[Voyeur] Upskirt stories

[rracoonz]

Originally Posted by JohnK77

I was just sitting at a gas station you eating lunch when I look up across the street and see a big gal bending over putting something in her car...

This just reminded me of a scene that played out for me last summer!

I often go to breakfast at a local Village Inn. One morning, I finished my meal and walked out to the car. Standing there I could see a gas station that had a car wash next door. There were 3 vacuum stations on my side of the building. A gal was vacuuming out her car wearing a short summer dress. I watched as she kept leaning in to vacuum the seats and floors of her car, obviously giving upskirt shots to anyone near by. One of the store employees came out and started to use a leaf blower to clean the parking area.
She would climb into her car on her hands and knees with the vacuum hose, allowing her short skirt to ride up high. He slowly walked by her car, getting a full view of her upskirt antics.

She did this for a long time, obviously going to the same doors of her car over and over. She was purposely putting on a show!

Soi just HAD to get a better view. I jumped in my car, left the parking lot I was in, and pulled into the gas station, driving slowly past her. At that point she again crawled into her back seat. The hem of her short skirt was high on her ass, her legs were spread as wide as the could be that back seat, showing beautiful purple panties hugging between her legs. She was acting as if she was vacuuming, but there was no sound of the vacuum being on.

This girl was just purposely giving upskirt shows to all those around her. As I slowly drove away, I thought, "What a wonderful woman this must be!"
What a great way to start your day!!!

[Lucky_doug]

There was a time when I was unemployed for a while and I offered to help out at the local kinder. I would perform all the odd jobs and even help out with the little tots from time to time.

There were two full time carers or kinder teachers who were young in the mid to late twenties, good looking so I would often flirt with them a bit.

In the summer they liked to wear dresses and skirts a lot, despite the fact that this form of dress could be a little inappropriate for all the climbing and playing they did with the children, nevertheless, they adopted this dress code as in the heat it was more comfortable and women didn’t really wear shorts to work in those days.

All the furniture there is designed for the children, that means it is small and low down. The teachers, Tess and Pat would have no choice but to use the chairs when sitting and talking to the kids.

There was a lot of storytelling and role playing and so they would often be sitting in front of the kids. Sitting in a short skirt on a low chair can be a little difficult to maintain one’s modesty but they did a good job keeping their legs together. But there would always be times when in the heat of the moment and getting passionately into the story they forgot themselves and adopting a more comfortable pose their knees would open up.

There were a couple of occasions when Tess was seated and her legs opened up. I just happened to be around and conveniently walked behind the class to see her appealing position with her open legs. I was greeted to a beautiful glimpse of her lily-white panties.

Another occasion occurred when she was hanging some of the kids art from the rafters. She need to climb up the ladder. Being a little nervous of climbing up thre rickety ladder I offered to hold it for her. I should really have gone up myself to hang the arts and crafts up, but she had other ideas.

Anyway, trying to look away so as not to appear as more of a perve than I am, I kept an awareness of where she was at and how she was positioned. When she was at the top and engrossed in attaching the art work to the rafter I took a quick clandestine peek. I was gifted with a view up her skirt, full bum and crotch in her light-blue panties. I was about to look away afraid she might catch me staring when she twisted and presented me with an even more sexy shot of her panty-covered mound, which I am sure appeared darker from her pussy hair hiding behind the thin delicate material.

It was only a glimpse but the recollection has remained with me ever since.

Of course, mums often come in to assist with reading to the children at lunch time to give Tes and Pat a break. They would come dressed in all manner of items, pants, leggings, but also occasionally a skirt. Many of these mums are usually pretty young themselves, and not a few of them are extremely well presented, there are ample opportunities to catch a sexy glimpse of tits or up their skirt.

I definitely did see quite a few white, pink and other coloured panties or thongs being sported by a young sexy mum, unbeknownst to her.

[Lucky_doug]

While I was at college I earned my keep to pay the fees by working in a local shoe store. Being a college campus town we were always busy with students and locals coming in to buy all manner of footwear.

I always took my responsibilities seriously but when I realised the potential this job provided I paid it more attention and took my time to hone my skills in serving customers, making them comfortable and ensuring they felt at ease, in this way I learnt how to give them the best customer experience possible.

I soon realised with the large volume of women passing through there was ample opportunity to catch an unwary female displaying her ‘wares.’ I watched how the seasoned professional salesmen and women went about their business in giving good service which led to them earning commissions for their efforts. I picked up tricks and techniques for satisfying the client and in this way my sales and commissions started to increase as I got better at selling. In fact after a couple of months they were so impressed with me that they raised my pay and increased my hours.

When customers came into the store the regular sales staff would assess the value of the potential client and the higher their value the more senior sales person would seek to satisfy their interest in a purchase.

I learned quickly how this went and was always on the look out to get in quick with a potential customer. As my performance and abilities improved they were more than happy to let me share the ‘better’ customers.

Being young and of cheery countenance I soon discovered I had a good rapport with the ladies. This more than made me happy as it afforded me many opportunities to catch rare glimpses up their dress or skirt or a surreptitious glance down their blouse.

I studied how to chat the customer up, interest them in a sale and try to increase the purchase from only one item to several. Part of the whole process was the ‘touchy-feely’ side of proceedings, working on their mood and emotions. Furthermore, by gentle and encouraging skin-contact through the trying on and fitting of the shoe you can gain a customer’s trust and more, make them feel at ease and even place them in a very relaxed trance-like state which will allow you to influence them to purchase more.

