[Voyeur] Upskirt stories

[fuzzylover]

Originally Posted by zzxyz

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

I second this, more shoe store stories please, the immersive storytelling is much appreciated.

[Lucky_doug]

I was at school in the 70s and had crushes on practically all my female teachers! Or maybe it was just adolescent lust? Well, after our mothers they were (almost) the only female role models we had and some of them really were quite pretty.

First there was my form teacher Mrs J. She used to sit on the front desk and was the first woman I was aware of who wore tights, but it was when she went bare legged or wore stockings that I got to see her knickers. I saw her knickers several times that first term, each time made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Then there was Mrs S. the English teacher. She was in her early fifties and, while not conventionally attractive, had big boobs and a great bottom! We used to be able to see the lines from the substantial panty-girdle she wore! Long-leg style and white. How did wee know? She often sat with her legs apart and the view was always interesting.

The lab technician was another girl, much younger, who opened my young eyes to the delights of women’s knickers when she walked up the stairs always in very short skirts. She must have known that every boy in school knew the colour of her underwear every day!

The ultimate crush though was probably for Miss W. I was then just 18 and in 6th form. She would have been about 30 with shoulder length wavy brown hair and a lovely figure. She taught Biology (no she really did!) and always wore shortish skirts, sometimes flared so it was easy to see up when she went upstairs, and invariably, high heels.
I used to try really hard to look up her skirt every chance I got. One fine day I was rewarded when she bent over to pick up a book she had dropped right next to my desk. I was transfixed by the sight of her white knickers over her tights, (lots of women seemed to do that in those days - wear knickers over their tights that is, not bend down by my desk!). I was near the back and if anyone else noticed they didn’t give any sign. I fantacised that night long and hard!

The next time I was in her lesson I hoped for a repeat performance but I had to wait for weeks before getting another chance. I was last out the class at the end of the lesson and she asked me to help her carry some stuff back to the staff room. she told me to pick up a pile of books and she would bring the overhead projector she had been using. I picked the books up and she lifted the bulky projector off the table. as she did, her skirt got caught and lifted right up to her waist! White knickers again! Her skirt went so far up I could see the waist of her tights showing above the top of her knickers.

She saw me staring and realised what was happening. She looked at me, muttered "Oh sh*t", and turned back to the desk to put the projector down and cover herself up and said "Sorry about that". I said "It's Ok Miss I've heard teachers swearing before", to which she replied "Oh yes, sorry about that too". The penny dropped that she had actually apologising to me for flashing her knickers!!!

I smiled and said "Don't worry Miss. I won't tell anyone about it.........., or about you swearing!" She blushed and then laughed, "Don't push it, smart guy!"

She used to smile at me whenever we passed in the corridor after that and I had many a 'hard' night thinking about that incident for a long time afterwards.

[Lucky_doug]

Continuing my experiences of working for Felicity, she took me under her wing showing interest in my development and hoping that I would eventually take a bigger part in the enterprise than a mere underling salesperson, gifted as I was at that.

She clearly had a soft spot for me, though trying to be casual about it she made more opportunities for me to spend time with her in order to train me in the finer points of the business. At the same time she liked my attention when it came to trying on footwear.

As I pointed out previously, the next time she wanted me to fit her out she called me upstairs to do so. She had clearly planned it out as she already had a pair of boots and a couple of pairs of shoes she wanted to try.

I wasted no time as I already knew her size, so removing the shoes she was already wearing I got into my routine, gently massaging and caressing her foot. I was getting a pretty strong indication she had a highly developed foot fetish and really liked having her feet massaged to the point that it would really turn her on. Would I be able to get her to climax this way I wondered?

Of course, in the process of working my foot magic her legs parted sufficiently for me to see a large expanse of flesh. Her athletic and lean legs gleaming underneath her skirt. Yes, she had remembered my comment from the time before to wear a skirt and was gladly complying.

Working her up to a nice state of relaxation and excitement I wanted to test something I thought might work. I felt pretty confident of my relationship with her so far and knew if I made a wrong move I could easily explain it away with an apology and some excuse which I felt sure she would accept.

As I was continuing to caress her feet I started to talk to her, give her instructions, told her things I wanted her to do.

“Felicity, can you lift up your leg for me, please.”

She did so without asking why, it didn’t really have anything to do with fitting a pair of shoes.

“Good girl, that’s very good. Now put it down and lift up the other one.”

