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When I was still quite young I remember going to a school dance.   It was a mixed school and we boys were rather gauche and embarrassed.   The girls seemed far more sophisticated and grown up.   When the dance was over I found myself heading off to the tube station with about five other boys and one girl, Joan, who in my opinion, was the prettiest girl in my class.
Our route took us past a public park and someone said, "Let's walk through the park".   When we got near a seat Joan wanted to sit down for a minute saying that her shoes were hurting her feet - she wasn't used to wearing high heels!   No sooner had she sat down that one of the other boys sat beside her and started snogging her, which she seemed to like.   Somebody else sat the other side of her I made motions with his hands as if he was going to pull her skirt up.   The rest of us encouraged him and he pulled her skirt up to her crotch. She was wearing tan stockings and white suspenders.   I thought that she would blow her top but she didn't seem to mind!   A couple of the other boys got out torches and shone them on her legs so that we all had a good view.
Somehow or other things developed into a sort of game where we each took it in turn to kiss Joan while a couple of boys pulled her skirt up and the rest of us watched by torchlight.   One of the boys, who was a bit more
daring than the others pulled her skirt out from under her bottom so that he could pull it right up to her waist.   Her knickers were not all that exciting compared with some I've seen since - plain white cotton - but to a group of randy young schoolboys they were as sexy as they could be!
Joan didn't seem to mind what was happening, and even when one of the boys put his hand up her skirt and touched the crotch of her knickers she didn't object.   In fact her reaction was to spread her legs further
apart!   One thing led to another and someone pulled her knickers to one side to show her fanny which only had a light covering of hair, and we all took turns to touch it and even to poke our fingers inside it.    I was surprised at how wet it was and I though that she must have wet herself!
At that innocent age I didn't know anything about girls getting wet when they got excited.

When I was about 13 or 14 my father used to spend a lot of time away from home and would often only be home at weekends.   My mother decided to take in a lodger, an 18 year old girl named Kathleen, partly I think for company and partly for the money.   I was at the age when I was just beginning to notice girls and Kathleen gave me something to look at and think about.

One day Kathleen asked my mother whether she could use an old treadle sewing machine which she kept on the landing.   The stairs that led down from the landing came down about three steps to a half landing and then turned through 90 degrees so that they ran parallel to and behind the sewing machine.    Anyone using the machine had to work a pair of pedals, one with each foot, in order to operate it.

After Kathleen had used it a few times she asked me to come and chat with her while she did her sewing.   I sat on the stairs just below the half landing from where I had a good view of Kathleen's legs. As she treadled, her skirt tended to work it's way up her legs until it was above the tops of her stockings - most girls wore stockings in those days.   I would be able to see her white suspenders stretched over her thighs and sometimes she would let it ride right up to her crotch so that I could see her white knickers stretched tight over her pussy.   The position of the two pedals was such that they kept her legs a bit apart so I got a very clear view of her knickers.   She never bothered to pull her skirt down so the "show" lasted right through her sewing sessions!

In my innocence I used to think that she did all this by accident as she wasn't able to see her own legs while she was sitting at the machine. More likely, though, she was doing it deliberately as a "turn on" for
herself.

It was a Friday night a week before Christmas and with strong breezes predicted and lots of scantily ladies bound to be out, I hit the town. I'd watched a couple of girls struggling with floaty skirts but most had successfully clung on.

A snowstorm was clearly brewing up, the cool air became very still and a few flakes of snow started to fall. Gradually, the flakes got bigger and the breeze strengthened again. I noticed the girl stood in a doorway of a nightclub chatting to a friend. She had a black strappy top on and a plaid denim miniskirt. The design of it meant that whilst it COULD flare out, it would need a subway grate or leaf blower shoved up her arse to move it.

One of the biggest turn-ons in this situation is sheer unexpectedness of being upskirted. You can tell the ones who realise their mistake early on and spend the rest of the day/night holding on to, smoothing down or resting their handbag against their skirt. She didn't seem to be doing any of this, she just stood in the doorway with the strong breeze having little affect on the skirt. It was barely an inch below her arse. I'm not sure why, but the two girls walked away from the club entrance together, possibly to another bar. What happened next I hear you ask?