By improving these skills rather than the bare skills of surreptitiously looking up a woman’s skirt I was rewarded in the long run with many memorable ‘victories’ and conquests against the power of ‘darkness’ and the ‘secrets’ hidden by their dress or skirt.

Spring and summer were obviously the best times to catch that elusive and as time went on not so elusive glimpse of a woman’s charms. Female students and other women were more likely to swathe their legs in a dress than jeans or pants and who was I to deny their choice of apparel?

I would initially engage them in a little friendly chatter, warm them up to a purchase and then get down to business with a choice of shoe followed by the ‘fitting.’

Talking in a relaxed but assertive manner allowed me to influence them to my intentions and direction and simultaneously place them in a comfortable frame of mind which allowed me to gain their trust. So much of the success of the ‘hunt’ depends on gaining the trust of your quarry. At the same time physical contact through feeling their foot and lower leg encourages them to open up (literally and figuratively) and relax.

It is truly amazing how easily some women respond to the right touch to their feet and legs. This can be referred to as a ‘foot-fetish’ so it has real scientific basis. Without having to do too much a woman who only a few minutes before was a complete stranger will be opening up to you (in more ways than one) and allowing you to feel her feet and legs in most intimate ways that in any other situation would be thought of as impossible or just lewd and inappropriate.

Given the right sort of ‘spiel’ and caresses I soon learnt how to get a woman to open her legs for me without her even realising. In so doing I have almost had these women ‘eating out of my hands’, mewling affectionately and almost coming with the arousal I have induced in them.

I have also gained some repeat customers who returned and insisted on me serving them, so much did they appreciate and enjoy the ‘way’ I treated them.

This was all good for me on many levels. I enjoyed what I was doing, earned extra commission and got to view some truly awesome ‘sights’ at the same time.

In addition, the trust and good feeling my treatment of them engendered also led to relationships and many dates and nights spent in their bed. It taught me the power of the caress and careful and sensual touch, and ultimately how important foreplay is in really great sex.

As I have already said, my foreplay in ‘feeling them up’ for shoes has had some women so aroused that they let me take liberties they would be shocked if they were not in this semi-trance induced state of relaxation.

In one case I got a customer so worked up I had to take her into the back, ostensibly to choose a pair of sandals but in reality to fuck her and get her over her orgasmic state I had induced.

Several had first come in wearing pants and subsequently returned in a dress or skirt so that their legs would be free to be touched and caressed.

Thus the probability of seeing an upskirt was extremely high. I must have notched up not only scores of sales but equally scores of upskirt sightings seeing white, pink, blue or red, lacy panties and more and even a few would deliberately come in commando-style just to please me or dare me or as a personal thrill to themselves.

As has been mentioned by other aficionados of all-things-upskirt, panty-sightings are what ultimately drive us. Yes, a good beaver shot, bare pussy and pubes is wonderful every-now-and-then but the delicious feeling of seeing a woman’s intimate apparel when she is not aware you are viewing it and more’s the point getting past her defences and possibly her efforts to be modest and lady-like in denying you the pleasures we seek is what gives us the ‘thrill of the hunt.’ It is the non-consensual relationship that intrigues.

However, here there can be an ironic paradox. You can be sitting with an attractive woman happily passing the time of day and she is equally pleased to be so occupied, while at the same time you are taking in the delights she is, unbeknownst to her, sharing with you.

Several such scenarios in the shoe store come to mind. A mother came in with her 10 year old son for a pair of trainers and she was seated next to him as I engaged them both in pleasant conversation to ease and relax them into a frame of mind conducive to fitting them up for some footwear and the eventual purchase.

Mum is a young thirty-something trim good looking blonde with a perky personality which quickly came to the fore. Junior is into sport and computer games. Mum also happens to be wearing a neat grey skirt stopping above the knee; she has probably come straight from work to pick up her son and bring him here.

My cool and calming speech puts them at ease and I see mum begin to relax as I fit junior with his trainers. At the same time I am also focusing on getting Mum interested in getting herself some new item of footwear. I suggest getting a pair of trainers herself so she can join her son jogging or possibly kicking around a ball, but she says she has, so I steer her to the possibility of a new pair of sandals for spring. Women, can’t resist that, and so she is baited and after finishing with her son I move across to get her shoe measurements.

Calmly and soothingly I remove her shoe and commence caressing her foot. I make a comment that she has very dainty well looked after feet. She is clearly taken by my compliments and I sense her accede to my approach to get her to enjoy the whole process. I measure both her feet, this gives me more time to soothingly massage her feet and get her in the mood, the whole time plying her with complimentary praise on her well-behaved son, how pretty she looks, the nice weather we are having for this time of year and so on. Keep talking, get her to talk also and she becomes more malleable and conducive to follow my directions do what I want her to do.

Up to this point her legs are discretely locked together but I have other ideas. Without using any force I massage her calf-muscles explaining how when the leg is relaxed fitting a new pair of shoes is so much easier and she is more likely to get the exact fitting she needs.

My procedures are working and she very agreeably allows me to move her legs apart to fit the sandals, doing them up then asking her to stand then sit again. She is involved in the conversation to such an extent she does not realise how far apart her legs have become. To help matters, as I comment on her great knees I gently massage up her lower leg to her knees, adding the importance of being relaxed when tying on shoes and not being too tense which can cause the feet to swell and ruin the experience leading to unwelcome consequences.

