[Voyeur] Upskirt stories

[OPD940B]

Originally Posted by burger1701

I agree that seeing panties in an upskirt is great but for me, and I suspect many others, seeing her pussy is a win.

Panties are nice. So is Commando, especially when there is a bit of bush.

[EyefunJo]

This time, it wasn’t me catching an upskirt—it was watching someone else catch a glimpse of my wife’s. She was wearing a casual gray mini skirt, barely reaching halfway down her thighs. We were at her uncle’s house, which is laid out like this: you enter through a foyer, which leads to a small sitting area with a sofa and a coffee table. Past an archway is the main living room. We left our coats and bags on the sofa in the sitting area, and the guest bathroom is right there too.

I’d just stepped out to use the bathroom. When I opened the door, I saw my wife in the sitting area, bent over, rummaging through her bag. She wasn’t bending her knees, her waist at nearly a right angle, the hem of her skirt riding high, practically flashing her gorgeous ass, perfectly hugged by her tiny panties, to anyone who might be behind her.

And sure enough, someone was there—her cousin, her uncle’s son. It was dim where I stood, tucked around the corner, so he probably didn’t notice me. But there he was, frozen, staring straight at my wife’s upskirt, his mouth slightly agape, practically drooling.

My wife found what she was looking for, straightened up, and turned around. Her cousin snapped back to normal, they exchanged quick hellos, and he bolted up the stairs to the second floor while she headed back to the living room.

On the drive home, I lifted her skirt to check out her panties for the day, then told her what happened in the sitting area. She was shocked—she had no idea anyone was watching. Her cousin’s in his early twenties, and I bet that view was more than enough to keep him buzzing that night.

[EyefunJo]

So, a colleague at our office quit, and HQ sent an HR rep to wrap things up. She’s this young woman, probably new to the job, rocking a sharp silver-gray suit with a skirt ending three to five inches above the knee. When she was talking to the colleague, she was standing by the desk, bending over. I caught a glimpse of the backs of her smooth, tender thighs under her skirt, and I was already swallowing hard. But, you know, you don’t mess with HR.

Later, I was hauling some boxes of files up from downstairs when I ran into her at the corner. We chatted a bit, and she asked if I needed help. I told her it was fine—the boxes were heavy as hell, so I just asked her to hold the door upstairs for me.

Man, young people have some energy. She practically bounced up the stairs. Pure instinct kicked in, and as she turned the corner, I looked up. There, under her suit skirt, was a nice look of a gray panties (I think, stairwell lighting is pretty dim). I wished she could just walk slower a bit, so the gap between her steps could be longer for me to enjoy the view.

When I was looking back in the office from a distance, her calves looked so smooth and fair that I thought she was wearing stockings. But nope, up close, I saw she wasn’t. Gotta say, sometimes I just can't help myself but jealous of that youthful skin.