“Excellent.”

Of course each time she lifted up her leg she was revealing her upper legs to my feasting eyes and showing me her white lacy panties. What’s more the more I got into it the more turned on she did, and the more turned on she did the more the consequences of her arousal were visible.

Yes, she was becoming moist there and the evidence was becoming quite obvious before my eyes. Not only that but her musky scent was also becoming more pronounced to my olfactory sense. If I didn’t know better I would have said she was going to come.

“Felicity, you are doing very well, now lift up both legs together, can you do that for me, please?”

“That’s good, now open your legs for me, please”

I half expected her to refuse or at least baulk and ask why I was getting her to do these exercises, but she didn’t, she just remained calm and amazingly compliant.

She just nodded and performed the requested move. I was able to gaze at her moist white panties to my heart’s desire. From this angle and with so much on view it was quite clear that she kept her ‘garden’ neat and tidy, no stray hairs here.

If I didn’t keep myself in check I sensed I might forget myself and do something I’d come to regret. However Felicity seemed so serene and relaxed I decided to press on as I had discovered a side to her that was the opposite of the dominant and very self-assured business woman.

“Felicity, you trust me don’t you?”

“Yes M.”

“Good girl. Would you like me to massage further up your legs?”

“Yes please.”

“Felicity, please shut your eyes for me and think about a safe place, a place you like to go to fell warm, at peace and safe, OK?”

“OK, M.”

And that was it. I was ready to induct her into a trance, still light at this stage but nevertheless the beginning of deeper and more pronounced control.

“Felicity, put all outside influences, sounds out of your mind. Just listen to my voice, OK?”

“Yes, M.”

“You are feeling relaxed so, so relaxed. You want to go on feeling relaxed and good. Comfortable and warm. Warm and cosy. Cosy and safe, OK?”

“Um hmmm.”

“You are feeling relaxed, you trust me don’t you, Felicity?”

“Yes.”

“You like me, Felicity, you like me a lot, don’t you?”

“Um hmmm.”

“The more you like me the more you trust me, OK?”

“Um hmmm.”

“Good girl, you are doing so well Felicity.”

“You want to please me don’t you Felicity?”

“Um hmmm.”

“The more you please me the happier I am, and the happier I am the happier you are. So to make yourself happy you must please me and to please me you must do exactly as I tell you, OK?”

“Um hmmm.”

“Good girl.”

“Whatever I tell you, you must do so that I will be pleased with you. You understand don’t you?”

“Um hmmm.”

“Good girl, you are such a good girl.”

“Felicity, I am now going to massage and caress your upper legs, you want that don’t you?”

“Um hmmm.”

“Felicity, I am now going to count from 1 to 10 and with each number you will fall deeper and deeper into a calm and relaxed trance, OK?”

“Um hmmm.”

“Good. 1… Going Deeper… 2… Deeper…3…Deeper…4…Oh so deep…5…Deeper still…6…Deeper and deeper…7…Deeper and deeper and deeper...8…Almost there…9…Very, very deep…10…Deepest.”

“Felicity you feel good don’t you?”

“Um hmmm.”

“Felicity, my best girl, whenever I say the words ‘Cheeky little foot fetish’, you will fall into this trance, OK?”

“Um hmmm.”

You are such a good girl, Felicity. Now you will get your reward and I will massage your legs.”

“Um hmmm.”

And with that I slowly and gently slipped my hands up her legs under her skirt which I now bunched up around her waist.

She had truly smooth and lithe legs, it was a pleasure to feel them and feel the up.

She made little mewling sounds as my hands moved up her legs, sounds of appreciation and encouragement as though she was urging me on wanting me to progress higher. I had no intention of stopping halfway.
“You have lovely legs, Felicity. You really look after yourself.”

“Um hmmm.”

As I moved to within two inches of her panties so close to her mound the scent emanating from her pussy, her sexual core was getting more and more pungent. She started making little pelvic movements, wanting my hands to reach their target, wanting my hands to sink into her pussy and release her pent up sexual frustration.

I slowed my progress I wanted to build up the tension and anticipation, her desire and urgency. So that when I did eventually reach my intended destination the resulting climax would be all the more fiery and explosive.

Her movements around her crotch and mound grew more intense and urgent. She wanted it and she wanted it now.

I continued feeling her legs an inch now, still caressing. Now I felt the lace trim of her panties and her anticipation was growing.