She’s loving it and I try my luck by going higher and even pushing her skirt further up her thighs, nothing inappropriate or lewd mind you, just an inch or two which will make all the difference to my view which will shortly appear.

I ask her to stand, then to take a short walk to ‘try them out’. When she comes back I ask her how they felt and she is all compliments. “Great! Really comfortable and so light.”

I ask if I may remove one to examine the fit. This is just for show as it doesn’t actually achieve anything, but she laps it up and I get to touch her some more.

I do up her sandals again and ask her to sit for a minute with her eyes shut and think of a relaxing scene or location where she has spent some quality time. I have positioned her legs about 9 inches apart and with her skirt now slipping up her thighs I am offered a perfect view of her panties, delicate, white and gauzy. She is in a different world and doesn’t realise what I am doing.

Her son is happily playing games on her phone so he is oblivious to what I’m doing to his Mum. I continue to talk to her and ask what she is imagining and ‘move’ there with her. Talking about the idyllic surroundings, the warmth of the sun and the swish of the ocean in the background.

She’s really getting into it and her breathing has slowed so relaxed has she become. I am still slowly caressing and massaging her legs and she is clearly loving it. Meanwhile the whole time I am staring up her skirt at her delectable panties which are semi translucent and one can see her blond pussy hair through the gauzy material.

Seeing how placid she has become I try something. In keeping with the scenario she is imagining I ask her if she is there with her husband. She answers in the affirmative, and I press on. Such a location is the perfect place for a honeymoon I suggest, and she confirms that this is exactly what they are doing. I consider I am on a ‘good wicket’ and so continue.

“You no doubt made love there, didn’t you?” “Oh, yes, yes.” “Wasn’t it great and romantic?” “Uh-huh.” “Just the perfect back-drop for lovers to share their most intimate moments, no?”

Now I started to lead her. I have no idea how accomplished a lover her husband is, but every woman wants to be swept off her feet and likes to think that those formative moments together were so romantic and he was such a wonderful lover.

“Picture how your husband held you in his arms, kissed you all over, in all your special places. Didn’t that make you feel so warm and sexy and aroused?”
“Oh, yes, Oh Yesss.” She continued clearly imagining and, indeed, reliving all I was suggesting to her.

I could see things were working as I noticed small moments of her butt on the seat she was sitting on. Sexy pelvic movements, tell-tale signs of sexual arousal and stimulation. I kept a close watch on her panties and her crotch for any changes. I was not disappointed, Five minutes into my induction and there were the unmistakable signs of moisture on her pussy hair and a stain developing in the gusset of her panties. Amazing!

I didn’t want things to get out of hand and in any case I had a sale to make. I gradually talked her down, brought her back to the present and by the time she reopened her eyes her legs were firmly together completely oblivious to the show she had given me.

Oh, and did I tell you, she was so aroused that I could smell the heady scent of her sexual juices that had collected in her panties. Oh, how I would have loved to keep those panties she was wearing.

When she got up to go and pay, I noticed a hesitation as she felt something down there and became aware of how wet she had become and, of course, wonder how that could have occurred.

She paid and left with her son and their purchases. I made a mental note of her name as seen from her credit card with which she offered to pay, Melanie F****.

That was not the last time I had the pleasure of Melanie’s custom. She ended up coming in again to be fitted for a pair of shoes. It was a clear indication off the value of preparation and good planning to achieve your desired aims. And of course, the next time she came in I once again succeeded in seeing her beautiful intimacy to my eternal delight.

[Lucky_doug]

As I mentioned previously, to get through college I worked part-time in a shoe store. This benefited me in many ways not the least financially getting me through the financial burden of paying for my courses. I also learnt practical lessons in business and the importance of providing good service.

But most apropos to this meme are the ample opportunities I was granted to see up lovely ladies skirts. Of course some of them weren’t so lovely, but hey, an upskirt is an upskirt, some are better than others in different ways but they all represent a victory over, and a vanquishing of, the forces that would prevent us seeing secret delights beyond the view of everyone else. The sexy panties, knickers, thongs or other intimate apparel that covers our pretty women’s nether regions.

We have a great mayor in our town, Mary Marsden, a pretty divorcée, thirty-something brunette with long hair and a cute butt-to-boot, oh and did I mention she’s got a great rack too?

Anyway, one day she surprised us with a visit to the store. We all thought she was just coming to see the local merchants and how we are doing, but as it happens she genuinely sought out a new pair of dress shoes for her social engagements.

It was my lucky day as it was I who got to serve her, and serve her I would.

My luck held even further as she was dressed in a fashionable knee-length skirt and a light blue blouse, semi see-through so her bra-encased breasts were fashionably presented.

I intended to use my charm and my ‘magic’ hands to get her into a suitable frame of mind to make my aims achievable. I was initially a little daunted by her status as mayor of the town but we soon ‘broke the ice’ and she became just another good-looking woman whom I planned to see up her skirt.

I asked her to select some examples of shoes that she liked and I suggested another two which I brought from the stock room at the back.

Soon I was into proceedings both verbally encouraging her to relax and let me do my job and the physical contact of skin-on-skin to induce a feeling of calm serenity that would allow me to ply my ‘trade.’