The girls walked up towards a T-junction in the road. The snow wasn't actually falling, it was just swirling around. It actually seemed as if an updraft was blowing flakes back up into the sky - I'm sure its an image we've all seen - anyway, seeing her walk towards this updraft made me wonder just what would happen to that skirt!

The wind suddenly strengthened as she stepped into its path. Im sure the snow blowing around her face didn't help her either. With no warning, the whole of her skirt was simply catapulted up to her chest! It was almost like a funhouse airgrate, if she'd been wearing a knee-length skirt, it would have ended up round her ears, so strong was the gust.

Not only was the back up, showing everyone her thonged arse, but it was up at the front and sides as well - basically a 360 degree view for everyone. If fact, such was the height her skirt had blown, a centimetre or so of flesh could be seen ABOVE the thong. One problem these days is that a small flash of bare butt-cheeks doesn't always confirm the colour (or existence) of a thong - there was no doubt here!

After a split-second of sheer disbelief, she squealed and grabbed the front of her skirt, the problem being that the wind had now pinned the back of it to her, keeping her arse on display for a good 5 seconds. Realised there was no other way out, she slumped to the ground by a wall, still being buffeted by the wind but with her friend helping her hold the skirt in place. The two of them giggled and screamed there on the ground for about a minute or so, before she got to her feet and walked on with both hands virtually pinning the skirt down just in case.....

I rate this as my favourite upskirt of all time, not least because of the sheer embarrassment of it all. Reaction is all important to me - Having a skirt blow up in the wind is a bit like a practical joke to me - the best people are shocked at first, very red faced, but have the ability to laugh it off.

my first experience of the frill of upskirt sighting came when I was five I was at a wedding party in some one house when mrs clayton came in she was a friend of my mums she was wearing a grey mini dress I was sat on the floor when she sat opposite me as she sat I had the perfect view up her skirt she was wearing tan tights and yellow knickers as she sat there with her leg together I just sat staring at her yellow knickers when she got up to go upstairs I followed and had the perfect view of her yellow covered backside from this moment on would I was hooked mrs clayton carried on wearing mini skirts infarct she changed to micro minis by the time I was nine she always liked bright colourer knickers up until she changed in to micro minis then she changed to white from that moment on would me and my mate john always followed her when she when out on a bus upstairs some of her skirts wear so short that when she sat she could only sit on her knickers this lead us to play a trick on her once we put some black ink on a chair at my mums when we new she was coming to go shopping with my mum as she arrived wearing a red micro mini we meet her at the door and told her to sit as my mum would be some time I lead her to the chair john had pulled out for her I kept her talking she did not see the ink but as she sat her face was a picture just then my mum came in and of they went with a little shake of her bum we followed them on to the bus behind of course as she went upstairs there was her ink stained knickers on show what a laugh but also at that moment I found out that my mum who was wearing a blue mini dress was also showing her knickers that wear white as she went upstairs this was the first time I was behind her but not the last that's another story

My first upskirt was my French teacher. It was a warm day so we had all the windows open. My teacher would norm sit under the desk but today she sat on her chair and legs on the desk with a medium length skirt on. Her legs were facing straight towards me and for 1 hour I got a great view straight up her skirt and her white panties.

My second upskirt was when I was walking back from town on my lunch at school and the women across the road was sat down with her legs apart reading a book she was a very sexy women. She had white pants on so I sat across from her and couldn't help from looking I later get moaned at for being late back for school.

My third upskirt was the last day of school the girl in my geography class that I liked for ages was in a short skirt (last day = no uniform) I was sat 6 inches from her and I could see her white panties with hearts on and I could see her pussy lips and hair as well OMFG she looked hot.

My fourth upskirt was when I went along the road to a friends house to talk to a man I knew. While I was talking to him I was sat in the chair his wife came in (she has always had a soft spot for me!) she sat down next to him and I was sat opposite them so he couldn't see when she put her legs up on the sofa so I got the best view of her blue panties I was talking for about 3 hours and he didn't know a thing but she knew I was looking!

This isn't an upskirt but its just as good if not better. We use to have a caravan so we use to go away a lot the place that we use to go to that i liked the best because it had a warm pool and at the back of that was a row of single person changing rooms behind a wall all of them had a gap underneath so u could see straight along it u looked under but you could NOT see up so I had a great idea! I went to the shop on the site and brought a small mirror and waited till a women would go into a changing room and then I would go in the next door one and put the mirror back enough so they could not see it but I could see them and I got some great views of them changing and getting dry best idea I have ever had this was 4 years ago wish the had camera phones out then!

