[Voyeur] Upskirt stories

[Lucky_doug]

Some upskirt views require good planning or being in the right place at the right time, which requires good anticipation.

With experience one gets better and the results are commensurately improved.

We all have memories of seeing upskirts at school. Usually they consisted on seeing up girls skirts when they were going up the stairs or catching a glimpse if they were sitting in an unladylike manner.

I always had much more excitement and my pulse would be set racing if I caught a cute view up one of my teachers’ skirts. This was definitely more of a thrill as it was so much rarer and required more risk.

I have generally enjoyed the risk and taking chances, it lends a thrill to what you are doing. Now don’t get me wrong, I am not reckless and don’t go looking for trouble needlessly. When I take a risk it is usually calculated, and I like my chances to be in my favour.

I remember an instance that this would definitely apply to.

The bell had just rung at the end of the fourth period and the lunch break. There would be a mad rush as not only students would be rushing in all directions to stack books in lockers and head for the cafeteria, but there would be teachers also hurrying to the staff common room or anywhere else they wanted to spend the lunch hour.

I joined the crowds of people heading for the main stairway. As I made my way toward it I noticed Miss Carole H, a very fetching and pretty brunette, lovely body and stupendous legs. She just happened to be wearing a pretty grey skirt coming to just above the knee. This already got me interested, but with so many people climbing the stairs it would be extremely difficult to get a view up her skirt. Furthermore, remaining at the bottom of the stairwell would probably not provide a clear view either.

As we are making our way closer to the stairs Miss H notices a colleague and they momentarily stop to say hello and then continue to the main staircase.

Miss H has met up with Mrs Hilary D who teaches History. She’s a bit taller than Miss H and a few years older but she has maintained herself in good shape and still draws eyes, especially of us adolescent boys. She is also wearing a dress to the knee.

Now my interest is really piqued. Who should I pursue, where do my chances have the biggest probability of success? Is it to be Miss H, who I spotted first or the taller Mrs D?

In the end the decision is made for me. I manage to get directly behind them as they start climbing the stairs with Miss H on the left and Miss D on the right.

I should point out that there are actually two staircases, one for going up and one for descending.

We are going up and in the mass of people we are towards the right near the bannisters. I should add that to achieve my goal I enlist the aid of a little mirror from a lady’s compact that I can conceal in the palm of my hand. I figure that if I try to see up Mrs D’s dress it will be more obvious to anyone watching from below as there would be only the bannister to obstruct their view. Much better to try to catch a glimpse up Miss H’s skirt, which is also a little shorter, as the view would be more obstructed to anyone from below. So with my decision made up I stalk my quarry.

I remove the mirror from my pocket and position it comfortably in my left palm. As unobtrusively as possible I extend my arm to reach just below the hem of Miss H’s skirt. If I’m caught it could mean dismissal or at the very least suspension and possibly even criminal charges. But fortunately in those days it was looked upon as a boys’ thing that they’ll grow out of.

People are all round me, but they are all in their own world, or busy talking to someone not to notice the antics of a student like me set on looking up his teacher’s skirt. The two teachers ahead of me are equally occupied and in the throng of people hardly expect anyone to do what I am about to.

So, easing my hand into position I check to see what I can catch a glimpse of.

It is to be my lucky day, Miss H is not wearing pantihose or tights and so any view won’t be inhibited or reduced by their existence. When I do position the mirror just right and adjusting for the jostling of the crowd I see she is wearing white panties but they are not just plain. Thy have a certain pattern or design on them. Very fancy and arousing, No a thong, perhaps a bikini or hi-cut brief.

I maintain the position for the ten seconds or so that it takes to reach the top of the stairs. Time seems to go slower I am in my own little world where all that exists is Miss H and the view of her panties, and me. I notice the perfume she is wearing, it is deceptively arousing, feminine and very sexy. This all conspires to make the view all the more wonderful and erotic. We reach the top of the stairs it is time to end the escapade and so just as unobtrusively as I brought it out I reconceal the mirror back in my pocket the dastardly deed done!

No camera to record the event, and also stand as incriminating evidence, no, just my memories of the event, of Miss H’s sexy white panties and the thrill I have received to get it. Was it worth it? Definitely! I didn’t get caught, no one was hurt, and none the wiser, as they say: ‘what you don’t know won’t hurt you!’