She responded as expected to my touch and caressing of her feet, which was, of course, aided by my smooth-talking spiel and was soon relaxed and enjoying my touch and soothing massage of her feet and lower legs.

She had a younger side-kick assistant accompanying her making sure she didn’t receive any undue attention from the public and also trying to keep her on schedule for her next appointment, but I soon gathered that it was Mary’s choice that finally decided how long she would remain here buying shoes. I also made a mental note to try and get her pretty assistant, Charmaine, to come in a get a new pair of shoes herself, by asking Mary to refer me to her afterwards.

I was working on Mary’s legs and we tried on several pairs of shoes, all looked great on her, especially the heels. She had great legs and excellent poise and really knew how to comport herself properly like a lady should. Unfortunately, one aspect of her lady-ness would today be lacking as I calmly assisted and promoted a feeling of well-being as she parted her knees and opening her legs for me to take pleasure in the view that was about to unfold.

I didn’t have time to develop the scenario setting I have used on other ‘fillies’, but my abilities to induce a feeling of relaxation and ‘all’s well with the world’ in my inductee allowed me to achieve similar goals.

Mary’s prone position was partially hidden from her assistant and so she didn’t suspect anything was amiss. I pressed on, Mary’s legs were now sufficiently apart to allow me to see her pink panties, delightful. I much prefer bikini or hi-cut panties to a thong, which in my opinion is crass and lacks class. Mary was wearing a pair of bikini briefs that perfectly covered her mound, she obviously maintained a well-kept ‘garden’ as I couldn’t discern any stray pubes. She was responding perfectly to my advances and light touches and I soon had her making little movements on her seat suggesting how turned-on she was. Her arousal became more obvious the longer I went on so I decided to cool things down and bring things to a close.

Bringing her down from her sexual high I completed the sale and she left very happy and in a good mood the proud owner of 3 pairs of patent high-heeled pumps. She didn’t leave before giving me her number, no not her private number but the one to her office and said that next time she would call to arrange a private fitting in her mayoral chambers. I really considered that a sign of how well I had performed. The other staff were not aware of this private arrangement but the fact that I had sold the mayor three pairs of shoes earned me no little recognition and appreciation.

Felicity Kroneker had inherited the store from her father who opened in back in the 60s. But because of her business acumen and her resolute will to succeed it had grown to a business that now had ten outlets across the state and was one of the leading shoe businesses in the region.

Felicity was one of the town’s leading lights and on the council’s Board of Trade and Small Business. She was in her thirties but still; single which people found strange given how attractive she was and how much she was worth. She liked to explain it that she had never found any one she liked enough to settle down with and in any case her time was shared with her business and looking after her mother and her two German Shepherds, Kraus and Bender. Felicity was 5’ 8”, slim with an athletic build, jet black hair and a figure to die for.

I had met her briefly when I was initially hired but now I got to meet her properly and enjoy an impromptu talk and discussion about how I was doing and my prospects moving forward. I was still enrolled in college and thoroughly enjoying the course and though I had no interest in dropping out Felicity was seriously offering me full-time work if I wanted it.

She was intrigued with how quickly I had picked up the finer points of salesmanship in the footwear industry. She invited me upstairs for a friendly chat and discussion.

At the same time she was interested in my technique as I had rapidly ascended the ladder of sales in the company and she wanted to see me in action. I told her I would be happy to demonstrate my abilities but it would have to wait for another day as the store was busy and they were short staffed. I apologised to the boss, but in passing I told her to wear a skirt. At the time I didn’t realise that this could be easily taken the wrong way, but I saw she wasn’t upset by this request, more curious than anything.

I explained that I came from a traditional background with good old-fashioned values. Women in order to look their best should dress like women and that implied a skirt or dress. Furthermore, I respond better when I am in the right frame of mind and if the customer is dressed in a classy way it makes my abilities better. A little like ‘dressing for success’ it puts you in a positive mind set to go forward and win. She liked my explanation and agreed to comply with my wishes.

The following morning when things were a little slow in the store she came down and asked me to serve her.
“What are you looking for?” I enquired.

“A pair of boots, please”

Well this was interesting, It would also give me the opportunity to reach up her legs, always a great chance to avail oneself of a woman’s charms.

I should point out that she was wearing a knee-length beige wrap-around skirt which offered all sorts of possibilities.

I started as I always do by engaging her in light conversation while at the same time removing her existing shoes to measure her foot-size.

I carefully followed my tried and tested formula. Light caress as I measure her feet followed by gentle massage of the calf region of the leg. She commented on this, asking me where I had learnt this technique.

I responded that I ‘intuited’ it, just something I developed myself but when I saw how effective it was I continued to use it.

She seemed genuinely impressed with this and let me continue. She had chosen two different styles of boot to try on and I added a third. This would afford me more opportunity to feel her up and gain access to her, no doubt, delectable charms.

Now I know I was potentially stepping on ‘thin ice’, one false move and I could get myself fired, not to mention arrested if she so desired, but so confident was I in my abilities that I threw caution to the wind. Not only that but in her present state of relaxation I doubted she would press charges and so I carried on.

As I ran my hands up her legs and caressed just behind her knees, incidentally one of the erogenous zones a woman possesses, she commented on the lightness and delicateness of my touch. Something I already knew and tried hard to cultivate. She was intrigued but the acuteness of her mind was temporarily dulled in her present state of serenity and calmness.