When I was much younger (about 14), I had a friend down the street, who had an older sister (she was about 17). Back then; girls usually wore skirts to school. One day, I went to visit my friend, but he was not home. Only his sister was home. We talked at the door, and she invited me in. We wandered back to her room, where she had been studying at her desk. She sat down again at the desk, and I picked up a comic book. There was no chair in the room, so I sat on the floor beside her desk. From this position, I was just below her hemline. She sat with her legs crossed, and studied at her desk. Every once in a while, she would change position, re-crossing, or uncrossing her legs. Each time she did, I got a glimpse up her skirt or her legs. Not too much, but enough to be sexy. I began to edge closer, under the desk. She knew what I was doing, trying to get into a position to see up her skirt. I think she enjoyed it, being a little ‘naughty’. She continued to shift position, providing me with several nice tempting views. Her teasing drew me deeper under her desk, until I was under it from the waist up. After awhile, she uncrossed her legs, and I could look up right between her knees and see just a hint of panties. She kept her knees together, so I could not see much.

I do not know why, but I reached out, and brushed her foot with my finger (she was wearing sandals). She pulled her foot away, and said, “Don’t”. When she pulled away, she relaxed her knees slightly, and I got to see a little more. She put her feet up on the cross-rung of the chair, and I could see a little better under her hemline. I waited a moment to get my nerve up again, and ‘accidentally’ touched her ankle. Again, she pulled away, and said, “Stop.” She replaced her feet on the cross-rung. I waited a minute, and tried again. This time she waited a few seconds before pulling away, but she did not say anything. She let me touch her ankle for a few seconds, pulled away, and put her feet back where they were. I waited again, and stroked her ankle. She did not say anything; she did not pull away. I began to massage small circles with my fingertips on the top of her foot. She let me continue this for about a minute. Then I started up over her ankle. She said, “Please stop.” She pulled her foot away, but placed it back on the cross-rung. I waited a few seconds and started again. She let me continue. Again, I traced my fingertips up over her ankle. She said nothing. I explored higher, above her ankle. She sighed deeply and said nothing. I felt my way up to her knees, and she was still not resisting. When I worked around her knees to the insides, she relaxed her legs slightly, so I could get to the insides of her knees, and of course, this let me see right up her skirt. She only relaxed her knees about an inch, but I could now see her panties clearly. She was pretending to resist, but he was giving in slowly. My fingers found their way between her knees and I pressed out slightly. She relaxed her legs, and opened her legs. I was staring right at her panty crotch. Her legs were open, letting me see. I massaged up the insides of her thighs, slowly going higher. She let me, occasionally letting out a sigh or a little whimper. As my fingers moved higher, up the insides of her thighs, she spread her legs wider. When I pressed outwards, I found she had already opened them as far as she could, against the sides of the desk for me. My touch slowly climber higher, closing in on her panties. She began to shift in her chair, squirming a little as my fingers moved onto her soft inner thighs. I moved up close to her panties, letting my knuckles brush her panties as my fingertips continued to massage slow circles. I could feel her anticipation of my fingers on her panties.

After my knuckles grazed her panties for a few moments, I let my fingers stray onto her panties. She contracted her hips, and slid forward in the chair to let me get to her better. I massaged onto her panty crotch, feeling her wet with desire. She began to moan softly as I massaged, then to slowly move her hips with my rhythm. Soon, she was hunching herself against my fingers, working herself as I just held my hand still and let her move on my fingers. She was really tuned on, masturbating herself on my fingertips. I asked her “Does it feel good?” She did not reply. I pulled my fingers back, and asked again. She thrust forward, seeking to find my fingers again. I pulled back when she found them and asked again. She admitted, “Yes!” and grabbed my hand and held it into her as she worked herself on my hand. I asked her if she enjoyed what we were doing, she said, “Yes”. I asked if she wanted more. She said, ”Yes”.

