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Back in the UK before the 80’s when the uniforms changed Women Police Officers (WPCs) used to wear skirts. Now just like any organisation especially those who sport a uniform women compete for the attention of their male colleagues. This often leads to the practice of shortening their skirt length.
One only has to see what happens in schools to this day and how short some of the girls skirts and kilts have become.
Now in the police force there are clear rules about propriety and modesty after all it is a government body and has to be respectable, nevertheless, women even here take liberties and risks with how high they can raise their skirt and get away with it, usually an inch or two. But it’s a moot point where exactly to draw the line, after all some women are taller than others and what looks too risqué on one is perfectly acceptable on another.
Now I’m not suggesting one goes around
perving on WPCs though I have no doubt there are many for whom this is a fantasy, nonetheless, given the opportunity to see up an attractive female Police Officer’s skirt there aren’t too many who would turn down such an offer.
One January day back in 1976 we had a visit in our street by two delectable and pretty WPCs both of course wearing skirts, and as I have already outlined, they were sporting skirts that clearly were at least a couple of inches above the knee.
There had been a spate of robberies in our street and the police were undertaking a thorough survey of occupants of the street in the hope of picking up any new leads to assist with their investigation.
They came to the door and the senior WPC introduced themselves as WPC ***** (Sarah) and her partner WPC ***** (Shirley).
WPC ***** was dark haired about 5’ 10” (178 cm) and slim carrying 35C breasts whereas WPC ***** was an inch or two shorter 5’ 8” (173 cm) sightly stockier with 36CC breasts and a nice arse.
They explained about the robberies and that they wished to ask us a few questions that might help them with their enquiries. No, we were not suspects, this was just routine and we had nothing to worry about.
It was cold standing at the door so I invited them into the living room. They were certainly appreciative of getting out of the cold. I offered them to sit on the couch, and then realised the error. It is quite old and sags a lot, but it was too late as they had already taken a seat. As they descended into the depths of the couch under their combined weight their posteriors continued to sink causing them to find themselves in a position with their knees much higher than their rears. Not a very lady-like pose especially if you are wearing a skirt.
I was sitting opposite and saw everything as it happened. As I think back it was almost like it was in slow motion. As their rears sank into the couch they tried to catch themselves by pushing down on their feet. This had the effect of causing their legs to part granting me a golden opportunity to see up not one but both of their skirts. And what did I behold?
Sarah (WPC *****) was wearing white panties and regulation black or navy stockings so I could see the space of skin between the tops of her stockings and her panties. Shirley (WPC *****) also wearing regulation black or navy stockings had light blue panties.
Wow, I couldn’t have scripted it better if I had tried. Two knock-out WPCs and two terrific upskirts and we hadn’t even started.
I was unsure of the protocol could I offer them something to drink, obviously not alcohol, but a cup of tea? Should I?
Anyway I went ahead and offered and though they were on duty, being that it was a cold day they readily accepted.
I went into the kitchen to put the kettle on and then returned. They had the time to fix up their position and were now perched on the edge of the couch so they could sit more suitably.
As it happened we were out of regular tea so I ended up serving them a herbal tea, something with a mixture of chamomile, rosehip and tiger-root. It is said that this concoction can cause soporific effects, but I have never suffered this way.
Anyway after a couple of minutes of pleasant conversation while they had their tea they got down to business.
I thought I detected a very relaxed demeanour in the way they were asking the questions and the way they were going about their investigation but I put I down to just my imagination.
After another five minutes Shirley who was taking a more passive role and not asking questions yawned, another two minutes and she yawned again. I was surprised how long this list of questions was taking, but I realised to do a proper investigation and solve these crimes they needed to get as much information as possible.
Two minutes later Shirley rose from the couch and asked where the toilet was. Clearly the tea had run its course and she needed a release. I showed her where to go and then returned to Sarah. However, I could help having an image of Shirley now in the toilet hitching up her skirt and quickly dropping her light blue panties before she let fly with a gush of pee. What colour was her pussy hair, I wondered. Was she hairy or shaven? Questions stimulated from the brief view up her skirt just a few minutes before.
I continued to answer questions put to me from Sarah, but I couldn’t help thinking about her a few minutes earlier with her legs open showing me her white panties. If only I could see them again. But that wasn’t going to happen, accidents like that don’t repeat themselves, do they?
Then Shirley returned and came back to sit down but somehow she had forgotten about the couch and though Sarah tried to warn her she positioned herself to sit right down in the deepest part of the couch and just like it happened before her rear end ended up sinking down. She tried to compensate and ended up splaying her legs again giving me yet again a splendid view of her pale blue panties. But there was something different this time, they looked darker or at least there was a region that was. Could she have pissed her panties or had a little accident on the way to the loo? The possibilities tossed around in my mind.
But then almost immediately like a comedy of errors Shirley’s mistake had a spill over effect on Sarah. Shirley had upset the balance of the couch and Sarah ended up overbalancing and tumbling backwards resulting in her also spraying her legs wide apart and once again gifting me a glimpse of her intimate white undies, but they too looked different to the way they had been before. She too had a dark patch in the gusset as though she too, had peed her pants.
I couldn’t help but be aroused by this course of events and ended up with a huge boner.
Sure enough Sarah, once she had regained her composure asked to be excused and now I had visions of her panties down by her knees peeing and showing her pussy. What colour was she or was she also shaven?
After she finished her business Sarah returned to wrap things up and thanked us for our cooperation and the tea.
What a strange episode I had to admit and what serendipity to see two WPC upskirts twice with the added delight of seeing their soiled panties!