I asked her to stand to see how the boots looked on her.

“Take a walk and wander over to the mirror and see for yourself how good they look on you.” I offered.
She was dutifully impressed by my method and treatment of a customer, and credited me with skills that it often took others years to acquire or develop.

When she returned I asked her to remain standing and I asked permission to reach up to her inner thigh to feel her muscle there. This was really taking a liberty as I would be reaching beneath her skirt but I had anatomical knowledge to rely on in this case and it wasn’t just some more of my BS. After all this was the owner of the store, and who if anyone would know more about the footwear industry than her.

But I had a different angle. I was interested in sport, in fact I was doing a sports physiology course so I knew about human anatomy and how things should be ideally. These boots had a heel which was about two inches, nothing extravagant but nevertheless significant. With incorrect posture over the long term this can cause serious malformation of bones, cartilage and connective tissue and irregular wear of joints. Things one shouldn’t take lightly. If shoes are fitted properly then one avoids all these pitfalls, but if not, ‘you takes your chances.’

She liked my approach and allowed me to feel up her legs. Oh bliss. She had lovely gams, I couldn’t get enough of stroking and caressing them, and it would seem nor could she as she seemed to encourage my efforts.

I had reached quite a way up her thighs, another inch or two and I would reach her panties. I didn’t want to attract undue attention as all this was taking place in the store and what I was doing was extremely unorthodox and the person I was doing it to could land me in deep sh*t.

I could definitely see she was enjoying my ministrations and would have let me progress higher but thinking that ‘discretion is the better part of valour’ I decided to leave it for another day.

I told her to sit and progressed to remove her boots and try on another pair. This allowed me to gain access to what I had planned all along to see her panties, white plain cotton ones, but the way they tightly covered her mound and the slight crevice in attendance told me what I wanted to know. She wore them with a class that belied their simplicity and leant her an air of sexuality that few women truly exhibited.

I enjoyed another ten minutes trying on the other pairs and got to see more of her crotch region with each pair we tried. But she had to get back upstairs, she was pretty steamed up by the way, and probably needed to take a detour to the ladies room to freshen up or cool off a little, allowing the opportunity to relieve some of that pent up arousal.

I mentioned quietly that the next time we should do this upstairs in the privacy of her office. She thoroughly agreed. And so ended a very fruitful meeting with my boss and owner of the store, a real lady if there ever was.

In time I met and serviced many important personages from the town and with my ‘magic hands’ was able to access the reaches of many women’s hidden treasures beneath their skirts.

This job turned into a golden opportunity to follow my secret obsession, but it was so much more, and I realised that I could get to meet and date many women I secretly admired and yearned to socialise with but felt I was not in their league. This allowed me to ‘level the playing field’ and meet and enjoy their company and more. I also realise that I possessed a rare skill with which to seduce women. Something that they would appreciate when I used it not like a secret power to deceive and take advantage of others with.

[Lucky_doug]

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Back in the UK before the 80’s when the uniforms changed Women Police Officers (WPCs) used to wear skirts. Now just like any organisation especially those who sport a uniform women compete for the attention of their male colleagues. This often leads to the practice of shortening their skirt length.

One only has to see what happens in schools to this day and how short some of the girls skirts and kilts have become.

Now in the police force there are clear rules about propriety and modesty after all it is a government body and has to be respectable, nevertheless, women even here take liberties and risks with how high they can raise their skirt and get away with it, usually an inch or two. But it’s a moot point where exactly to draw the line, after all some women are taller than others and what looks too risqué on one is perfectly acceptable on another.

Now I’m not suggesting one goes around perving on WPCs though I have no doubt there are many for whom this is a fantasy, nonetheless, given the opportunity to see up an attractive female Police Officer’s skirt there aren’t too many who would turn down such an offer.

One January day back in 1976 we had a visit in our street by two delectable and pretty WPCs both of course wearing skirts, and as I have already outlined, they were sporting skirts that clearly were at least a couple of inches above the knee.

There had been a spate of robberies in our street and the police were undertaking a thorough survey of occupants of the street in the hope of picking up any new leads to assist with their investigation.

They came to the door and the senior WPC introduced themselves as WPC ***** (Sarah) and her partner WPC ***** (Shirley).

WPC ***** was dark haired about 5’ 10” (178 cm) and slim carrying 35C breasts whereas WPC ***** was an inch or two shorter 5’ 8” (173 cm) sightly stockier with 36CC breasts and a nice arse.

They explained about the robberies and that they wished to ask us a few questions that might help them with their enquiries. No, we were not suspects, this was just routine and we had nothing to worry about.

It was cold standing at the door so I invited them into the living room. They were certainly appreciative of getting out of the cold. I offered them to sit on the couch, and then realised the error. It is quite old and sags a lot, but it was too late as they had already taken a seat. As they descended into the depths of the couch under their combined weight their posteriors continued to sink causing them to find themselves in a position with their knees much higher than their rears. Not a very lady-like pose especially if you are wearing a skirt.

I was sitting opposite and saw everything as it happened. As I think back it was almost like it was in slow motion. As their rears sank into the couch they tried to catch themselves by pushing down on their feet. This had the effect of causing their legs to part granting me a golden opportunity to see up not one but both of their skirts. And what did I behold?

Sarah (WPC *****) was wearing white panties and regulation black or navy stockings so I could see the space of skin between the tops of her stockings and her panties. Shirley (WPC *****) also wearing regulation black or navy stockings had light blue panties.