I slipped a finger inside her panties, and she did not object. She kept hunching on my hand. I worked on her clit, and then slipped a finger down low. She was drenched with female love juices. When I tried to slip a finger inside her, she squirmed away, and said, “No, we can’t do that.” I tried again, but she firmly said, “No.”. Soon, she got herself off on my hand. She hunched against my fingers, and came all over my fingers.

Then, she slid back from the desk, stood and straightened her skirt and told me I better go. I crawled out from under the desk, and got up. She walked me to the door. As she let me out, she said, “Maybe we can do it again sometime?” I stopped and asked, when. She smiled and said, ’Tomorrow.”

We continued this for about a year and a half, about once or twice a week, until her brother and I drifted apart, and she went off to college. We never got together after that, but I still fantasize about my first sexual experience. I wonder if she does.

As a long time upskirter I’d like to share the most delightful real display of public flashing by a complete stranger. I had taken my family on a day trip to Ragley Hall, UK one summer. Strangely for the UK it was in fact a hot summer, yes we do get them. Having parked up on the grass the wife and kids went off to explore the jungle gym, leaving me to read the papers and snooze in the sun.

The couple next to where I had parked returned to their car for lunch. He a average looking Joe but she was a real stunning brunette in a mini skirt and blue denim blouse. They spread out their picnic rug, with me spying on her every move from behind my newspaper, which must have been shaking like billy-o in anticipation at what lingerie delight nestled beneath her thighs.

Sure enough my patience paid off. Have demurely eaten her lunch they both lay on the rug, she having gotten on to her stomach with such grace as not to show anything. However, either by design or shear naughtiness she decides to rise from her prone position by drawing up her legs and getting on to her knees into the ‘doggy position’.

Well what a sight that greeted my poor weary eyes. As she rocked back on to her knees the struggling mini skirt gave up the fight and revealed a beautiful round pert arse, frame by a delicate blue thong. Speaking to her husband she stayed in this position for a good minute not twenty five feet from were I was sitting. Either unworried or as I wish to think arrogantly posing her most private intimate parts for me to see.

You know how it is guys, your scared witless in case your caught but you can’t stop looking. If she alerts her husband and he starts on me then my family return they’ll be all hell to pay! But she momentarily releases me from the dilemma by standing up to retrieve an item from the car.

Only to return to her hubby and get back down onto all fours again. God by then I didn’t care, here was a gorgeous woman displaying all she was worth with just a thin wisp of cotton gusset between her private cunt lips and me the upskirting old devil that I am.

Eventually she sat down, covering herself as best she could but not trying to hard because of the heat. Hubby started to get restless and eventually they packed up and left. Leaving me to wrestle the hardest erection I probably ever had in a public place, desperate to reduce it before my own beautiful wife returned.

I always like to think she was testing out just how much she could put on display before hubby objected. That she must have known that her demin skirt would never, in a month of Sundays, cover her thonged arse. I was the lucky joe who caught full sight of her display and what a memory it’s given me. Lady whoever you are thanks for the memory of that hot sunny afternoon at Ragley Hall.

Thought it was time you had a contribution from the female point of view!

I think I have always been aware of men looking up my skirt, and I don't
want to bore you with a life story. It's something that started to happen
much more when I was about 15, and even then I was starting to play to the
gallery. But the day I want to talk about today was a bit later.

It was a very hot Saturday and I had got up late, feeling a bit hung over,
and decided to go out, look at some stalls in Brighton, and get a coffee. I
pulled on a green dress, about mid-thigh length, and a pair of flip-flops,
not bothering with underwear, and went out.

I was standing at a stall in a pedestrianised street, looking at some rings.
It was quite crowded. I realised that this bag kept bumping into my legs
from behind, but thought nothing of it. Then once I leaned right over the
stall to reach a ring at the back, lifting my back leg off the ground for
balance. The bag appeared again, coming right between my legs while I was in
this position, then staying there when I stood straight again, which was a
bit annoying. I looked down at it, as it was now right between my knees. It
was a rucksack which someone was holding by the hook at the top. It had side
pockets. In one of the side pockets i suddenly recognised the black lens of
a video camera - pointing up, pointing right up the middle my dress.

Of course I knew what I was wearing under my dress (nothing), which the
upskirter did not, at this time, although if course he would when he got
home and played back his tape! I was angry and embarrassed and didn't know
what to do.... but I was also, I found to my surprise, quite turned on.