I felt the gusset of her panties, it was wet, very wet reflecting her state of arousal and excitement.

I slipped a finger beneath the delicate material, a second finger and then oh so gently inserted first one then two into her very slick and lubricated pussy.

She responded with sexual sounds of appreciation and then started humping my fingers. Slowly at first then faster and faster.

I pulled my fingers back.

She uttered a sound of concern, why wasn’t I progressing? Did I want to give her an orgasm?

I plunged my fingers back in with and urgency and recommenced pumping her pussy.

A minute later she came in a gush.

Then she was calm a stare of calm and serenity returned to her.

“Felicity, you are going to remove your panties and give them to me. When you wake up and realise you are not wearing panties you will remember you forgot to put them on this morning, strange but that is what you did, OK?”

“Um hmmm.”

It was time to bring her out of her trance.

“Felicity, you good, good girl, you did very well. Now we are going to wake up. When you wake up you will remember nothing of this experience only that I massaged your feet to try on some shoes, OK?”

“I am going to count from 10 to 1 and you will wake refreshed and unconcerned and remember nothing of what just happened only the trigger words, OK?”

“10…Going higher…9…Rising…8…Higher…7…relaxed and waking…6…Higher and higher…5…Waking up…4…Nearly there…3…Higher still…2….About to wake up…1…And you wake up refreshed and relaxed.”

“Hi Felicity, how do you feel?”

“OH, M, I feel great thanks so much for fitting me for these shoes that was so nice of you. You really have a great touch. We must do this again sometime.”

“Felicity, it was my pleasure, thank you.”

[zzxyz]

I think my pelvic is moving..

Can’t wait for the next shoe store episode!

[Lucky_doug]

Everyone loves to go skiing, well a lot of people do, some who perhaps are not so well coordinated should steer clear of this pastime as it is prone to accidents.

Such an incident happened to one of my friends when we went on a weekend trip to the Massive Central, a skiing region in the south-west of France.

The weather was great, cold and crisp and sunny, ideal skiing conditions and the four of us were quite adept skiers, able to take on most levels of slopes available, Graeme was probably the best amongst us, and as luck or providence would have it the one who ended up injuring himself. On top of that, the fall and injury ended up being quite severe which is unusual these days with the high tech equipment and quick-release bindings that are supplied with the skis.

Anyway he ended up with a compound fracture in his left leg which required surgery to fix and reset the bones with a titanium pin and splint. After he recovered he was quite proud that he had such a hi-tech in-plant in his leg which he claimed somehow made him half an android, (Haha).

So I decided to visit him on the second day after his operation to try and raise his morale and perk his spirits up as he felt a little down and embarrassed being that he’d had the accident and was supposed to be the better skier and all.

That’s why I found myself in the hospital, a sprawling institution with about 800 beds on ten floors.
I approached the reception to find where Graeme was and how to get to his room.

The reception was ‘manned’ by three attractive women, I walked up to the one in the middle who at that moment was looking down into a book or file. In this position she was displaying a fair amount of cleavage. I took advantage of her disposition and grabbed a quick look down her blouse. Wow, what I saw was a pretty pink lacy bra encasing her beautiful titties and an expanse of titty flesh.

Well things were looking up!

Following the directions she gave me I made my way to the lift lobby to head up to the 7th floor.

It was mid-morning and the hospital wasn’t really busy yet with visitors. Only two other people got in. One got off at the next floor. At the second floor an attractive woman got in, I saw she was a doctor as she had a stethoscope around her neck, a white coat and a name badge over her right titty. Dr. Sharon Wilson. “Well Dr Wilson you are indeed, a sight to raise anyone’s mood”, I thought. I gave her a friendly smile and then turned my attention to my phone.

I was looking at my phone, going through the pictures that I had taken on our ski trip to show Graeme, when all of a sudden the flash went off. I hadn’t been playing with the camera but it’s funny how something like that can happen, a little embarrassing and then you end up seeing the serendipity of it all.

I apologised to everyone in the elevator for the sudden flash and thought nothing of it.

When I got off the elevator at the seventh floor I quickly checked my camera to see if it had captured anything or whether I should just ‘bin’ the blurred image that would undoubtedly be there if a picture had been inadvertently snapped.

To my chagrin and delight it had captured an image and the image, as it happened, was sharply in focus. What had the camera snapped?