[Lucky_doug]

I like seeing up a woman’s skirt or dress. I think this is a nearly universal phenomenon, at least among straight men. I’m not a sociopath. Back when I was taking creep shots, I didn’t snap furtive upskirt shots of the kind that are illegal in many jurisdictions. But if I find myself sitting across from an attractive woman in a skirt or dress, I can’t help myself from trying to sneak a peek.

A friend (not a straight male) recently said to me, “But N., you’ve seen what a woman’s thighs and crotch look like. What is it that’s so compelling? It’s not like you can’t perfectly well imagine what you would see. What do you gain by actually seeing it?”

I have a couple of thoughts. First, in many instances, seeing up a woman’s skirt, seeing higher on her thighs than she intended, seeing the panties she didn’t intend me to see, seeing her pussy, if she’s not wearing panties, is a theft. It’s a transgression, at the very least against her. It’s seeing something that’s meant to be hidden. Every toddler knows the fun of discovering what’s hidden. It’s called peekaboo, and it’s just about the most fun many kids know. Until they graduate to the more mature, but equally compelling, version of the game, now called “hide and seek.”

It’s fun to discover what’s hidden, even if we know what it is. (Watch an unboxing video for a particularly stark demonstration.) This video has a gazillion views. People clearly like seeing not just what isn’t meant to be seen, but what is revealed, willingly.

This is my preference, honestly. If you send me pictures, it’s a safe bet that I’ll ask you to show me your thighs under your skirt, to open your legs for me, to show me your panties.

What’s sexy about this to me is much like what’s sexy about fishnets: you’re simultaneously hiding and revealing, and, what’s more, you’re doing as I ask, you’re demonstrating your trust of me, you’re giving me privileged access to what you normally (I presume) keep private, or at least, mostly so.

For this reason, the willingly provided glance up your skirt is infinitely hotter to me than a chance glance stolen from an unwilling stranger. While I find transgression, theft, hot, I find trust and compliance and privileged access infinitely more so.

[Lucky_doug]

One normally thinks of the opera as pretty high-brow and sophisticated. Only the ‘better’ class of people frequent such an event. And yet people are people with the same wants desires and lusts.

I used to think that the opera was not for me, the music was obtuse, the songs a bit stilted and irrelevant and the costumes a bit over the top. Still, I persisted as I had a good friend who was more knowledgeable about music than I and an opera buff. He kept recommending it and telling me there was more to it than met the eye.

He was right. I didn’t give up and what I discovered was that it was a medium like any other for art, music, telling a story and to entertain and improve us.

The stories it told through music and perhaps over acting (it’s done on purpose) are the same we see in the movies, on stage and in your average soap (opera). It is a medium that developed in the 17th century and because it is effective it has endured.

Nevertheless, one might be excused for thinking it is a venue to witness the beauty of an upskirt.
Perhaps I was just lucky but I was gifted an erotic and very sexy upskirt when I took my girlfriend to the opera recently (before this Covid madness descended upon us).

We went out to dinner in a posh restaurant in town before the performance, thoroughly enjoying each other’s company and the gastronomic experience. We finished and left for the opera allowing us time to get seated before the curtain raise.

Everyone does generally dress for the occasion but nowadays people are more casual and though I don’t think they appreciate the event as much if they don’t get dressed up some come in their casual clothes.

By the time the curtain went up pretty everyone was in their place and the auditorium was packed.

We had come to see La Boheme by Puccini. A well-known opera beloved by all who appreciate good opera.
Seated to our right was a couple probably in their thirties, it is difficult to gauge in the dim light of the audience. They were elegantly dressed, he in a smart dark suit and tie she in an sophisticated evening dress, jewellery and her hair coiffured immaculately. They were sitting engrossed by the events on stage, so were we, my girlfriend and I.

By the second act I noticed some movement from the male partner. He had become more amorous of his partner and was definitely making a move on her. They were necking and kissing and though initially she tried to repulse him he managed to win her over and her attention was redirected from the stage to his ministrations.

They were well into their amorous interaction when his hand found its way into her décolletage clearly aiming for her delicious mammaries. He didn’t hold anything back and in the dim light he didn’t think anyone would see so he brought her beautiful breasts to the surface and supplied his delicate touch and tongue to stimulate them. It was clear that his efforts were not going to waste and she began to respond with mewling and other erotic sounds.

By the third act his focus had descended to her pelvic region and her treasures hidden beneath her very significant dress. As it turned out he didn’t have nearly as much trouble as one would expect with such a long dress. You see, the dress was split its whole length from hem to waist. It was just wrapped around her. All he had to do to access her pussy and more was to unwrap her. He had unwrapped his present and was enjoying its contents.