I went straight home from this experience, and the first thing I did when I
got in was to put on a pair of knickers! But then, before I went out, I did
something without really thinking about it: I changed out of my dress, and
put on a top and a flared black miniskirt. (My knickers were white). Then I
went out again.

I got myself a slice of pizza and sat on a wall in a busy part of town, and
I put my feet on the wall too, and I was by now aware that i was
deliberately flashing my knickers. I had my knees together, but my feet
apart, so that people could see my crotch between my feet. And my god, how
many men looked! I was getting very very turned on. I think if anyone had
asked me for sex at this point, I would have said yes, I was really ready
for cock.

The highlight of my day came, however, when I spotted my upskirter-man,
still prowling the streets in search of miniskirts. I went and stood where
he could see me and sure enough he came and did me again, probably not even
realising he had done me once already. But then I turned around and put in
his hand a note, which I had written when I'd spotted him moments earlier. I
said in the note that I knew what he was doing and that I didn't mind as
long as he emailed me pictures of what he had got, especially of me, and I
gave him my email address. otherwise I threatened to go to the police. But
he didn't read the note while I was there cos I went away. But he did email
me, a couple of weeks later, and sent me pictures he had taken up my green
dress when I was not wearing any knickers. I have had so many orgasms in
front of those pictures! since then I have been an upskirt obsessive,
really. I love to look at upskirt pictures, and I love to give upskirt views
myself. Of course this has resulted in lots more stories, but I don't want
to take up too much space! My current boyfriend, for example, was found
through this mutual interest of ours (that's another story), and it was he
who introduced me to your wonderful website.

I live in a city which has a bit of city walls around the old town. It's an excellent place for upskirts, because of a two-level catwalk and two spiral staircases. It was a sunny day so I decided to try my luck. As I approached the site I noticed two teams of photographers/models at work. The first one were working on "normal" professional fashion session. There were a model, two female stylists, a light operator and the cameraman. However, the second one raised my interest. In the "team" were only a photographer, a creepy middle aged guy and a model - average face and a very good body,long, curled, black hair, her legs looking great in tan pantyhose and black, A-shaped, jeans miniskirt. She was posing at the top of one of the staircases (metal, 3-4 meters high, great for upskirt views) and the guy was filming
her from below. I am VERY experienced in positioning for a clear view so I was quite sure, he was taking unobscured panty shots from his point of view. I was curious of two things - if she knew it and if I will get a peek, too. I was lurking at the base of the second stairwell, some 5 meters from the first one and was hoping that they woud go my way to climb the stairs (one of three possible routes for them). After the while they moved toward me, passed me and went behind the corner of the small tower that I could hear them but not see them. From the conversation I guessed, that she did NOT know. The guy supposedly was making her "portfolio" for a modelling agency. She was ordered to sit at some steps, knees together, legs in "A" position. Of course you know it very well, classic sitting upskirt - girls are sure that with knees together they are covered, while they panties are fully visible. She obeyed, he made some more shots. She became a bit suspicious only once, asking if some face shots weren't necessary. He assured her, that it would be needed "later, when they choose her". Now I was sure I'd get my peek, because his next logical step would be making her climb the other stairwell. I was right. They pased me again and stopped, the guy pretending to choose the next spot. I even asked him, if they need the steps I was sitting at. He grabbed the opportunity and said "No, no, we'll
take that stairs" and order her to climb it. She obeyed and he stopped her only when he HAD TO have a panty shot. He was happy, but I was not. He could stand almost directly beneath her, but I, of course,couldn't. I could see her whole legs, but not her butt. Luckily for me he wanted a bit more. When he finished filming, she started to go downstairs, but he told that they would go up to the Market Square. She turned round and went up (very obedient girl). This time he quite openly looked up her skirt (craning his neck for a better view) and followed. Meanwhile I finally got my peek at her white-clad butt under a tan pantyhose.