When I oriented the picture to an angle I could recognise I realised I was looking up a skirt and there were her legs encased in navy blue stockings, her bare leg above the stocking tops was visible and her white lacy panties. Wow. I couldn’t have got a better shot if I’d tried.

The floor in the elevator was obviously shiny enough to reflect the flash upwards and catch whatever was visible and accessible, and it certainly had. Well Dr Sharon Wilson you just made my day with your sexy legs, stockings and alluring lacy panties.

It was with these thoughts in mind that I walked into Graeme’s room with a broad grin plastered across my face.
Well, I was pleased to see Graeme, though still in some pain from the operation he was in reasonable spirits. We made small talk and I showed him the pictures from our ski trip plus some of them showing the mountain rescue crew taking him down the mountain. But the piece de resistance I left for last.

I tried to build up the tension saying I had something special to show him. I drew proceedings out, made a corny drum roll and then showed him the image trapped on my phone. He was shocked and asked when and how I had got it.

“You’re not going to believe this but I ‘took’ it only 20 minutes ago.” And where did I get it? Coming up in the elevator!

“You’re sh*tting me.”

“It’s the truth, trust me,”

“Who was she?” He asked. “Oh some really great looking doctor, a Dr. Wilson, Sharon Wilson.”

“No, you’re messing with me, she was my surgeon!”

“Really?” Well you had a real babe fix you up. I should be so lucky.”

And then retracted that statement. “No I’ll rephrase that, I should be so lucky to be able to meet her on social occasions not here, unless I am snapping an upskirt of her!”

“Could you send me a copy of that, I’d love to have it. You never know when it could come in handy.”
“Sure, I’ll send it to you. No problem.”

We continued to talk when a nurse came in to check on Graeme.
She was a looker, too. “Are all the women who work here babes?” I uttered, a little too loudly, so she heard and blushed, but didn’t say anything.

She buffed up his pillow, took a note of his vitals from the monitor and asked what his pain level was like and whether he required any pain medication.

Graeme declined the offer, but jokingly asked the nurse, her name was Christine, if she’d mind giving him a bed bath as he felt a little sweaty or sticky.

She made a comment that he was a ‘naughty’ boy and must have been playing with himself if he was sticky.
“Well, nurse I would not have to if you would come and play with me.”

Tut, tut Graeme, be good and you may just get a surprise later.”

Well the friendly banter continued in this frame as she busied herself around him. She then tried to raise the level of the bed. There was supposed to a remote to do this but for some reason it wasn’t responding. She bent down to see if something was stopping it. She saw that the corner of Graeme’s blanket had caught in the mechanism.

At this point she squatted down to get a better purchase on the offending material.

What I saw when she was in this position were her legs parted far enough for me to see what was up her tunic, and she too was wearing stockings, this time black and light pink panties covering her delectable pussy.

Wow, the stars must be in some special alignment, maybe I should buy a raffle ticket!

She realised she was incapable of releasing the blanket on her own so she went to look for additional assistance.
Christine returned a few minutes later with another very attractive nurse, a brunette, lean and slender but taller than she was, her name tag said Abby.

Wow, this hospital was obviously blessed with no end of talent. I thought
They both squatted down this time to try and loosen the blanket from the mechanism.

Their efforts finally paid off but not before their exertions had caused both to spread their legs so I got to see Christine’s pink panties gain and Abby’s pale blue thong, which was having a hard time covering her modesty and the quite delicious charms that lay between her legs.

It hadn’t been easy for them to release the blanket but as a result I had been gifted with the such a tremendous view they provided and for at least a minute or two!

I didn’t want to tell Graeme what I had just witnessed as I didn’t want to make him feel bad as he had missed out on it, and in any case there was that ‘promise’ that Christine had made to him earlier.

However, you can guess the first thing I did when I left. I headed straight to the nearest newsagent to buy a ticket in that night’s Powerball!

Oh, well I didn’t win anything but I was certainly blessed with some astonishing visual memories.

[Lucky_doug]

There is an abundance of opportunities out there to see the glorious sight of an upskirt. The sexy legs, then rising higher above the knees, the thighs and finally at the apex of her legs her sexy, skimpy panties covering her natural charms, her pussy, her sex, the centre of her sexual desire, source of her pleasure.

