a few years around the end of college. She was a few years younger than me, and knew of my fetishes for feet, shoeplay, tights and pantyhose She was on the shorter side, around 5’ 2,” brown hair, and petite with a great set of C cup tits, and wore a cute little size 6 shoe.

After I had graduated, we moved into an apartment with some friends. As time passed, we grew apart and ended our relationship on good terms late in the spring, which was good since we had to continue to live with each other. At first we spent most of our time giving each other space, but eventually got over the awkwardness and began our new relationship as friends.

From our relationship, Emily knew I liked her feet and shoes, letting me sniff, lick and suck her toes and feet on several occasions. And while I never gave specifics, she knew that I would occasionally use her shoes when I had “alone time.” You can imagine my surprise when she gave me permission to continue to borrow her shoes periodically when I needed to, despite our relationship ending. You better believe I made frequent trips to her closet when she was out, picked out a pair of tights from her basket of nylons or cute panties from their basket and find the shoes she had most recently worn. From here, things quickly progressed, and that is where I begin this short series of stories.


Part 1

I wake up one morning and head downstairs to find Emily sitting on the couch wearing her denim miniskirt with her legs pulled up and tucked underneath her. I’ve loved looking at her legs and I’ve seen up this skirt before on several unintentional occasions and I know she’ll be leaving for school soon, so I get a bowl of cereal for breakfast and join her on the couch. We watch whatever was on TV and make small talk, and I am quite impressed with how good of a job she is doing keeping her panties hidden from me. (Picture 1-001)

At some point she needed to get up to refill her water glass, and that was her undoing. Instead of moving both legs together, she first placed her left leg down and then followed quickly with the right, but not quick enough. Her short skirt just wasn’t long enough, and for the half second between moving each leg, I was treated to a quick peek at her teal American Eagle panties with blue stripes…that I had bought her while we had been dating! (Picture 1-002)

She came back and sat back down and quickly pulled her legs back up, offering another peek in the process. We continued talking and got on the subject of how she didn’t feel like going to class, and after some discussion, decided that she was going to take the day off. As our conversation and time on the couch was wrapping up, Emily placed her legs back on the floor and returned to a “normal” sitting position, again offering a quick peek at her teal panties in the process. This was good for me because sitting with her legs up had caused her skirt to ride up a bit, and now sitting with her legs together and not crossed kept her panties on display for a continuous view. This view lasted about 30 seconds as we cleaned up our breakfast items and went upstairs to e-mail her professors and decide what to do with our day.

Emily sat on her bed with her legs up and tucked under her once again as she e-mailed professors and replied to text messages, while I took a seat innocently enough at the foot of her bed. She seemed aware that her skirt was rather short and that I would have a pretty good view from my seat and did a pretty good job of keeping her computer or hand in her lap to prevent that. However, she didn’t seem overly concerned since she offered up a very nice view whenever she would reply to a text message or make a gesture with her hands during conversation. These intermittent views lasted for a good 5-10 minutes while I tried to take in as much as I could without being too obvious. (Picture 1-003)

Her next move came as a complete surprise to me when she suddenly asked, “Would you mind if I sit Indian style, it’s easier for me to type?” I tried to remain calm and gave a nonchalant, sure go ahead. I tried my best to pretend like I was looking away, but watched out of the corner of my eye as she swung her legs around and offered a brief yet amazing view of her panties and crotch. Just as quickly, her laptop was in her lap with the edge just overlapping the hem of her skirt, preventing any sort of view. But once the e-mails were complete, the laptop was removed and replaced with her hands grasping her cell phone. I could see glimpses of her panties around her hands, and on two occasions was treated to the unobstructed view of her crotch.

Our discussion got onto her classes and her future class schedule, at which point she got up to grab some course documents to continue our discussion. When she returned, she sat back on the bed with her feet tucked under her. Again, she placed her hands in her lap, aware that I would have a great view of any show, but again not so concerned that she didn’t remove her hands to gesture during conversation or reply to text messages. (Picture 1-004)

This position also had the added benefit of causing her already short skirt to ride up considerably during the course of our discussion. Our conversation continued as I did my best not to openly stare at the continuous view Emily offered of her teal panties. Then at one point, she half gets up and reaches down to get some more papers off the floor next to the bed (Picture 1-005) and she returns sit with her legs hanging off the bed, with her left ankle crossed behind her right. This did two things, it actually caused her skirt to ride up even more, and while it did slightly raise the leg between me and the view, it actually improved my view since the ankle crossing action was now slightly pulling her knees apart as opposed to pushing them together while sitting on them. This offered some great views when her hands were not in her lap.

I enjoyed the show as her hands seemed to spend less and less time in her lap. Emily seemed rather unaware of the show she was giving, despite seemingly trying to avoid. This led to what was probably the best part of the whole day. While stretching and rubbing the back of her neck, Emily looks down at her lap and finally notices just how high her skirt has ridden up. (Picture 1-006) I like to believe that her skirt had ridden up so far that she was actually able to see her own panties as she glanced down. Either way, after noticing the state of her skirt, she immediately looks up, as if to see if I have noticed her exposure, (Picture 1-007) while at the same time engaging in one of the sexiest skirt pull downs I can remember, which also demonstrated just how far up that skirt had gone. (Picture 1-008)

Soon after that, since she wasn’t going to school and had just let her skirt ride up almost to her waist, Emily decided to change into shorts to hang around the house for the rest of the day. I was a little bummed out, but also had a good morning full of views so I really couldn’t complain. Once Emily changed we went downstairs and onto the porch. Emily sat down and I sat perpendicular to her at the table. It wasn’t long before she was leaning over playing with a cat and hardly paying attention to me. What she didn’t realize is that her shirt was a little loose and gave a great view of her cleavage when she leaned over. These on and off views lasted for a good 20 minutes, each time exposing her soft tit, but to my disappointment, never quite gaping enough to expose her nipple. (Picture 1-009)

After spending some time outside, we decided to go upstairs and go through our utility bills for the apartment for the month. We met back on her bed where she sat down, leaned forward and began color coding purchases. Being the helpful guy I am, I just sat back and took in the view as her shirt once again fell away exposing her cleavage. (Picture 1-010) It was definitely a good day, but little did I know just how good things would get in the not too distant future.