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I really need to write down what I experienced last Thursday; you guys might not find it the most exciting story over here, but the event had really turned me on...
Professionally, I helped work on the plans for a new canopy over the train station in the city. After the completion, the dignitaries got a tour, and I was invited too.
One of the main participants was Mrs M., the CEO of the railway company.
I've seen Mrs M. a few times before, she was an unmarried woman in her early forties. She was always neatly dressed and had a nice figure, but a somewhat stern look with her hair tied up and her horn-rimmed glasses.
On this particular event, Mrs M. was wearing a classy suit made up of a light blue blouse, a brown blazer and a brown pleated skirt, apparently made of light fabric, up to her knees. Her lower legs looked very smooth, I guessed she was wearing nude stockings or pantyhose.
After the formalities on the ground floor, the guide suggested climbing the structure so the gathered press possibly conduct any interviews on top of the building.
To my surprise, Mrs M. agreed to go upstairs with us, despite the inappropriate outfit she was wearing. She even had a pair of sneakers in her bag, to avoid climbing the narrow stairs in her high-heeled shoes...
The well-prepared Mrs M. sat down on a bench, and started taking off her shoes.
Being well-trained in upskirt watching, I positioned myself right in front of her. Mrs M. however was well-trained in keeping her dignity, and she pressed her pleated skirt in between her thighs before opening her legs...
The posh lady had now taken off her high-heeled shoes, and I could see she was indeed wearing stockings or tights by the seam around her toes. She put on the sneakers, and followed us into the corridor leading to the stairs.
The first flight of stairs we had to climb was very steep, a kind of stepladder, that lead to a service bridge right under the dome.
As we stood there on the bridge and the chief engineer was explaining, I looked down and saw people waiting on the platform. It found it a really exciting thought that anyone down there looking up through the metal grid we were standing on, would be looking straight up the classy CEO's loose skirt...
After a while, we continued our climb up the steep stairs, and again Mrs M. was the last one to follow us.
These stairs led to a first flat roof which we had to cross, and it was very windy up there. For obvious reasons, I definitely wanted to see Mrs M. cross the roof as well....
At the other side of the roof there was a next flight of "normal" stairs, that would get us up to the second roof. Of course I looked over my shoulder every once in a while to see how Mrs M.'s skirt would behave in the wind, but she only appeared in the doorway as soon as we were completely upstairs.
While the guide was explaining, I looked down, "enjoying the view". Mrs M. was now crossing the roof as well, but in what a way!
She was walking hunched over against the wind, holding down the front of her skirt, and the rest of the pleated garment was blowing in all directions!
No one else except me seemed to look when she climbed the stairs, with one hand on the railing, and the other hand convulsively pulling down the fabric that the wind was tugging at violently...
As soon as she arrived upstairs, others noticed as well that Mrs M. had great difficulties to keep her privates covered... I saw the sides of her skirt blowing up well above her knees, so high that even her stocking tops came into view every once in a while.
For anyone who was standing at ground level looking up, the view must have been breathtaking, but we only saw her from the front, and she managed not to let her skirt rise up to her crotch...
For obvious reasons, the guide invited us to do the interview behind a turret, where it would be less windy.
And indeed, as soon as Mrs M. went behind the wall, her skirt was fluttering less vigorously.
As soon as the reporter started interviewing her, she let her arms hang loosely and did her best to give a relaxed impression, since only her upper body would be in the shot.
While the other guys were walking around the roof (no pervs apparently), I decided to stay a few metres behind the cameraman and follow the interview Mrs M. gave.
Her skirt was still billowing up, but she could calmly press it down two times before it rose much higher than her stocking tops.
The third time, though, like in slow-motion, the skirt suddenly raised all the way to the top of her legs, and she didn't react! For a short while, I thought i could see the underside of her crotch, covered in some white undergarment, until the skirt went back down on its own, and the interview continued like nothing happened.
A short while later, however, a sudden gust of wind blew it up again, all the way this time - the skirt was almost blown in her face! She reacted quickly, though, but during the two seconds before she could grab her skirt and pull it back down, I could enjoy the view of her uncovered lower body; for just a second I saw Mrs M. as if she was wearing no skirt at all, standing there in her white panties!
I would like to share the interview with you guys, but I couldn't find it online yet. In fact, there won't be much more to see than the hem of M.'s skirt flying up and her pulling it down again, but wouldn't it be an exciting thought to know the interviewee's white panties were showing that very moment?
Let's continue our story. The interview continued without any further issues, as Mrs M. kept one hand in her crotch until it ended.
Then we had to cross the roofs again in order to go down. I let the rest of the team go down the stairs first, and as soon as it was my turn, I took a glance back, and saw Mrs M. appearing from behind the turret, holding both hands on her thighs. Immediately, the skirt caught wind again and started fluttering in all directions - at the back again, but behind her was no one to witness anymore.
After having arrived down the stairs, at the "first" roof, I waited a while until she reappeared. She had gathered together the front of her skirt and had it in one hand, and held the railing with the other one. Holding the garment like this caused it to look like kind of a miniskirt as it reached up above her stocking tops, but at least it enabled her to descend the stairs and cross the roof without showing off her panties to everyone us...
Having arrived down the stairs, she saw me looking (must have been obvious...) and walking next to me, she said: "I could have picked a better outfit for this", to which I replied bluntly: "I hope You're wearing nice panties."
She looked at me for a moment, genuinely turning red, and answered: "Fortunately I am", and with a faint smile: "but I hope no one saw them..."
Me and Mrs M. followed the rest of the team to the door that led to the stairs. After everyone else had climbed down, Mrs M. gestured that I could go first (she really did!)...
I started climbing down the steep stairs, and I saw her pull the door shut, right before she started climbing down as well...
The people below were climbing rather slowly, so we had to wait every once in a while. I glanced up, and was now looking right up Mrs M.'s skirt. Her butt was unexpectedly large to me, and covered by white panties indeed...
We then arrived at the metal grid platform, which we had to cross to get to the stairs to the ground floor.
Again, the CEO let me climb down first, and after having taken a few steps I had to wait again for the person below to continue. Mrs M. came down a few more steps and her feet were at the level of my shoulders. I glanced up again and could enjoy the best view I ever had! I saw Mrs M.'s lower legs in stockings, the left had slipped down to just above her knee, the right one was up to halfway her thigh. Her bare thighs were still smooth, with just a tiny bit of cellulite, and on top of it all was her panty-clad ass. The otherwise well-dressed lady was wearing a rather basic pair of white cotton panties, and I had the time to take a good look at the double-layered gusset sticking out from between her thighs, and narrow lace edges were around the leg holes.
As soon as we arrived downstairs and she left the staircase after me, Mrs M. ran her hands down the back of her skirt as if to check if it was hanging properly, which of course was the case, and then went to sit down to change her sneakers for high-heeled shoes again.
She then went around for shaking everyone's hand, before making her way to the exit.
Passing me by one last time, the stylish lady with the white cotton panties smiled at me once again before leaving the building...