Originally Posted by EyefunJo
I’m not sure how many of you are American, but July 4th just passed, and I hope everyone had a great Independence Day. As usual, a lot of families get together for barbecues, beers, and reunions on this day. My family headed to my cousin’s place, and among them was my other cousin Lily, the star of this little story.
Lily and I have a bit of an age gap. Back when I was a teenager, she was already stunning, providing me with plenty of memorable upskirt moments. She loves wearing skirts, though not the super short ones that show off a lot of thigh—usually knee-length, sometimes a tad shorter.
That day, she wore a sleeveless gray dress paired with a white T-shirt underneath. Since Lily and her husband live close by, I picked them up on the way to save parking space at my cousin’s place. As soon as she got in the car, I caught a glimpse of her charming dress through the rearview mirror. She climbed in first, then shifted to make room for her husband, her thighs parting briefly. I caught a flash of black and white between her legs—not super clear, but I assumed it was black panties, maybe with white wings from a sanitary pad since she might’ve been on her period.
When we got to my cousin’s house, everyone was in the backyard grilling, drinking beers, and hanging out. Lily sat directly across from me, but she was super conscious about keeping one hand pressed over the triangular space where her skirt met her thighs. I stared for ages, itching with anticipation, but she was always just a fraction away from revealing anything.
Finally, my cousin’s wife came out with a tray of cookies, asking if anyone wanted some. Lily’s attention shifted as she turned to check out the tray, and her legs relaxed, parting a few inches. My eyes darted straight to the prize. At the end of her gorgeous inner thighs was a pair of cotton panties, and what I’d mistaken for black and white in the car was actually a bold zebra-stripe pattern. The black-and-white stripes hugged her curves tightly, the fabric clinging to her intimate area in a way that screamed wild, animalistic allure. The sunlight caught the soft cotton just right, highlighting the snug fit and teasing the faint outline of her shape beneath, making the moment even more tantalizing.
Hilariously, I must’ve been too obvious, because my wife, sitting next to me, smacked my thigh and hissed at me to stop staring so blatantly. I teased her back, saying, “Well, why don’t you flash something for Lily’s husband to make it fair?” Her skirt was way shorter than Lily’s, but I hadn’t paid much attention to whether she’d had any slip-ups that day. I’ll have to ask her about it later.
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