[Voyeur] Upskirt stories

[EyefunJo]

A few days ago, I went to the bank to take care of some stuff. The staff helping me out was this tall girl, probably around 5’5” or 5’6”. We were talking in her office—she was wearing a dark purple knit top, a white blouse, black skirt, and thin dark colored pantyhose.

She patiently answered all my questions. Of course, I had some more “special” questions too, but luckily, she was quick to help me out with those as well.

While she slid back in her chair to grab some papers from the printer, what's been hidden under the desk now revealed. The skirt is so short. It couldn't barely cover her thighs, and between them, it's a pice of white underneath the pantyhose. A perfect upside down triangle that always shines my eyes. I felt like all my “curiosity” was being satisfied.

Her office was very small, everything was right in front of me, if I let out my hand I could touch it.
Thanks for her help, I was satisfied, so satisfied.

[Curiouscouple2469]

I do hope you completed the satisfaction survey in the end, her commissions are based on it….! And she did aim to please.

[chuckfinly]

I got a very brief upskirt view today from a bit of a distance. I was driving on a freeway in slow traffic. There is a pedestrian overpass over the freeway. As I was approaching the overpass I noticed a girl/woman (I could not tell her age) walking across in a white sundress. I looked up and could see right up the dress. She was either wearing a thong or nothing because all I saw were ass cheeks. It was from a distance and only a quick glance but from what I saw she was pretty hot.

[EyefunJo]

I never been to this place, but wondering

Is anyone here been to this place before?

Imagine how those reflective mirror floor could give us such wonderful views up every ladies skirts.

[pantysniper]

Originally Posted by EyefunJo

I never been to this place, but wondering

Is anyone here been to this place before?

Imagine how those reflective mirror floor could give us such wonderful views up every ladies skirts.

I've been to that place. It's called Summit One Vanderbilt. Not many women will wear skirts there, as they actively discourage them (mentioned everywhere during the booking process) and they even offer "appropriate clothing" for free.

[EyefunJo]

Originally Posted by pantysniper

I've been to that place. It's called Summit One Vanderbilt. Not many women will wear skirts there, as they actively discourage them (mentioned everywhere during the booking process) and they even offer "appropriate clothing" for free.

I see. So now my imagination of that place can be rested

[xchange3]

If you have ever been to Tokyo and done the Team Labs Planets, it also has mirrored floors. This youtuber recorded herself in a short skirt: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wkGAx1vsUho

[itit49]

My wife is a prude, she always tries to avoid upskirts. Nevertheless due to accidents and distractions she suffered many upskirts even in front of friends, relatives and coleagues. Usually these upskirts are single events, while the title of the next story may be the “upskirt day”, in a few hours she had multiple great upskirts for dozens of people in different contexts.
We are leaving for the summer holidays, we wake up at dawn and get in the car very early to avoid traffic. It's a very hot day, my wife is wearing a short denim miniskirt, I'm pleasantly surprised but I could never have imagined what would happen next.
After a few hours we are on a country road and we find a police checkpoint. They stop us, my wife is driving and her miniskirt has shortened and is showing her panties but she is nervous for the police and she doesn't realize it. The two officers look out the window and ask for documents (and see the panties). Then they ask my wife to get off to open and check the trunk. My wife, always intimidated, gets off the car and then gets on the car spreading her legs, giving two great upskirts for the two officers standing in front of the door. I am not sure if they asked her to get off only waiting for an upskirt. We are only at the beginning.
Later we get on a ferry, we leave the car in the lower deck and and we sit on a bench on the upper deck. During the navigation I get up and I take a walk around the ship. When I return I see that my wife has fallen asleep. Her legs are open and she is showing her panties. I stay aside for several minutes and make sure everyone can enjoy the upskirt. When I sit next to her and wake her up she doesn't know that dozens of passengers have seen her panties.
We disembark and we reach the resort but our room is not ready yet. We go to the beach and meet the lifeguard who offers us two sunbeds. To my great surprise despite the miniskirt my wife (perhaps still tired) lies down instead of sitting. She knows she is wearing a miniskirt and moves carefully however we stay almost two hours and more than once she gets distracted and shows her panties, in particular once she stayed at least five minutes with her panties fully exposed. The beach was full of hotel guests who were able to enjoy the show. Conclusion dozens of people saw my wife's panties.
Attached three photos taken from the web (not my wife) similar to what happened to my wife (the girl in the 3rd photo is on grass but is the same upskirt of my wife on the sunbed.
The 4th photo is a nice upskirt of my wife.

[Gnome72141]

Originally Posted by EyefunJo

I see. So now my imagination of that place can be rested

Ya, they offer "safety shorts" and pretty much make you put them on if you are wearing a dress or skirt. The chances of seeing anything is pretty much zero.

We had a club where I live where the dance floor was clear glass, and the people eating one floor below could look up and see up short skirts while women danced. And it was always crowded on the dance floor. I knew several female friends who were regulars. This was over 20 years ago now, though.

How the glass stayed clear and didn't get scratched up with heels and other shoes was something I could never figure out, though. Too late to ask anyone now!

[Lucky_doug]

No one really likes gusts, and breezes when you’re out. It blows in your face, sends your clothes in all directions, upsets one’s hair, and if it’s raining, really messes with your umbrella.

Then again, they can have their upside, literally! When pretty ladies are wandering around in light frocks and dresses, the turbulent eddies generated by the wind can create scenarios which warm the cockles of many a man’s heart, especially if he is inclined to wish what secrets lie beneath her ensemble, her dress or skirt.

