[EyefunJo]

A couple of days ago, we had a small barbecue party in a friend’s backyard, maybe a dozen people or so. We had beers, grilled meat, and some desserts. One of the wives there—let’s call her Mimi—was part of the crew.

Mimi was wearing this comfy one-piece dress, tight up top to show off her curves, and from the waist down, it flared out like a pleated skirt, the hem hitting about a fist above her knees.
Why bring her up? Well, at one point, we ran out of ice, so Mimi and I headed to the kitchen to grab a new batch.

The fridge was one of those older models with the freezer up top. We split the tasks: she’d scoop the ice while I grabbed some fresh beers from a stash on the floor across from the fridge. I picked up a few cans, turned around, and realized my line of sight was right at Mimi’s knee level. She had her back to me, and I could see the smooth lines of her thighs disappearing under the hem of her skirt, teasingly out of reach.

I asked if she needed help, and she said she was good—love that response. So, I quietly ducked my head lower, taking a bold chance in the empty living room to peek up her skirt. My eyes traced up her sleek legs, the faint light filtering through her light-colored dress giving me just enough visibility. There it was: Mimi’s yellow panties, snug and cotton, super homey vibes. I even caught a small damp spot—maybe she didn’t wipe thoroughly after a bathroom break. The fabric hugged her curves perfectly, revealing just enough to make out the delicate outline of her most private area, softly lit under the thin dress.

I didn’t linger too long since she was done grabbing the ice. We headed back to the backyard like nothing happened, but I’d just stolen a glimpse of a secret view no one else would’ve seen in that kitchen.