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Windy Upskirts Chapter 1

I live in Melbourne, Australia. It is a great ‘little’ city, by world standards, having only around 3 million people. It does have a lot going for it. A good climate, never getting too hot, and when we have hot days, you can guarantee things will cool down overnight.

It is not like Chicago the ‘windy’ city, but having lived in London, before, it definitely has a constant gentle breeze flowing through the city.

Now those aficionados of a lovely candid upskirt know the pleasure of having a sudden gust of wind light up your day by carefully lifting the dress or frock of that ill-prepared woman just ahead of you.

Usually, if you live in a place that is known for sudden. unexpected uplifting gusts, you dress accordingly. By wearing a longer dress or skirt, by adopting a material which is a little heavier, making lifting up less likely, or similar.

However, there are occasions when or where such preparedness does not always help.

As people who enjoy horse racing know, Melbourne has one of the premier races in the calendar. The Melbourne Cup is world renown and people and horse converge on Melbourne in November for this race.

The Melbourne Cup is part of the Spring Racing carnival which takes place at the Flemington Race course each year and runs for about a week. The Melbourne Cup is always on a Tuesday and is a great spectacle and many people often just come to see and be seen, and not specifically for the racing.

Now it does bring out the fillies, and I’m not just referring to the equine variety. Women love to dress up and this is an opportunity they cannot miss. All manner of pretty, sexy and attractive attire is sported for this day out.

It is well known that the Melbourne weather is fickle and unreliable. I have already mentioned it can be windy. Most women dress for fashion rather than practicality on such days. On top of that, most do not have experience of dressing for big outdoor events where the vagaries of the wind is very different from in town. Thus, all this conspires to provide plenty of opportunity to catch a delicious ‘uppie’ or several, should the weather be conducive.

In addition, Thursday is Oakes Day, a special occasion for the ladies. This came about owing to the many races given over to fillies, the equine variety, this time. It is a gala occasion, people come ‘done up to the nines.’
There is a lot of frivolity, drinking and having a thoroughly good time. Added to this many organise picnics on the grass.

As anyone knows, when women sit down on the grass the chances of a sneaky peak up some indiscreet woman’s frock is heightened. Just wandering around the picnickers can elicit quite a number of lovely views in only a few minutes. It is truly a haven for those who desire such things.

At any time one can catch a glimpse of a red thong, white lacey panties, a snug and tight bikini or even ‘French knickers.’ The range is truly revelationary both in colour, style and cut.

Though it is relatively easy to take a snap of a candid view, I prefer not to so as not to draw the ire of the victim. Though, by the afternoon, when a sizeable quantity of alcohol has been imbibed, resistance is greatly reduced, and taking a quick shot is unlikely to seriously offend. Just watch out for police wandering around, as such behaviour is technically illegal and an offence.

I usually choose a convenient spot on the grass to place my picnic blanket, not too close to others but within easy visual distance of a group including a number of pretty ladies suitably clad.
I pretend to be minding my own business, and this puts them at ease, so that they choose to ignore me. I then usually don a pair of ‘sunnies’ (sunglasses) and take up a strategic position from which to view goings on.
It generally does not take too long before I gain my first view.
Last year was a good year. It was reasonably warm, no threat of rain appeared on the horizon, though, for Melbourne, that is no guarantee.

From where I was sitting by midday, I had already succeeded in catching 3 glimpses of different women.
The first had just joined the group of friends and was getting down on the grass. She tried to keep her legs together as she squatted down and then sat down. But it was not to be, for her, as at the critical moment her knees parted to offer me a classic front-view shot of her white lacey panties. They were a little sheer allowing a faint hint of her dark pussy. I was off and running. (Excuse the pun)

A second girl joined them a little later, she was more successful at getting down, getting on her knees, and then manoeuvring to the sitting position. So, she has ‘won’ the first round. However, attired in a very short skirt, I felt confident of eventual victory. And so, it was. She got on her knees, then on all fours as she moved around arranging things on the blanket. Oh, girlie, when wearing a short skirt, you do not get on all fours!
I was offered a beautiful view of her firm, taut backside as she was bent over. A red thong, tightly embedded in her arse, barely covering her modesty, not that the thong could accomplish that.
It looked like I was going to have a good day, indeed.

As more people got comfortable on the grass, I decide to take a stroll and see the ‘lie of the land’ so to speak.
I wandered past several groups where I was able to glimpse a number of ‘careless’ girls whose legs were sufficiently spread to allow their panties to be glimpsed. In one group there were two very pretty girls both wearing summer frocks who had their knees raised, such a pose usually avails one of a good look. However, they both were wearing dresses that fell blow the knee. They clearly, thought they were protected from prying eyes (mine), but, they were a little over confident. Though their dresses fell over their knees, the fact that they had their knees raised allowed visual access below and at grass level.

What made it special was that thinking they had done sufficient to protect their modesty, they allowed their knees to stray quite a way apart! This meant that they were both showing an expanse of panty and more. One was wearing yellow cotton panties and there were definitely several stray pubic hairs that had escaped their panty coverage. The other was wearing lilac satin panties, she was obviously shaved as she was showing a clear divide there, a beautiful ‘camel-toe.’

I decided to try for a camera shot here as they both seemed busily engaged with their companions. I got my phone out and approached as unobtrusively as I could. Then, still at a distance of about 10 metres, and using the built-in zoom facility that my phone has, snapped several shots from the hip, which I hoped would return some good results. I was not disappointed.

I resolved to have some lunch, as everyone else was doing similar, and a little something to drink, too to get into the spirit of the day.

As I was chomping through a chicken schnitzel wrap, I noticed another group who had joined the fray later than others. Here was a family group. Mum, Dad and three kids. The oldest girl was probably in her teens and just coming into her femininity, beginning to develop curves and other things. She was wearing a very short denim skirt which did little to cover what she had on below, when she was sitting, except when her legs were flat on the ground. But as soon as they were raised or parted in anyway, I glimpsed her cute mound covered in pastel yellow and green cotton panties. She was careless enough to put on a decent show for me as I enjoyed my lunch.
The bonus was her Mum. Also wearing a denim skirt, though considerably longer. She was pretty, probably still in her thirties, with a good figure, from what I could see. A nice ‘rack, ’too. Which was delicately covered in a summer blouse, which did her charms a big compliment as her lacey white bra could be clearly made out through it.
As Mum was organising the tribe she was constantly moving, and in so doing granted me a glimpse of her white cotton panties. In one of the peeps I got, white ended up lasting nearly a minute, I thought I could discern a stain, a wet stain in the crotch. Had she had a little ‘accident’, or perhaps she and hubby had had a little ‘fun’ before coming out to Flemington today. Either way, it made the clandestine vision all the more arousing.