But his success was also mine, as having parted her dress to gain access to her charms he had also revealed them to anyone else willing to glance her way.

Her legs clothed in silk stockings gave them an erotic frame which ended mid-thigh leaving a pale area of bare flesh before one beheld her white lacy panties. He was well on the way of bringing forth her orgasm as her head was lying back swaying side to side, her eyes shut just concentrating on the amazing sensations she was feeling.

His hand was buried beneath her skimpy lingerie making wonderful movements within her honey pot. In the low light it was not possible to see that much but her sexy lingerie was clearly visible, her movements in response to his caresses and manipulation of her sex were also manifest. I was granted this spectacle which lasted the whole of the third act until the climax of the opera when she reached her own climax.

After she calmed down she adjusted her dress and by the time they got up to leave she had returned to her earlier restrained demeanour and no one could tell they had enjoyed anything other than the opera.

I have no doubt they acted out their own epilogue or encore to the performance they had just put on when they got home, albeit without the props of their fancy clothing.

I on the other hand had had a musical accompaniment to a very erotic show and acted out my response to what I had witnessed bringing forth my own operatic climax.

[charismatic]

Can you block an individuals posts from being seen, as the above poster should surely be in fiction and is spoiling the thread.

[Lucky_doug]

I have been a upskirt lover for over thirty-five years. I still prefer to see a good panty shot over a nude picture, any day, especially if it is a candid unprepared view.

Like many other teenage ‘upskirters’, At school I used to drop my pencil frequently bend down while staring under the teacher’s desk. When female teachers were ascending the staircase and was always close at hand to witness any opportunity to glimpse a brief flash of material, whatever colour they may have been.

But after high school my very first, real job was where I became a seasoned pro at this fine form of entertainment.
I worked in a shoe store. We all have heard the stories of shoe clerks getting an eye-full from some lady. Yes, I enjoyed many of those free upskirts by exhibitionists, and like others I had one lady ask to use the restroom, where she removed her panties and returned to exhibit herself in her fine ‘baldness.’

I soon learned to appreciate that the accidental and un-intentional shot was far more rewarding to me than the results of an over-sexed lady who wanted to see me turn red as I stared between her spread legs. I think that is why I do not like watching professional strippers at all, but quickly get aroused in a changing room by a curtain that is not quite closed. It took me several months to move beyond the occasional ‘beaver’ shot to days filled with views of women’s panties of all shapes, sizes and colours.

The store allowed customers to select an item and try-it-on themselves. There were four aisles and three double racks of shoes so that women could choose from either side. I noticed, one day, that the steel racks only went up half the distance of the shoe box leaving a clear view through from the other side, if one just accidentally left an empty slot in just the right place. So, I began my daily routine that began with me placing the short stools at the same location where some errant shoe clerk had forgotten to replace a box of shoes after a sale.

There were four stools in each aisle, so the odds were that at any time of the day, some unsuspecting female was going to afford me the opportunity to gain an erection.

Sometimes I had to request the ladies not to move the stool, since some would automatically slide it a few feet away from my view. I would simply go around to their side, ask them if they needed my help and then while faking some form of rearranging the shoe display, I would move the stool back to the optimum position to view said ladies delectables. It was a lot of fun.

I also learned that if you placed the stool back far enough they would be less likely to move it and they would usually try on the shoes sitting directly facing the rack falsely thinking that their beaver was safe from view. It also made it more exciting since they were further back, there was a chance that if they looked closely they would see me staring at their beaver. I was caught out a few times but I wasn’t told on or yelled at. In fact on one occasion the customer ended up giving me her phone number!

Now, I am in my fifties and working outside of retail footwear, but I still get hot under the collar when I think of the fact that at one time in my long career, I had a job with horrible hours, no vacation or insurance, very low pay, but a job that had the biggest fringe benefits of all, a daily dose of fine looking panties.

[Lucky_doug]

Of the thousands of upskirts I have had the pleasure of seeing, one of my favourites happened some years ago, while I was in college.

One night at the public library down town (always a good place for schoolgirl uppies!) I noticed a cute girl, who I would estimate at about 18 or so wearing an orange skirt coming to just above her knees. She went to the card catalogue and began looking through the files and writing down the catalogue numbers of the books she was seeking. (This tells you how long ago, before everything was computerised!)

