Under the table
I developed an appetite for upskirts from an early age. Not exactly sure how that happened. Certainly, having two older sisters gave me plenty of opportunities growing up. Mum’s younger sister, Audrey, who was a bit of an exhibitionist definitely steered me in that direction, and having had several great teachers from kindergarten, through primary and secondary school, most assuredly helped.
I remember, from the age of seven or eight being interested in not just looking up my sisters’ skirts, but ‘older’ women too, like Aunt Audrey, or my teachers. Did I mention they were mostly women, young and attractive.
When we were gathered as a family or similar occasions and we were at the dinner table, I’d get bored, and looking for something ‘different to do, would frequently disappear underneath the table. There was a tablecloth which covered my presence from noisy eyes.
While sitting there wondering what to do next, I looked around at the view. A lot of legs. But many of them belonged to women and girls, my sisters. There were Mum’s too.
I noticed how they were all wearing skirts or dresses. Women did that in those days we are talking about the 60s and 70s. I got to learn about some female habits like how relaxed women became when they were not in the presence of a man, or at least they thought they were. They were less likely to be so modest or discreet, in how they sat or behaved. Consequently, here I was under the table, they were largely unaware of my presence, and thus, a little careless in their deportment. Their skirts or dresses were pulled up more than usual; they allowed their legs to part allowing air to flow between them. All this meant that from my perspective I had perfect access or sight up their skirts to see what was usually hidden from view but was now mine to enjoy.
I took special joy in seeing my Mum’s white cotton panties, in all their ordinariness, but when I noticed a wet mark (from her pee?) that really excited me. (Am I weird?).
Seeing my sisters’ legs somehow was not nearly so exciting, but he other ‘older’ women was definitely a turn on. There was a pair of sky-blue panties, beige, pastel coloured. It all made for very intriguing viewing.
I made this into a game or pastime whenever the opportunity presented itself. At least once a week. So, I got plenty of glimpses. When Summer came along and the mercury started rising, so did the dresses. What’s more, every so often there’d be a woman who’d go commando, we didn’t call it that then, but she would discard or dispense with her panties and sit wide legged fanning her pussy with her dress, completely unaware that I was thoroughly enjoying her show.
Another time I got to see Aunt Audrey, I got to recognise her legs, masturbate, surreptitiously, her hands hidden by the tablecloth and the folds of her dress. She was not wearing panties, and her hand was buried in her sn*tch, and making small, deft, but very unambiguous movements in her nether region. I never got to see her face, but as she got closer. I am sure she must have been biting down on her lip to stifle any indication of the climax she was having.
I spent many weeks hiding under the table, I never got caught, though it was a close thing once. Eventually, I just outgrew it or thought that I was too old to play such ‘childish’ games. But the pleasure I endured, and the things I saw were really a sight for sore eyes!
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