Wow, I couldn’t have scripted it better if I had tried. Two knock-out WPCs and two terrific upskirts and we hadn’t even started.

I was unsure of the protocol could I offer them something to drink, obviously not alcohol, but a cup of tea? Should I?

Anyway I went ahead and offered and though they were on duty, being that it was a cold day they readily accepted.

I went into the kitchen to put the kettle on and then returned. They had the time to fix up their position and were now perched on the edge of the couch so they could sit more suitably.

As it happened we were out of regular tea so I ended up serving them a herbal tea, something with a mixture of chamomile, rosehip and tiger-root. It is said that this concoction can cause soporific effects, but I have never suffered this way.

Anyway after a couple of minutes of pleasant conversation while they had their tea they got down to business.
I thought I detected a very relaxed demeanour in the way they were asking the questions and the way they were going about their investigation but I put I down to just my imagination.

After another five minutes Shirley who was taking a more passive role and not asking questions yawned, another two minutes and she yawned again. I was surprised how long this list of questions was taking, but I realised to do a proper investigation and solve these crimes they needed to get as much information as possible.

Two minutes later Shirley rose from the couch and asked where the toilet was. Clearly the tea had run its course and she needed a release. I showed her where to go and then returned to Sarah. However, I could help having an image of Shirley now in the toilet hitching up her skirt and quickly dropping her light blue panties before she let fly with a gush of pee. What colour was her pussy hair, I wondered. Was she hairy or shaven? Questions stimulated from the brief view up her skirt just a few minutes before.

I continued to answer questions put to me from Sarah, but I couldn’t help thinking about her a few minutes earlier with her legs open showing me her white panties. If only I could see them again. But that wasn’t going to happen, accidents like that don’t repeat themselves, do they?

Then Shirley returned and came back to sit down but somehow she had forgotten about the couch and though Sarah tried to warn her she positioned herself to sit right down in the deepest part of the couch and just like it happened before her rear end ended up sinking down. She tried to compensate and ended up splaying her legs again giving me yet again a splendid view of her pale blue panties. But there was something different this time, they looked darker or at least there was a region that was. Could she have pissed her panties or had a little accident on the way to the loo? The possibilities tossed around in my mind.

But then almost immediately like a comedy of errors Shirley’s mistake had a spill over effect on Sarah. Shirley had upset the balance of the couch and Sarah ended up overbalancing and tumbling backwards resulting in her also spraying her legs wide apart and once again gifting me a glimpse of her intimate white undies, but they too looked different to the way they had been before. She too had a dark patch in the gusset as though she too, had peed her pants.

I couldn’t help but be aroused by this course of events and ended up with a huge boner.

Sure enough Sarah, once she had regained her composure asked to be excused and now I had visions of her panties down by her knees peeing and showing her pussy. What colour was she or was she also shaven?

After she finished her business Sarah returned to wrap things up and thanked us for our cooperation and the tea.
What a strange episode I had to admit and what serendipity to see two WPC upskirts twice with the added delight of seeing their soiled panties!

[Lucky_doug]

As a Policeman I have the most wonderful opportunity to see upskirt views.

You see we regularly go into people’s homes to make all manner of enquiries and frequently see women in their own homes alone.

I have frequently seen tops of tights and often stocking tops and cotton crotches and I have on three occasions even seen a naked pussy, On each occasion they chose to display themselves to me.

Sometimes they flash in front of their husbands. But I have two major favourites, one led to sex and the other didn’t.

The first event occurred when attending a home to take a statement for a car accident off a wife whilst her husband was working. I had an appointment and she answered the door in a short denim skirt and a white blouse. She was slim and quite good looking and 32 years old and as we sat down I noticed her sensational legs. When she sat down she sat with her knees together but owing to the skirt's shortness I could see rightt up to her cute little white triangle.

She soon crossed her legs showing off her stunning bare firm thighs. I could not help but stare and eventually after crossing and uncrossing numerous times she started to sit with her legs slightly open then slowly her legs opened further and further until she was virtually sitting with them wide apart. My hard on was huge and I stood up. She stared at my cock and stood up but at that moment her father arrived to visit. I stayed to finish the statement but then rushed back to the station to wank off, in about 15 seconds. I tried to get back there but her husband was always there, until about a month later I had to arrest him for beating her up. She left the home and I never saw her again.

The second incident occurred in the same village when I had to go to see a guy about his shotgun licence. I made an appointment to see him but when I arrived he had had to go out, however his wife was there and able to answer my questions. I needed to see the secure storage for the guns which was in the attic. His wife was about 40 years old, quite tall with blonde hair, big tits and long sexy legs, real nice. She had it all she was wearing a smart grey suit and black tights, she was a ‘looker’.

I was only about 25 at the time and rampant and ‘horny’ as hell. Anyway I decided to wait for him and we chatted, I ogled her legs as she crossed them as she sat on the settee, but after thirty minutes there was a phone call to say he would not be back for hours. His wife offered to show me where the guns were. We went up the stairs and I watched her gorgeous ass as she walked up ahead of me. On the landing she pulled down the ladder I expected to go up alone to the attic but she went up ahead of me. I held the ladder as she climbed slowly watching and looking up her skirt. Then I saw they weren’t tights they were stockings!