This and more is the focus that we seek out when we look up women’s skirts and dresses. When we will them to part their legs, open their knees expose their thighs and reveal their panties it gives us such a thrill, so much pleasure, and they subconsciously comply it makes it all worthwhile.

But we need to be level headed about this. It is a wonderful thing when we get to see these wonderful hidden treasures, but taking advantage of fortunate situations and being in the right place and the right time is a talent that one can pick up and become better at with time. Many sightings are indeed down to chance, but planning and anticipation play a big part too.

The utilisation of technology and other tools is fraught with risk these days as more and more these activities are being criminalised, and being caught carries with it heavy penalties. Therefore I say, be patient, bide your time and with patience comes reward.

There are many opportunities and places to look out for and expect or anticipate the awaited goal of seeing up a woman’s skirt and gaining that illicit sighting, her panties, her knickers, her undies, her intimate apparel,
Let me name a few.

Certainly with the onset of warm weather it brings out the girls, they venture out and cover up their bodies less. They wear shorter skirts and dresses, of thinner material. All to our advantage.

Parks at the weekend are excellent places to stroll through looking for that elusive eye-catching confluence of morale raising revelation, a young lady’s knickers.

In the city centres those little parks and expanses of grass where people congregate at lunchtime are equally excellent venues to witness the beauty that nature wishes to share with us. A bush nestled between two juxtaposed uprights.

The city square especially if there are steps, is another magnet for women to settle and indiscreetly display their ‘attractions’

Escalators are good places to peek up skirts but be wary of people watching you go about your activities here.
On windy days there are extra opportunities to see an unfortunate beauty have her modesty revealed. One should be aware that certain corners within the city centres become a particular focus for ‘wind tunnels’ and are more likely to provide the sights you seek.

Learn how to look without leering, glimpse without glaring, observe without ogling and peek without perving.

If a woman indiscreetly bares her legs who are you not to notice? If she inadvertently parts her knees while squatting down are you not expected to show appreciation of nature’s beauty? If the wind ruffles her wardrobe who are you to ignore serendipity?

When inside, airports offer the chance slip to display that which is normally hidden. Sporting venues can promise much in the way of glimpses not to be overlooked but taken advantage of.

Then there are waiting rooms, medical clinics or the dentist when people sit facing each other and young mums are often present with their children. While they are busy fussing over their children they may not be overly careful of their own propriety. Be ready, be alert and attentive to the situation and you will be rewarded.

If you are mindful of all I have said then your chances will definitely be enhanced and multiplied. You will be happier as you will find success more frequently, and success breeds confidence which in turn breeds more success.

Go out, have fun and succeed in your quest.

[charismatic]

Originally Posted by Lucky_doug

Everyone loves to go skiing, well a lot of people do, some who perhaps are not so well coordinated should steer clear of this pastime as it is prone to accidents.

Such an incident happened to one of my friends when we went on a weekend trip to the Massive Central, a skiing region in the south-west of France.

The weather was great, cold and crisp and sunny, ideal skiing conditions and the four of us were quite adept skiers, able to take on most levels of slopes available, Graeme was probably the best amongst us, and as luck or providence would have it the one who ended up injuring himself. On top of that, the fall and injury ended up being quite severe which is unusual these days with the high tech equipment and quick-release bindings that are supplied with the skis.

Anyway he ended up with a compound fracture in his left leg which required surgery to fix and reset the bones with a titanium pin and splint. After he recovered he was quite proud that he had such a hi-tech in-plant in his leg which he claimed somehow made him half an android, (Haha).

So I decided to visit him on the second day after his operation to try and raise his morale and perk his spirits up as he felt a little down and embarrassed being that he’d had the accident and was supposed to be the better skier and all.

That’s why I found myself in the hospital, a sprawling institution with about 800 beds on ten floors.
I approached the reception to find where Graeme was and how to get to his room.

The reception was ‘manned’ by three attractive women, I walked up to the one in the middle who at that moment was looking down into a book or file. In this position she was displaying a fair amount of cleavage. I took advantage of her disposition and grabbed a quick look down her blouse. Wow, what I saw was a pretty pink lacy bra encasing her beautiful titties and an expanse of titty flesh.

Well things were looking up!

Following the directions she gave me I made my way to the lift lobby to head up to the 7th floor.

