I have been a upskirt lover for over thirty-five years. I still prefer to see a good panty shot over a nude picture, any day, especially if it is a candid unprepared view.
Like many other teenage ‘upskirters’, At school I used to drop my pencil frequently bend down while staring under the teacher’s desk. When female teachers were ascending the staircase and was always close at hand to witness any opportunity to glimpse a brief flash of material, whatever colour they may have been.
But after high school my very first, real job was where I became a seasoned pro at this fine form of entertainment.
I worked in a shoe store. We all have heard the stories of shoe clerks getting an eye-full from some lady. Yes, I enjoyed many of those free upskirts by exhibitionists, and like others I had one lady ask to use the restroom, where she removed her panties and returned to exhibit herself in her fine ‘baldness.’
I soon learned to appreciate that the accidental and un-intentional shot was far more rewarding to me than the results of an over-sexed lady who wanted to see me turn red as I stared between her spread legs. I think that is why I do not like watching professional strippers at all, but quickly get aroused in a changing room by a curtain that is not quite closed. It took me several months to move beyond the occasional ‘beaver’ shot to days filled with views of women’s panties of all shapes, sizes and colours.
The store allowed customers to select an item and try-it-on themselves. There were four aisles and three double racks of shoes so that women could choose from either side. I noticed, one day, that the steel racks only went up half the distance of the shoe box leaving a clear view through from the other side, if one just accidentally left an empty slot in just the right place. So, I began my daily routine that began with me placing the short stools at the same location where some errant shoe clerk had forgotten to replace a box of shoes after a sale.
There were four stools in each aisle, so the odds were that at any time of the day, some unsuspecting female was going to afford me the opportunity to gain an erection.
Sometimes I had to request the ladies not to move the stool, since some would automatically slide it a few feet away from my view. I would simply go around to their side, ask them if they needed my help and then while faking some form of rearranging the shoe display, I would move the stool back to the optimum position to view said ladies delectables. It was a lot of fun.
I also learned that if you placed the stool back far enough they would be less likely to move it and they would usually try on the shoes sitting directly facing the rack falsely thinking that their beaver was safe from view. It also made it more exciting since they were further back, there was a chance that if they looked closely they would see me staring at their beaver. I was caught out a few times but I wasn’t told on or yelled at. In fact on one occasion the customer ended up giving me her phone number!
Now, I am in my fifties and working outside of retail footwear, but I still get hot under the collar when I think of the fact that at one time in my long career, I had a job with horrible hours, no vacation or insurance, very low pay, but a job that had the biggest fringe benefits of all, a daily dose of fine looking panties.
