[Voyeur] Upskirt stories

[panchiralover]

I'm 23 years old. I also enjoy the sight of upskirts, and I'm also into panties.
Unfortunately, the opportunities don't present themselves very often, so I'm stuck with the resources available online, although I have found that typing your search in a different language shows you different results.
Might be worth the try.

[Lucky_doug]

Today I saw probably one of the best upskirts I have ever seen! It occurred on the London Underground. Let me tell you, I have seen a fair few upskirts travelling on the ‘Tube’ over the years.

This is how I work. I try to pick out potential targets before boarding. First, I look for an attractive woman, she really doesn’t have to be overly beautiful, but it helps. She should be wearing a shortish skirt/dress. Then I aim to sit across from her. The rest often is left in the ‘lap of the gods.’

On this occasion I noticed her skirt, stylish, tight and tapered, and black, just above the knee. She was also free of tights, stockings or pantihose. This made the job a little easier. This woman was clearly stylish, good looking, and gave me the impression she was an air hostess, she was blonde, slim, gorgeous, and probably in her mid-thirties.

As the carriage started to move her legs were moving slightly. My impression was that she was a little ‘ill-at-ease’, anxious or perhaps she just needed to pee. As we continued on our journey her legs were definitely drifting apart, not sufficient to see anything, and even though her light skin didn't hide anything the lighting in the tunnels was less than ideal. However, a factor in my favour was that her skirt had ridden up her upper legs. I realised my initial suspicion could be correct as we were heading out towards the airport. We were now travelling above ground. (Please note that large sections of the London Underground as you move out to the suburbs are above ground.)

It had been miserable day earlier, drizzly rain, but that had cleared up and the sun had emerged from behind the dark clouds. Light was now streaming into the carriage; this certainly helped my task of observing this sexy girl opposite me. I would have to stay on the train and miss my stop if I intended to see this out to the end!

My heart was beating really quickly. The train went under a bridge, and the light was temporarily shut off. As we emerged and light relit the interior, the train entered a curve on the track. This resulted in the suns position coming from behind me and illuminating my quarry perfectly. I could not have set it better. My stewardess chose to open her legs a little further. I could now see right up her skirt and wonder of wonders, her little ‘white triangle,’ her sexy white lacy panties which were so clearly illuminated that I could see the texture of the material, and dare I say, a few stray pubes, her pussy was begging for the light too! The shadow of her pussy was also visible through the gossamer gauze of those, oh, so flimsy panties.

This view held for about 30 seconds, which if you think about it is quite a while. I was spell-bound, not daring to look away. I possibly could have held my breath the whole while.

When she alighted at the Airport, I followed a little behind, oops, sorry for the pun, crossed the tracks and took the next train back to town. As I made my way back to the train it was as if I was floating on air, sitting on a cloud, just thinking of what I had just witnessed. Those beautiful, thin, sexy, and minimal white lacy panties. She may have thought only she knew the secret; my secret is that I knew too!

I have to say, everything after that would have been an anticlimax. That is essentially what happened. Nevertheless, my initial journey and the view I got to enjoy really made my day!

[TerryD1471]

I was only 17 when I visited Ibiza for the only time. It was 1964 and the place was beginning to acquire a reputation, but the swinging sixties had only recently begun.

I was on board a little ferry going to one of the outlying beaches and there was a young couple on the boat, she only being a little older than me and when she walked past me, I saw that her short shorts were very short indeed, to the extent that her untrimmed pubic hairs were noticeably bushing out below the hem of her shorts. I was in heaven!

The same day later in the afternoon, I was relaxing on the beach when a middle-aged lady staying at the same hotel as us walked up and started talking to us. I was well below the level of her shorts, which by now had rucked up and were gaping a little at the bottom. I realised that she had no knickers on beneath them and I was gazing straight up at her hairy pubis. I was struck by the fact that her pubis was glistening shinily behind her hairs and I found myself gazing at this wonderful sight of her pubic mound and the crack beyond in all its glory. Happy days!