I was a member at a super fancy gym in the middle of the business district of a city I used to live in (my company at the time paid for it as a perk). There was a huge square shaped spiral staircase on the other side of the gym from the entrance, there was a water fountain on each floor next to the staircase, and the locker room was a little past that. the men's locker room was on the ground floor, the women's locker room was in the basement level one flight down, and there was workout equipment spread throughout all three floors of this place.
This turned out to be the perfect setup for a perv like me. Early on I figured out that if you were standing next to the water fountain at the right time and you took a peek upwards, and if a woman was walking up the right section of the staircase, and she had on just the right skirt, that you could get a direct, close up, and uninterupted view up her skirt. Ass cheeks, crotch, and even frontal if she was walking down the steps.
Over time, I developed this keen sense of timing. Whenever I'd see a woman walk into the gym with a flared skirt on, I knew the first thing she'd do was walk across the gym to the staircase, and walk down to the basement level towards the women's locker room. I knew exactly when to head down those stairs myself so I'd be at the bottom just as she was taking her first step down. The same goes for when I would see a woman walking out of the locker room after her workout in street clothes again. I knew just the right time to head towards the water fountain for a sip so I could stare up her skirt as she walked up.
The best part was the morning and afternoon rush. From about 8:30 to 9:30 when the huge crowd working out just before work showed up, there was one upskirt after another as women finished up their morning workouts and headed to work. The same went for after work from about 5:30 to 6:30. I saw so many ass cheeks and crotches the two years I worked out at that place. I saw some women so many times that I started to recognize their different pairs of panties. There was cotton, lace, and satin, briefs and thongs, some sheer, some not. The only thing I didn't get was a pantyless view.
It was glorious.
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