[Voyeur] Upskirt stories

[EyefunJo]

Originally Posted by Iwanttoseeyourpanty

Safety shorts uhhggh.

More and more women. Are wearing safety shorts. Even women you thougth who are daring. I dated different women in Asia during business trips I see the trend.

But onne thing I noticed those who wear safety shorts are often always wearing super sexy panties. Speacially if they are wearing nice dark dresses.

Asian women and safety shorts really go hand in hand. I’m Asian myself, and I’m also attracted to Asian women. When I’m out on the street, I tend to notice Asian girls more. At the same time, when Asian women wear skirts, there’s a very high chance they’re wearing safety shorts underneath.

A while back, a big new Asian supermarket opened in our area and drew a huge crowd. The weather was hot, so while I was shopping, I was also casually checking out the pretty girls around me.

I stayed there for about two hours and had my eye on maybe a dozen or so girls. Out of those, nearly ten were wearing safety shorts.

Ironically, I don’t really like when girls wear thongs. Non-Asian women tend to wear thongs more often, but with Asian women the main “risk” is safety shorts. It feels like I’ve kind of narrowed my own options.

[Overarch4375]

This one is a little different. My modest wife caught me taking upskirt photos of her in public... and she was ok with it. Upskirting has always been something I have enjoyed doing all of my life and it was super duper rare that I have taken upskirt photos. But when I do, the thrill of it is like no other. But after I met my wife, she did not know about my upskirting fetish, and anytime she wore dresses or skirts out in public, i always snuck a photo or peaked when I could. I never could get views as she sits well like a lady typically and the way our work schedules align, I never get to see what she has on underneath before she is dressed so I go searching myself. There was one time we went out to eat and she wore this tight black pencil skirt and a cute white cropped t- shirt, with white sneakers. As casual as you can imagine, the scene was perfect. It wasn't something she would typically wear. I had my phone recording under the table because I did not get a chance to see what panties she was wearing that day. I had also gotten a shot on the way back to our car. She was wearing this lacy pink thong with those juicy ass cheeks glaring back at me. I could not resist, I had kept the photos. Fast forward a year later, we had gotten in an argument and she had used my phone to find a photo to reference in our conversation without my knowledge while i had left the room and saw all of my upskirt photos and videos of her after digging. She sat down with me and continued to argue and told me every reason under the book why she was angry at me, and then she said this: "and the photos and videos you have up my skirt... Yeah I saw them in your phone. Don't try and lie to me. I could be so angry right now but i'm not. we will talk about that later." Long story short, I told her about my fetish and she basically told me I could do whatever I want. She doesn’t talk about it, and she does not bring it up, she keeps it casual, and she makes sure I get some nice views whenever she sees me peeping. So anytime she wears dresses or skirts, my phone is always charged and I can always perv her and have hot memories saved whenever I want.. and she doesn’t ask about it, or question it. I take advantage of anytime she doesn’t sit like a lady and do it without her knowing. Theres a few times she saw some videos as she’s on my phone and said "That’s a good one, never would have imagined how much I could flash people from under tables. haha" This could have went a lot worse, but this easily became one of the best things to ever happen to me. It almost seems unreal. It's crazy how life happens sometimes. The images attached are very similar to the photos and videos I took at the resturaunt that day.

[EyefunJo]

Originally Posted by Overarch4375

This one is a little different. My modest wife caught me taking upskirt photos of her in public... and she was ok with it. Upskirting has always been something I have enjoyed doing all of my life and it was super duper rare that I have taken upskirt photos. But when I do, the thrill of it is like no other. But after I met my wife, she did not know about my upskirting fetish, and anytime she wore dresses or skirts out in public, i always snuck a photo or peaked when I could. I never could get views as she sits well like a lady typically and the way our work schedules align, I never get to see what she has on underneath before she is dressed so I go searching myself. There was one time we went out to eat and she wore this tight black pencil skirt and a cute white cropped t- shirt, with white sneakers. As casual as you can imagine, the scene was perfect. It wasn't something she would typically wear. I had my phone recording under the table because I did not get a chance to see what panties she was wearing that day. I had also gotten a shot on the way back to our car. She was wearing this lacy pink thong with those juicy ass cheeks glaring back at me. I could not resist, I had kept the photos. Fast forward a year later, we had gotten in an argument and she had used my phone to find a photo to reference in our conversation without my knowledge while i had left the room and saw all of my upskirt photos and videos of her after digging. She sat down with me and continued to argue and told me every reason under the book why she was angry at me, and then she said this: "and the photos and videos you have up my skirt... Yeah I saw them in your phone. Don't try and lie to me. I could be so angry right now but i'm not. we will talk about that later." Long story short, I told her about my fetish and she basically told me I could do whatever I want. She doesn’t talk about it, and she does not bring it up, she keeps it casual, and she makes sure I get some nice views whenever she sees me peeping. So anytime she wears dresses or skirts, my phone is always charged and I can always perv her and have hot memories saved whenever I want.. and she doesn’t ask about it, or question it. I take advantage of anytime she doesn’t sit like a lady and do it without her knowing. Theres a few times she saw some videos as she’s on my phone and said "That’s a good one, never would have imagined how much I could flash people from under tables. haha" This could have went a lot worse, but this easily became one of the best things to ever happen to me. It almost seems unreal. It's crazy how life happens sometimes. The images attached are very similar to the photos and videos I took at the resturaunt that day.