Most CBDs have become concrete jungles with tall office blocks which these days present walls of glass rather than concrete. Nevertheless, for some reason known to physicists and other experts in the weather, these buildings tend to create raging avenues for the wind to whip up and down, blowing away everything in their way.

So, even on pleasant days with clement weather, the wind can catch out an unsuspecting pedestrian on their way to pick up lunch or head for a café or restaurant to indulge.

I happen to work in town, so I’m around at lunchtime, and able to avail myself of the sights. Fortunately, for most the Covid virus is a distant memory (already) and though hybrid is the new norm in working in the office or from home, it’s good to be able to get back to normal routines.

A few weeks ago, when the last days of winter were already morphing into a pleasant Spring Day, I was out at lunchtime for a walk, catch some fresh air instead of the stale and recycled office variety. In the centre of the CBD is a little park, an oasis of green in an otherwise monotonous black, grey, and blue (the glass tends to reflect the sky).

Many office workers choose to spend their lunch hour here, relaxing as they replenish their energy banks. Others use it to walk around, or simply to take a short-cut from one block to another without having to walk all the way around. Initially, I had decided to use it as a shortcut. As I got a little exercise in. Yet, as soon as I entered its tree lined, grass carpeted interior, a noticeable quite descends from the frenzied traffic only a few metres away.

I also noticed that a number of pretty ‘fillies’ were lounging around and relaxing on the grass lawns provided. So much so, that they caught my attention as most were dressed in skirts and dresses, and there were several who were exhibiting a fair amount of leg.

To say I was interested would be an understatement, I immediately changed my itinerary and decided to ‘see what I could see.’

I noticed a young couple, two women sitting and clearly caught up in their conversation. One had her knees raised, though her skirt was pulled over them, apparently giving her the confidence that all was covered, and her modesty was maintained. Alas, she had made an error which her companion did not spot to correct her.

I took advantage of the situation and chose a spot to sit which would at once place me in line with the view I intended to catch. Fortunately, I had my ‘sunnies’ my mirrored shades which would give me a certain amount of anonymity and the impression I was not actually staring or ogling them. I also had a paperback in my pocket which was another prop I use to distract anyone from the assumption I was looking at something inappropriate.

I was literally, salivating with the anticipation of what I was about to glimpse. What colour panties would she be wearing, would they be skimpy, lacy, or silk, or perhaps she would have dispensed with panties altogether. I could already feel my body’s reaction to my expectations. Trying hard to hide my boner as I tried to find a comfortable position to take in what I expected to see.

Well, I must admit, I picked it! As soon as I had sat down, I could clearly see Ms Brunette’s pink panties on display. A little sliver of material taughtly covering her most intimate region. From my lookout position I could even see a few stray pubic hairs that had escaped their confinement within the delicate pink satin that was so captivating me at that moment. I remained focused on the pair for a few more minutes, enjoying the view, but decided that I probably seen all I was going to see, her friend was not in position to offer me anything here.

I got up to see if there were anymore participants in my quest, and indeed there was. A pretty blonde, sitting alone, near the entrance to the park. She had placed herself in a siting position, legs crossed, and pretty frock drawn over her legs to cover her knees. For some reason I was drawn to her, getting a gut feeling I would be rewarded if I remained vigilant.

I sat down on a park bench facing her and commenced reading my book. My ‘stand’ had already depleted when I felt it return in response to and in anticipation of seeing another upskirt. I had already noticed that some of the earlier visitors to the park were packing up to return to their offices. It looked like my ‘blonde’ might be one of these. Anyway, I continued reading, keeping an eye on my ‘quarry.’ I was not disappointed as no more than 5 or 10 minutes later she started to prepare to leave, packing away her things, and getting ready to put on her shoes, which she had removed allowing her to repose more comfortably.

As she placed her feet into each shoe in turn, she raised her dress a little so as not to snag it on her high heels. In doing so, she raised it a little too much gifting me a wonderful glimpse of her white cotton panties, thin enough so that the shadow of her bush was clearly visible through the sheer material. Oh, thank you lord for placing the idea in pretty girls’ minds to adopt the thinnest, sheerest, most gauzy material for their intimate apparel. My ‘boner’ returned with a vengeance; this would require some attention when I returned to the office.

Having now witnessed two sensational sightings I thought my luck would surely come to an end. But no. After ‘blondie’ left I decided to do likewise.

It’s strange how in this little sanctuary, not only the sound outside disappears, but so does the wind which may be gusting around beyond the confines of the park. I rose and made my way to the exit, following two young women, who also happened to be wearing skirts. As they exited the vicinity of the park they entered a completely different regime. The wind here was still gusting, though, in the park one was utterly oblivious of it. These two were completely caught by surprise and were not ready for the consequences. Up blew each one’s dress revealing the intimate apparel each one was sporting.

One had on a white thong which did very little to hide her modesty or her pretty posterior. The other was wearing bright yellow hi-cut panties with lace on each leg opening.

I filed each peek in my memory for later reflection and continued my way back to the office. I had an important task to perform when I got there. I had to halt at a stoplight, to cross the street. Several other pedestrians did so, too, including a pretty Hispanic in a flared skirt. This was surely asking for trouble in these conditions. True to form, as she stepped foot of the curb the wind gusted and delivered a brief glimpse of her red thong right in front of me. Oh, my, it must be my lucky day! I decided to take a detour to the nearest news-kiosk and purchase a lotto ticket.

Alas, it wasn’t to be. The ROI of the ticket was zilch. As luck would have it, that was not the case with the sights I caught during my lunch hour!