I feasted my eyes on her black stocking tops, suspenders and white skin. I climbed up after her and she showed me the gun cabinet. She made comment about the barrel of my “gun” and I asked her if she had anymore to show me. She then slowly lifted the skirt up showing first her stockings then her black knickers. I fucked her in the attic just pulling her knickers to one side. She was insatiable and I continued to make house calls there for a couple of months.

Like I said great job.

[Lucky_doug]

I used to volunteer at a high school doing manual labour related to technology--fixing computers and similar other odd-jobs.

On the day I am recalling this really sexy teacher needed some help hooking up a microphone and a set of speakers to the podium on the stage.

Let me describe her, she was about 5'6", maybe 130 lbs and had ‘dynamite’ legs and superbly milky skin. Simply put she was really hot.

So back to the events of the day; she needed help with the microphone, She was wearing a knee-length denim skirt and a pretty sweater, although it was just tight enough to see what an amazing rack she had.

When I first got down there to start helping her, we had to untangle the wires, and she was squatting down as I sat on the floor trying to untie the knots. At the same time I realised the potential of the situation and tried as hard as I could to get a peek up her skirt, but she was maintaining her knees tightly together and her skirt was just a little too long, so I turned my mind to the task I had come for.

After we got the chords untangled, we had to plug them into the back of the speaker, but it was in a really awkward position inside the podium. We both stood up to look for the best way to get at the back of the speaker box. After I fumbled with one of the speakers for a little while, I noticed she was now stretching to reach behind the podium. She had one foot on the ground and extended the other one almost straight out in the air to get a better reach. Seeing this, I quickly squatted down and acted like I was fumbling with the speaker but I had other motives. She was completely occupied in what she was doing and didn’t notice me move. Remaining in the same position with her head and upper torso was on the other side of the podium, she couldn't see what I was doing. I kept moving the speaker around, but got a huge eyeful straight up her skirt for at least 30 seconds.

I could see her pretty legs stretching all the way up to her turquoise panties. This view has become imprinted in my memory ever since. Her panties had white lace trim and because her thighs were so far apart owing to her having her legs extended as they were to keep her balance I could see there were a lot of curly brown pubes sticking out the sides of her panties. I was trembling with excitement and I almost came in my pants.

After she finally got the thing plugged in, she put her foot down and stood up. She had no idea the show she had just given me, and I have treasured her memory ever since.

[Lucky_doug]

I have been an aficionado of what’s under a girl’s skirt and how to get to see it for over 30 years. Many might consider this perving but I look at it as viewing the beauty of the Lord’s creation.

Getting to see a great upskirt requires planning, patience and great timing. Having a good eye is also a valuable asset and being able to feign innocence or disinterest as one views one’s goal.

Tools can be useful too, though I am not into using a bag-cam or camera, leave these for the pros. A book or newspaper is a good prop, a good pair of sunnies (sunglasses) often lures a woman into a false sense of security as she may not realize you are looking. But one of the most valuable tools to have is a little mirror that you can conceal in the palm of your hand, from a woman’s vanity set or similar, is invaluable.

With a mirror you can view situations either too difficult to bend down to or too obvious. Walking upstairs or even standing at the bottom of a stairwell are situations where a mirror can come in useful, as is peeking under shelves or racks in a library, shoe-store or the like.

Then there are opportunities to sneak a peek over a fence or other partition where women might be in a state of undress. Finer points of the art are having a cheery countenance and be ready to smile and make a pleasant comment to your prey. This can often allow them to relax and opens up more opportunities for success.

Being somewhat brash and bold without being reckless, determined and patient will all pay dividends in the long run. The main thing is that it is a game, enjoy it. Give it some serious thought in preparation and execution but it shouldn’t be all consuming as to change your personality. Even though during your quest the girl/woman is the prey the fairer sex are wonderful company and should be treated as such, with full equality and respect. It is this approach that will land you more and better opportunities than just being an obnoxious pervert.

What makes getting to see an upskirt such a thrill? Is it the excitement of the chase, or the anticipation of realizing your goal?

Then there are other quantities that may confuse the situation and lace it with extra intrigue and delight.

Sometimes it is not entirely clear who is pursuing whom. You may think your planning and execution and ultimate success is all due to you when she may be enjoying the whole scenario and stringing you along the whole while.
Perhaps she didn’t realize what you were up to initially, but on realizing your intent, deliberately plays hard to get.
Obviously, to most of us the thrill of seeing something one is not supposed to see is the stimulus that drives us.
That victory over the darkness and concealment that is trying to deny us this pleasure.

I believe that is why we got so much pleasure in seeing up our teacher’s skirt when we were at school. The idea of overcoming that authority figure and somehow asserting our own authority over her is a real turn on and guaranteed to excite and provide ecstasy to so many.

In my next posting I will relate an incredible incident that occurred to me that both resulted in an upskirt and a very stimulating and arousing experience that still leaves me wondering if it really happened, to this day.

[Lucky_doug]

For all of you out there who love to read and witness a good upskirt you know you love it. The persistence you put in to drive you to seek out what it is you seek is all very curious but to try and explain it to someone who is not of a like mind and is not obsessed with the beauty and satisfaction of succeeding in your quest is not easy. So let me, IMHO outline some of the ideas, aims and reasons for what we do.

Let’s face it, most of us got into it way back in primary school, perhaps we were 5 years old or so. We were all very innocent in those days, we didn’t necessarily understand that it was rude to look at certain things though we were certainly learning that some things were inappropriate and shouldn’t be done.