It was mid-morning and the hospital wasn’t really busy yet with visitors. Only two other people got in. One got off at the next floor. At the second floor an attractive woman got in, I saw she was a doctor as she had a stethoscope around her neck, a white coat and a name badge over her right titty. Dr. Sharon Wilson. “Well Dr Wilson you are indeed, a sight to raise anyone’s mood”, I thought. I gave her a friendly smile and then turned my attention to my phone.

I was looking at my phone, going through the pictures that I had taken on our ski trip to show Graeme, when all of a sudden the flash went off. I hadn’t been playing with the camera but it’s funny how something like that can happen, a little embarrassing and then you end up seeing the serendipity of it all.

I apologised to everyone in the elevator for the sudden flash and thought nothing of it.

When I got off the elevator at the seventh floor I quickly checked my camera to see if it had captured anything or whether I should just ‘bin’ the blurred image that would undoubtedly be there if a picture had been inadvertently snapped.

To my chagrin and delight it had captured an image and the image, as it happened, was sharply in focus. What had the camera snapped?

When I oriented the picture to an angle I could recognise I realised I was looking up a skirt and there were her legs encased in navy blue stockings, her bare leg above the stocking tops was visible and her white lacy panties. Wow. I couldn’t have got a better shot if I’d tried.

The floor in the elevator was obviously shiny enough to reflect the flash upwards and catch whatever was visible and accessible, and it certainly had. Well Dr Sharon Wilson you just made my day with your sexy legs, stockings and alluring lacy panties.

It was with these thoughts in mind that I walked into Graeme’s room with a broad grin plastered across my face.
Well, I was pleased to see Graeme, though still in some pain from the operation he was in reasonable spirits. We made small talk and I showed him the pictures from our ski trip plus some of them showing the mountain rescue crew taking him down the mountain. But the piece de resistance I left for last.

I tried to build up the tension saying I had something special to show him. I drew proceedings out, made a corny drum roll and then showed him the image trapped on my phone. He was shocked and asked when and how I had got it.

“You’re not going to believe this but I ‘took’ it only 20 minutes ago.” And where did I get it? Coming up in the elevator!

“You’re sh*tting me.”

“It’s the truth, trust me,”

“Who was she?” He asked. “Oh some really great looking doctor, a Dr. Wilson, Sharon Wilson.”

“No, you’re messing with me, she was my surgeon!”

“Really?” Well you had a real babe fix you up. I should be so lucky.”

And then retracted that statement. “No I’ll rephrase that, I should be so lucky to be able to meet her on social occasions not here, unless I am snapping an upskirt of her!”

“Could you send me a copy of that, I’d love to have it. You never know when it could come in handy.”
“Sure, I’ll send it to you. No problem.”

We continued to talk when a nurse came in to check on Graeme.
She was a looker, too. “Are all the women who work here babes?” I uttered, a little too loudly, so she heard and blushed, but didn’t say anything.

She buffed up his pillow, took a note of his vitals from the monitor and asked what his pain level was like and whether he required any pain medication.

Graeme declined the offer, but jokingly asked the nurse, her name was Christine, if she’d mind giving him a bed bath as he felt a little sweaty or sticky.

She made a comment that he was a ‘naughty’ boy and must have been playing with himself if he was sticky.
“Well, nurse I would not have to if you would come and play with me.”

Tut, tut Graeme, be good and you may just get a surprise later.”

Well the friendly banter continued in this frame as she busied herself around him. She then tried to raise the level of the bed. There was supposed to a remote to do this but for some reason it wasn’t responding. She bent down to see if something was stopping it. She saw that the corner of Graeme’s blanket had caught in the mechanism.

At this point she squatted down to get a better purchase on the offending material.

What I saw when she was in this position were her legs parted far enough for me to see what was up her tunic, and she too was wearing stockings, this time black and light pink panties covering her delectable pussy.

Wow, the stars must be in some special alignment, maybe I should buy a raffle ticket!

She realised she was incapable of releasing the blanket on her own so she went to look for additional assistance.
Christine returned a few minutes later with another very attractive nurse, a brunette, lean and slender but taller than she was, her name tag said Abby.

Wow, this hospital was obviously blessed with no end of talent. I thought
They both squatted down this time to try and loosen the blanket from the mechanism.

Their efforts finally paid off but not before their exertions had caused both to spread their legs so I got to see Christine’s pink panties gain and Abby’s pale blue thong, which was having a hard time covering her modesty and the quite delicious charms that lay between her legs.

