[Lucky_doug]

No one really likes gusts, and breezes when you’re out. It blows in your face, sends your clothes in all directions, upsets one’s hair, and if it’s raining, really messes with your umbrella.

Then again, they can have their upside, literally! When pretty ladies are wandering around in light frocks and dresses, the turbulent eddies generated by the wind can create scenarios which warm the cockles of many a man’s heart, especially if he is inclined to wish what secrets lie beneath her ensemble, her dress or skirt.

Most CBDs have become concrete jungles with tall office blocks which these days present walls of glass rather than concrete. Nevertheless, for some reason known to physicists and other experts in the weather, these buildings tend to create raging avenues for the wind to whip up and down, blowing away everything in their way.

So, even on pleasant days with clement weather, the wind can catch out an unsuspecting pedestrian on their way to pick up lunch or head for a café or restaurant to indulge.

I happen to work in town, so I’m around at lunchtime, and able to avail myself of the sights. Fortunately, for most the Covid virus is a distant memory (already) and though hybrid is the new norm in working in the office or from home, it’s good to be able to get back to normal routines.

A few weeks ago, when the last days of winter were already morphing into a pleasant Spring Day, I was out at lunchtime for a walk, catch some fresh air instead of the stale and recycled office variety. In the centre of the CBD is a little park, an oasis of green in an otherwise monotonous black, grey, and blue (the glass tends to reflect the sky).

Many office workers choose to spend their lunch hour here, relaxing as they replenish their energy banks. Others use it to walk around, or simply to take a short-cut from one block to another without having to walk all the way around. Initially, I had decided to use it as a shortcut. As I got a little exercise in. Yet, as soon as I entered its tree lined, grass carpeted interior, a noticeable quite descends from the frenzied traffic only a few metres away.

I also noticed that a number of pretty ‘fillies’ were lounging around and relaxing on the grass lawns provided. So much so, that they caught my attention as most were dressed in skirts and dresses, and there were several who were exhibiting a fair amount of leg.

To say I was interested would be an understatement, I immediately changed my itinerary and decided to ‘see what I could see.’

I noticed a young couple, two women sitting and clearly caught up in their conversation. One had her knees raised, though her skirt was pulled over them, apparently giving her the confidence that all was covered, and her modesty was maintained. Alas, she had made an error which her companion did not spot to correct her.

I took advantage of the situation and chose a spot to sit which would at once place me in line with the view I intended to catch. Fortunately, I had my ‘sunnies’ my mirrored shades which would give me a certain amount of anonymity and the impression I was not actually staring or ogling them. I also had a paperback in my pocket which was another prop I use to distract anyone from the assumption I was looking at something inappropriate.

I was literally, salivating with the anticipation of what I was about to glimpse. What colour panties would she be wearing, would they be skimpy, lacy, or silk, or perhaps she would have dispensed with panties altogether. I could already feel my body’s reaction to my expectations. Trying hard to hide my boner as I tried to find a comfortable position to take in what I expected to see.

Well, I must admit, I picked it! As soon as I had sat down, I could clearly see Ms Brunette’s pink panties on display. A little sliver of material taughtly covering her most intimate region. From my lookout position I could even see a few stray pubic hairs that had escaped their confinement within the delicate pink satin that was so captivating me at that moment. I remained focused on the pair for a few more minutes, enjoying the view, but decided that I probably seen all I was going to see, her friend was not in position to offer me anything here.

I got up to see if there were anymore participants in my quest, and indeed there was. A pretty blonde, sitting alone, near the entrance to the park. She had placed herself in a siting position, legs crossed, and pretty frock drawn over her legs to cover her knees. For some reason I was drawn to her, getting a gut feeling I would be rewarded if I remained vigilant.

I sat down on a park bench facing her and commenced reading my book. My ‘stand’ had already depleted when I felt it return in response to and in anticipation of seeing another upskirt. I had already noticed that some of the earlier visitors to the park were packing up to return to their offices. It looked like my ‘blonde’ might be one of these. Anyway, I continued reading, keeping an eye on my ‘quarry.’ I was not disappointed as no more than 5 or 10 minutes later she started to prepare to leave, packing away her things, and getting ready to put on her shoes, which she had removed allowing her to repose more comfortably.

As she placed her feet into each shoe in turn, she raised her dress a little so as not to snag it on her high heels. In doing so, she raised it a little too much gifting me a wonderful glimpse of her white cotton panties, thin enough so that the shadow of her bush was clearly visible through the sheer material. Oh, thank you lord for placing the idea in pretty girls’ minds to adopt the thinnest, sheerest, most gauzy material for their intimate apparel. My ‘boner’ returned with a vengeance; this would require some attention when I returned to the office.

Having now witnessed two sensational sightings I thought my luck would surely come to an end. But no. After ‘blondie’ left I decided to do likewise.

It’s strange how in this little sanctuary, not only the sound outside disappears, but so does the wind which may be gusting around beyond the confines of the park. I rose and made my way to the exit, following two young women, who also happened to be wearing skirts. As they exited the vicinity of the park they entered a completely different regime. The wind here was still gusting, though, in the park one was utterly oblivious of it. These two were completely caught by surprise and were not ready for the consequences. Up blew each one’s dress revealing the intimate apparel each one was sporting.

One had on a white thong which did very little to hide her modesty or her pretty posterior. The other was wearing bright yellow hi-cut panties with lace on each leg opening.

I filed each peek in my memory for later reflection and continued my way back to the office. I had an important task to perform when I got there. I had to halt at a stoplight, to cross the street. Several other pedestrians did so, too, including a pretty Hispanic in a flared skirt. This was surely asking for trouble in these conditions. True to form, as she stepped foot of the curb the wind gusted and delivered a brief glimpse of her red thong right in front of me. Oh, my, it must be my lucky day! I decided to take a detour to the nearest news-kiosk and purchase a lotto ticket.

Alas, it wasn’t to be. The ROI of the ticket was zilch. As luck would have it, that was not the case with the sights I caught during my lunch hour!