I have been a lover and an appreciator of
upskirts all my life from high school until the present day. I see no reason to retire just yet. I obviously have to exercise discretion these days as one does not want to be labelled a pervert or a ‘dirty old man’ - I went to school in the 60-70s.
I still work so there are still opportunities when I travel on the train to gain a clandestine glimpse of a girl’s nether regions.
At the station I commute from in the morning they have benches for fellow commuters to sit on while waiting for the train to arrive. We are fortunate that the platform faces the sun in the mornings so that women’s legs are well illuminated should they be careless enough not to keep them tightly closed. Anyway, these benches are quite low and lean back a bit so that when seated their legs are slightly higher than their butt. This often results in the chance to see up their skirt when they are about to get up, especially if they have had their legs crossed and then uncross them to arise. I have seen several good quick views this way as I time my glance to catch the moment they uncross their legs just before getting on the train. I have noticed that they usually leave this as late as possible so that at the time most of the other travellers are busy getting on the train. Well, using this knowledge has come in very useful in recent weeks.
While on the train I often have the chance to see up the school uniform of unsuspecting girls who, if engrossed in conversation with their friends can be too busy to be mindful of their occasional unladylike posture to allow me to see their mandatory navy school knickers
Other times, though rarer, I will succeed in seeing up a woman’s skirt as she gets up to alight at her station. This happened last week when two very attractive twenty-somethings were busy chatting away. One had a reasonably short dress on, which had ridden up as her legs were crossed. This was to the extent that I could make out a little ‘white triangle’. I fully confirmed she was wearing sexy white cotton panties when she, subsequently, uncrossed her legs to leave. I was rewarded for my patience with a view of those fine white cotton panties drawn tightly across her mound. Oh bliss!
Yes, not time to retire just yet as there are still plenty of fish in the sea and much more to see.