Standing next to her, but not too close, I pretended to go through the files in the adjacent section. I noticed most or her selections were in the same area, and keeping them in mind I went to that location before her and removed several of the books on the lower shelf. My plan was that she would squat down to retrieve them, or put them back.

Then I then went to the next aisle and waited for her to show up. Within a few minutes she was there, and almost immediately she squatted down to look for some books on the bottom shelf and then go through some of the books I had placed on the floor. I kneeled and lowered my head to the bottom shelf, just inches from her knees. Her legs were spread VERY wide, as she was quite low down to the ground, and I swear, she had on TRANSPARENT panties! Her blond pubic hair and the pink pussy-lips were plainly visible. What a sight on such a beautiful girl! I could not resist rubbing my cock through my pants, and came in a few seconds. I hurried out, before the wet spot came through my jeans.

This little sweetheart will always have a fond place in my memories.

[24r135]

Originally Posted by Lucky_doug

Of the thousands of upskirts I have had the pleasure of seeing, one of my favourites happened some years ago, while I was in college.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't doubt the legality of the stories in this thread. But this user account has made no effort to comment on the accusations of being fake, and frankly some of these stories seem obviously fake. That being said, many upskirt stories can seem completely ridiculous.

I oftend find it Very difficult myself to put my experiences into words, because once it's in text it reads like a totally fictional story. I've written up a few of my experiences that seem totally ridiculous reading them back, but still very much engraved in my photographic memory. And I'm sitting on a few stories more, hesitating how to write them down.

In this forum we need to be able to trust each other. I urge Lucky_doug to comment on the subject, and to perhaps enlighten us a bit.

[mortisor44]

Originally Posted by 24r135

I'm sorry, I shouldn't doubt the legality of the stories in this thread. But this user account has made no effort to comment on the accusations of being fake, and frankly some of these stories seem obviously fake. That being said, many upskirt stories can seem completely ridiculous.

I oftend find it Very difficult myself to put my experiences into words, because once it's in text it reads like a totally fictional story. I've written up a few of my experiences that seem totally ridiculous reading them back, but still very much engraved in my photographic memory. And I'm sitting on a few stories more, hesitating how to write them down.

In this forum we need to be able to trust each other. I urge Lucky_doug to comment on the subject, and to perhaps enlighten us a bit.

I'm not one to negatively comment on another's post, as my attitude is live and let live, especially on a site as this.

But having a wife who is a teacher, and having some involvement in education myself, I am familiar with how school systems operate. The first story about an unemployed man "volunteering" in a kindergarten classroom, and regularly being around during class lessons is not at all plausible.

The only men who would permitted in class would be vetted faculty, not an unemployed volunteer.

That being said, the kindergarten teachers my sons had growing up did tend to be young women in their 20's who were fairly attractive.

[Ares95]

At my nearby library, there was this librarian I knew and got along well with. She was in her mid 40s or so if memory serves and she almost always wore skirts a lot every time I saw her, calling her M. During one October, met with her and talked for a bit, at one point we talked about the cold weather where she said she was grateful that pantyhose existed, I didn't really know what pantyhose was, only ever heard of it. I asked her what pantyhose was, to which she spun her chair towards me, revealing her legs and let me touch them, or her pantyhose in this case. I was caught off guard but without hesitation, felt them long as I could. A little while later I asked if I could feel them, once again sat down, moved her open legs near me and touched them. It was then that I wanted more of her, more of her lower body just to look at, curiosity getting the better of me. After some book event in the evening, I'd help M put away some books in one of the sections, getting close enough to her, looked under her gray skirt to see her white undies, seeing how her pantyhose led to her thighs, I was speechless.

During one Feburary, after some Valentines event, I found her in the same section of book shelves, putting away some toy blocks and books lying around. She was in a red skirt and immediately went to help her. If only the cleanup took longer, I was able to see under her skirt and see her panties a few times, close as I could, wondering how tight they were against her privates. I'd be able to see under her a few more times after but as time went on, I didn't really head over there anymore for anything. It was nice still.

[pwd_bulk_street4]

I was at my cousin's wedding in Ireland about 9 years ago. She is much younger (by a decade) and at time, most of her friends were cute maybe 26. During the reception, things started to get wild on dance floor as many people were drunk. Three of her friends had arms around each other and ran onto floor. One of them slipped and landed on her rear end. Her dress rode up her legs and the whole audience saw her brownish red pubes sticking out of her white panties. Girl must have been mortified to show her bush to entire family. She was a cute girl and I was happy to be right there when it happened.