This is an “up pyjamas” incident rather than “upskirt”, but anyway…
Until I saw this thread I’d completely forgotten the incident where I was temporarily renting a room in a shared house. I had a room downstairs. Upstairs there were three rooms, two of which were rented by two girls in their early 20s who were friends of each other and were of the partying persuasion.
One Sunday morning I took a call on the communal downstairs phone and someone was asking for girl number 1. I went upstairs and knocked on her door and wasn’t 100% surprised when there was no answer, what with it being the aftermath of Saturday night and everything.
I was halfway back downstairs when her door opened and she shuffled out bleary-eyed, somewhat dishevelled and half awake. The upstairs rooms opened out parallel on to a landing with the banister in front so from my lower position I could see up through the supports to where she was standing.
As I relayed the message she was rubbing her eyes, barely awake, wearing only a long t-shirt: from where I was standing I had a perfect view of her gorgeous pussy. Wouldn’t have been visible if standing on the same level.
I only had a brief glance as if I’d continued staring and if she’d stopped rubbing her eyes and saying things like “ey? Duh! What?” in a sleepy and confused fashion I’d have been rumbled and probably in trouble!
Nevetheless, that lovely and unexpected pussy is etched on to the memory banks!
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