A few days ago, I went with my wife to a trendy brunch spot that’s super popular, packed with young women dressed to impress, snapping pics of their food for Instagram. We were seated at a small two-person table, surrounded by other young folks.
At a table diagonally behind my wife, there was a young couple, maybe in their early twenties, speaking Korean. The woman was facing me. The tables had no tablecloths, and they were close enough that everything under them was in plain view—including her gorgeous, fair legs. She was wearing a khaki plaid mini skirt, kinda Burberry-esque but I’m not sure, since I’m not big on designer brands. Her legs were crossed toward the other side, so while chatting with my wife, my eyes couldn’t help but wander over there.
After a while, she must’ve gotten tired, because she switched which leg was crossed. I caught a fleeting glimpse of white and lavender—gone in a second, such a shame. Since they’d arrived earlier, the guy got up with the bill. That’s when she got careless: she swung one leg out from under the table to stand, but got distracted rummaging through her bag. Her thighs parted, and for a solid thirty seconds, I had a clear view of her panties—white with lavender trim, some writing on them I couldn’t quite make out, probably something like Victoria’s Secret.
I’m super grateful for this late-summer heatwave we had after the break. The weather’s been scorching, and so many women, including my wife, have been rocking short skirts. Seeing her flash her panties or knowing other guys might catch a glimpse under her skirt gets me so fired up. Hope you guys feel the same!
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