We would sit on the floor, or ground, usually cross-legged. The girls were not too particular to cover their legs with their dress or skirt and so we frequently saw up there, their thighs reaching up to their undies, call them knickers or panties or whatever. Referring to them as knickers or panties has a more arousing effect as these terms are sexier and more erotic words for what is essentially only a piece of material.

Yet this little piece of material is hiding secrets that are normally concealed from us, and likewise, the girls knickers are usually hidden beneath their dress so they in turn become an object of curiosity and something to be sought out.

It is the very nature of this concealment and hiddenness that makes it worthwhile to try to overcome. That’s part of the allure. If they were worn on the outside they would not draw us to try and see them. Even if girls walked around just in their underwear the attraction wouldn’t be there. It is the fact that under normal conditions they are covered up, out of sight, removed from everyone’s view that drives us, and drivers some of us so hard to persevere in our quest to ‘uncover’ them. Not literally, for we are not perverts(?) and we are generally interested in touching or manipulating our target’s clothing, just positioning ourselves in such a way that we can gain sufficient advantage to overcome that which has denied us what we wish to see.

Does that make sense?

Furthermore, the person whose dress/skirt we are attempting to see up is also of importance when considering the risk or the thrill that will be derived on achieving our set goal.

For example, young girls are not nearly as interesting and worthy of our time as a pretty, sexy and alluring woman, and the more alluring and exuding or sex appeal the more we are willing to exert ourselves in what it is we seek.

In addition to this, the woman’s importance or status can definitely play a part in our desire to achieve our desired aim. That’s why authority figures figure so highly in our fantasies and are so frequently targets of our obsession.

To explain this in real terms, outside of our parents the first authority figures we came into contact with were our teachers. They were people who would tell us what to do, tell us off if we did something wrong and get us into trouble for the slightest infraction. I am sure psychologically part of the mystic and intrigue of what we do is to overcome that authority, reverse that apparent hold they have over us. A sort of revenge of sorts.

It is not meant to be with malice or any sort of nastiness, quite the reverse, we often liked our teachers very much and looked to them for guidance and authority. Yet the fact remains we got a thrill when we did see up their skirt especially if we were fortunate enough to see all the way up to their panties.

Yes, it is this reversing of a situation that seeks to deny access to something that motivates us to manipulate the situation to our advantage.

There are times when serendipity shines upon us and we are gifted a view of something special, but how often have we constructed the scenario so we are in place to witness that display of underwear. Whether it is by moving to a position to take advantage of conditions or employing a tool to facilitate visual access to what we wish to see.

Sometimes it is the situation and the risk that makes it interesting and exciting, that risk of being seen or caught. Sometimes it is the personage, the target, that draws us to do what we do and sometimes we just do it for the sake of doing it because we enjoy doing it.

The vast majority of us do not consider ourselves perverts or criminals and yet because of it growth and prevalence and awareness by society the law has changed to make us so if we are caught.

The point is we don’t want to harm or demean anyone. We are not seeking to hurt or damage anyone’s reputation, and that is why posting online the results of our exploits is to many an anathema and to be avoided (unless it is consensual or consent was given).

We generally act in a way that it is unnoticed, surreptitiously and without the person who we are targeting knowing, and this case ‘what they don’t know won’t hurt them.’

The trouble arises when we are noticed, when we are found out. That spoils everything, even the thrill of the upskirt. That is precisely why we have to be so careful and circumspect in our actions and considerate of others when we go about our ‘trade.’

The pleasure we derive is great or we wouldn’t do it but consideration for the woman must always be there, if not we are ‘beasts’ and deserve to be shunned and worse.

Having said that if done properly for the right reason it’s immense fun and highly rewarding when one thinks back over all the successes and ‘victories’ one has over the power of darkness and concealment.

Those white panties we see, the red thong, or lacy bikini brief, the glory of seeing a gauzy frontal shot where you can discern her pussy hair within, oh it’s so wonderful!

The little white triangle when we are allowed to see between her legs or the little pantie-peek or bulge of pussy-lips when she squats down these are all great and invigorating images that we ‘upskirters’ thrive on.

Then, of course, there are those candid shots when nature’s elements help out like the wind gusting up and under a pretty ladies dress and displaying her wares (or wears) to us. Those sexy panties she’s wearing, or perhaps not! Rain, too, can play a part when a person’s clothes become soaked to the point of becoming translucent and revealing what is hidden below. Imagine seeing a poor unfortunate woman caught in a sudden downpour and her skirt is clinging tightly to her body so much so that you can see her knickers, their cut, colour and even more details!

Doesn’t this just excite you?

Though there is an aspect of voyeurism about seeing an upskirt, it is more about positioning and timing that determines a good upskirt. Most viewings are opportunistic, not passive. You have to do something to succeed or it (generally) won’t be ‘served up on a platter.’

Just like a succulent meal need preparation so does a delicious upskirt need aforethought to be really memorable. Think about your favourite upskirts, what thoughts, feelings and images spring to mind. Never forget the pleasure you derive from the chase, or the quest. The sexy, lustful content of what you see should drive you to your next success under her skirt!

I think I have given you plenty of material to ‘chew on’ go away and digest this and then go out and enjoy the view.

Good hunting!

[zzxyz]

Great write up! I would love to hear more shoe store stories please