This reminds me of my very first date with my wife. At the time, we had only known each other for about a week and had mostly been texting. She wasn’t the type of girl who liked wearing skirts, but when I told her I preferred girls in short skirts, she showed up for our first date in a blue denim mini skirt.

Halfway through the date, we stopped at a café. While she was ordering, I stood behind her and looked at her fair legs under the hem of her skirt. I couldn’t resist and secretly took a photo up her skirt. That night when I got home, of course I jerked off to the picture of her pretty light purple panties.

After we officially started dating, I would take opportunities to secretly photograph her whenever I could. Then one day, about two months later, we were chatting about a news story involving a man who got caught for upskirt photography. She said she was always careful about her surroundings when she was out and wouldn’t be so easily photographed. That’s when I pulled out my album and showed her the collection of photos I had taken of her over those two months, and I also told her about this fetish of mine.

She was shocked that she had never noticed at all, but at the same time she was surprisingly accepting of my kink.

Of course, after that I became much more open about it. Whether we were out on dates or at home, I would take photos of her upskirt views. I even bought her a lot of short skirts and panties to go with them. Sometimes she would even help me get a good look at our mutual female friends. And she would also give other guys the chance to catch a glimpse up her skirt.

[shakinspire]

Sometimes, especially during the holidays, I accompany my wife to the supermarket.
I don't walk next to her, I snoop on my own and join her from time to time.
as it was summer, she wore a light, very flowing skirt, quite short, which twirled around her when she walked.
each time I joined her, I observed that a young man with a basket followed her regularly; when she stooped down to look at a shelf, he slid his basket as close as possible to her legs without touching her; not difficult to understand that there was a camera fixed in the basket and that he was subsequently going to masturbate while looking at the black panties that I knew she was wearing which must have stood out against the white legs without stockings or pantyhose.
I let him do it, it amused me to imagine this young man masturbating while looking at the crotch of my wife, who was 80 years old, sorry he couldn't see more...

[blake1977]

Around 2017, my wife (blonde) (can be a bit of a prude about wearing short skirts etc) bought a new tight black evening dress that fell to just above the knee. The dress had one of those splits up the front centre (which always surprises me!) and it was my uncle's 70th birthday with all the family there so she wore it and looked super hot in her flesh coloured pantyhose (tights)! All night I sat next to her, her hand clamped over her lap because of the split in her dress. I spotted various relatives coming over to shake her hand and kiss etc and many times caught my uncle and other men getting a clear view up my wife's dress when she moved her hand to get up as they approached, textbook work from the experienced oldies timing their looks at the perfect moment!

Takes one to know one right?*

Anyway, that night, other than a blurred pic when we got home, it was a total letdown upskirt-wise. However the following week we went out with two old friends into London and hit the cocktail bar before the restaurant, and my wife wore the same dress and skin coloured tights.

Arriving at the restaurant a few cocktails down and little worse for wear, my confidence was super high as I walked behind her up the stairs to the upper seating area. Watching her VPL behind the dress and guessing either white or black knickers (panties) as I hadn't seen her change which added to the thrill.

We sat down with our two friends, and after about 30 minutes, I got up to go to the bathroom and as any readers from my previous stories about my wife know, that can be a fruitful time! Anyway there was a staircase nearby which meant that as you came up the stairs your eyes were level with her knees under the table and I saw the smallest flash of white. My dick went super hard and out came my phone and setting it off just slowly went through the process of sitting down back at the table and I managed to get me phone inches away from her crotch, probably my best ever upsirt photo is the one named ''WF Up Close up.png''

View photos: sitting table1 (first recorded glimpse of her white knickers!),

sitting table2 (as I sat down in front of her at the table, even then her upskirt radar goes off and she closes up!)

Then for the rest of the evening she never got up but we were both pretty drunk by the time I ordered a cab and thought we'd both pass out on our way home. The taxi was a black cab and had the seat facing the back seat so I sat on that facing my wife. My wife sat bolt upright with both hands firmly over her lap and for nearly 30 mins we chatted about the evening.

Then gradually her hands relaxed, and every bump the car went over revealed a flash of white from her knickers behind those tights between those opening hands and then about ten minutes from home she dozed off and her legs widened a good deal. I got out my phone and started snapping and shooting vids every time I thought her legs would part just a tiny bit.

Photos: Wife E&D Night 1 - 7

Then, right before we pulled up I switched my phone light on (rolling camera) and pretended I was looking for door keys, actually lifting my wife's skirt up a little to film her knickers. If we were sober she'd have chinned me for that!

photo: lifting1

This is what I mean she has an upskirt detector because despite being asleep and a bit drunk she immediately woke up and staggered into the house.

In the morning she had no memory of it, but I sure did! This was her first upskirt in 3 years, since the wedding incident and I felt i had it coming and really went for it in the cab!

My fav image though has to be WIFE E&D NIGHT 1.gif, that was the first one I got of her in the back of the car and was so good it fuelled my confidence for the rest! That was the image I would go back to if you know what I mean!

[Wattom]

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...