[Lucky_doug]

One doesn’t normally associate church with upskirt opportunities, but I must admit it did benefit me in this area.

When we were kids, and I’m talking over 50 years ago, more people of all ages attended services on a Sunday, and people went to the trouble of dressing up in their ‘Sunday best’. Since women would only wear a skirt or dress to church you can imagine the chances of seeing something that was meant to be hidden were better.

We used to have an old vicar who was not very inspiring. In time he was replaced by a young charismatic person, Father B****** whose sermons were actually interesting to listen to. On top of that his wife was strikingly pretty and had a habit of wearing skirts or dresses that came to well above the knee. I know several of my friends’ fathers started attending just because of her!

I happened to be in the choir and though at first, I just considered this a chore, I came to realise it had its benefits. You see we sat or stood facing the congregation, directly in front of where the vicar’s pretty wife was seated. There were a couple of her friends there too, though they were not as attractive they tried to keep up with her fashion sense. Thus, every Sunday I was on the lookout for a quick flash from her or one of her friends when they crossed their legs or got up or sat down. I think I must have averaged almost one flash of white panties a week!

Following the service there would be fellowship where the congregation would socialise and have some light refreshments. The attendees would wait for the vicar and his wife to leave then file out and greet them both at the door. We in the choir would often hurry and disappear in the other direction to get out before everyone else. You see, the fellowship hall was in the mezzanine which meant that you had to climb a flight of stairs to reach it. A close friend of mine and myself realising this, would duck out quickly and hide beneath the stairs waiting for the people to enter the hall. We would inevitably be greeted to several glimpses up elegantly dressed women’s dresses and see their panties. Pantyhose was not popular yet, so the well-dressed woman would wear stockings with the associated garters. Seeing her stocking tops and then her knickers was always a great thrill. Most women in those days wore white knickers, or perhaps they wore white especially for church. Either way I was delighted to be the recipient of their good taste.

I always had memories to masturbate to Sunday evenings, and though I could be destined for hell, the fond recollections I have make it worthwhile. I am sure the good lord has a sense of humour and though not in favour of illicit sex has an appreciation of a good-looking female, or why else would he have created them. And if they exist what’s the harm in having a clandestine look where the subject is none the wiser?