It hadn’t been easy for them to release the blanket but as a result I had been gifted with the such a tremendous view they provided and for at least a minute or two!

I didn’t want to tell Graeme what I had just witnessed as I didn’t want to make him feel bad as he had missed out on it, and in any case there was that ‘promise’ that Christine had made to him earlier.

However, you can guess the first thing I did when I left. I headed straight to the nearest newsagent to buy a ticket in that night’s Powerball!

Oh, well I didn’t win anything but I was certainly blessed with some astonishing visual memories.

All good, but a bit unbelievable how anyone can be that lucky. But the phone pic in elevator has taken the piss. Surely this needs to go in the fiction section?

[kesowi]

Some of his stories seem plausible, but he lost me at his foot massages in the shoe store. No respectable place would let an employee feel up random customers like that.

[fuzzylover]

So I had to go get a Covid test, the only problem being that the closest test site with an opening was about 45 miles away. It was a bit of a drive, but the whole process was pretty quick, which was nice, but I had a lot on my mind. I had to stop by the bank and it was a small parking lot and it took a sec just to get in, but I am backing into a spot. I knew it was a bit windy, but not how strong it was. The cute blonde comes walking toward my car and she has on a very lightweight summer dress, and i saw that it was flappy around already and at the moment when the thought crossed my mind “I wonder if the wind will help me out here” boom! the whole thing shoots up and some very colorful bikini panties were on full display. She kind of pushed it back down but just kept walking, and as she was walking toward me I got a great frontal shot and right as she passes, I’m keeping my eye on her, the back flips up again I get a great shot of her tight ass.

As everything has been on lockdown and being in a situation where I have to get tested, it’s been tough and so this felt almost like a little reward. I was very thrilled and while waiting for the ATM the women using it while I was there had on a skirt as well, but the material was obviously heavier, but still fluttered and it was no wonder that light summer dress couldn’t stand up to that wind. Thought it was nice to have something to share.

[Lucky_doug]

I’ve recently started taking an evening course at my local college to learn French. French is such a sexy language, nor only to speak but it even sounds salacious.

There is one splendid young lady on the course named Natalie who is around 19 years old. Natalie is about 5 feet 8, perfect build, slim yet curvy in the right places. She had brown curly hair and the most stunning dark eyes imaginable. When she’s speaking French properly with that sexy accent of hers it’s really something!

Last Tuesday was quite a breezy day, not especially warm, more of an autumnal day really. Natalie came to college in a mid-thigh length grey pleated skirt, which she wore with a black top and black tights. Whilst I watched her walk across the forecourt area towards the entrance, I noticed a small ladder on the back of her calf. She always seems to dress well, so a ladder on her tights looked rather out of place on her.

She wasn’t carrying a handbag, but instead had two large folders in her hands, needed for the lesson. On realizing it was rather breezy, she transferred both folders under her right arm and just about managed to cling on to them, whilst securing the hem of her skirt with her left hand as the breeze gusted about her.

Natalie was sitting opposite me during the lesson when she noticed the ladder in her tights. At first she tried to pull the material to the side to make it less obvious and to lessen the damage. This didn’t work, and as the lecturer started speaking she continued to struggle and fiddle about with the tights and by the time we broke for a toilet break after an hour the hole had grown all the way from her ankle to her knee and there were threads of material hanging off.

Somewhat inevitably, Natalie returned from the ladies’ with bare legs and sat through the second hour of the class in relative comfort, with her curvy, tanned legs now on display. The hour couldn’t go quickly enough for me, I knew she’d have to cross the forecourt again and with bare legs instead of dark tights, the possibilities grew.

Somewhat forgetfully at the end of the lecture, she walked down the stairs holding the folders in both hands. Sensing an opportunity, I followed her down, and will forever be indebted to the fellow classmate who, like a true gent, held the door open for her. The wind had appreciably picked up since the beginning of the class. There would be no teasing with this one, the hem of her skirt didn’t even flutter as she stepped outside into the fresh air. The back just flipped up vertically, completely exposing two bare cheeks and a black lacy thong!

Natalie was oblivious for a couple of seconds before suddenly realizing what was happening – at which point she dropped her folders. Bits of paper flew everywhere, and I, along with several others took pity on her and gathered them all up. She was smiling when I gave her the two bits I’d grabbed and I heard her say “Thanks guys, think the wind blew the folders out of my hand”

Er……..yes!