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like most of your other members I have had an upskirt fetish for as long as I can remember. School days obviously. Young girls showing their knickers with gay abandon. Stairs too, with a landing at the top
for 5th years. Lots of miniskirts around too in my youth. One incident however has its merits, so much so that I still think about now, over 30 years later. We had a neighbour with a young daughter called Yvonne. She used to go to an all girls school. I'd seen her sex many times before, you know, show me yours and I'll show you mine sort of thing. This one day however I was with her family watching tv. Yvonne was sitting in a deep armchair with high arms. She still had her schoolgirl uniform on. Yvonne took great delight in embarrassing me whenever the opportunity presented itself. I remember her sitting in the garden on a sunny day. We lived in council houses overlooking the gardens. She always faced the houses and used to lean back onto a large cushion or
something. Her knees drawn up to her chest and displaying wonderful white cotton knickers. My telescope came in very handy let me tell you.She was a funny girl sometimes too. She'd wear extremely short skirts but then make me walk up stairs in front of her so I wouldn't see her panties, usually under tights.
Anyway I digress. Back to her house. There was Yvonne in the armchair, her parents behind her, and 3 brothers dotted around the room. Yvonne was wearing a white blouse, and a dark skirt, short of course. No socks I think. Everyone was engrossed in the prog on TV. Then without warning Yvonne draped a leg over each arm of the armchair. Believe me, her legs were wide, I don't know how the gusset survived the strain, and the little minx was smiling at me.She was wearing bottle green school knickers ( required uniform for that grammar school) which she said she hated. The sight of that stretched bottlegreen cotton gusset, her skirt around her waist, one leg draped over each arm of that armchair, and I do believe a saw a pronounced damp patch too.. It's a wonder I didn't explode right there and then. It couldn't last long, these things never do. Her parents told her to be a lady and not flash her knickers like that. They didn't see what I saw. That sight has been with me ever since, I just wanted to bury my face into that gusset.I really wanted to run my hands over, under and in those knickers, you don't know how much. I later discovered my house key fitted their house too and once when they were away I crept in, went to Yvonne's bedroom and found those bottlegreen knickers. They were freshly washed so I couldn't smell her but I put them on and orgasmed pretty quick I can tell you. I then put them back in her drawer and left. She never knew.

As I have said nothing had happened for a good while, but then it started and at first thought I had missed out. We were having a question and answer session and she was sitting on a worktop with one foot on the bar of a stool. At first her legs were closed but after a while her legs had opened, but I could not see that much not even her stocking tops. The lads at the front must have had a really good view. I reckon they must have had a view of her knickers although no one said anything. I tried to look for a better view but just could not manage it. The same thing happened a few weeks later which annoyed and frustrated me has I could not see anything. Each week I hoped something would happen and I would get my chance. My chance came and what a chance. Our lesson was always the last on a Wednesday and on the Monday before the next lesson she stopped me on my way in to school from lunch. My house was opposite the school gates and she knew this. She asked me if I would mind staying after school to help her put things away and help with stock taking. This was my chance and to be alone with her made it more exciting. Nothing upskirt happened during the lesson. After the lesson I reported to her and she said that we were to do a stock count of the cupboards. All the cupboards were about 4 foot high so I was on my knees and she sat at one of the desks facing me. I had a good view of her sitting at the desk. She sat with her legs together with the end of her skirt above her knees. 5 minutes went past and then her legs slowly started to open. At first I could see the tops of her tan stockings between her legs and a few moments latter the V of her white knickers. She stayed like this for the rest of the count. She then ask me to check some items to make sure she had them right. During this her legs had opened a lot more and had a great view of nice white knickers. I just took a good look, she knew I was looking and made no attempt to close her legs. All this was to much for me and I had a wonderful climax in to my pants. This was to be repeated 4 or 5 times before the end of term.

I have always been more turned on by seeing up skirts than anything else. I guess this began in early puberty like for most of us. At this time (late 60's) skirts were short and Top of the Pops was a good place to see plenty of knickers on show. Of course I saw girls knickers every day at school as at that age they didn't know what effect it could have but it got more exciting later when upskirting became more illicit. Much more interesting somehow when girl of woman is not aware of me looking.
One early memory was when I was 13 and at the wedding of a distant relative.
I arrived there with my parents after a longish journey from Devon to Wales and what I remember the most was needing to pee all through the ceremony. There had not been time before to go looking for a loo and anyway I was a shy boy who often went through agonies rather than ask where the toilet was. 2 hours passed and then I was sitting at a large table with all the other guests in this huge house eating a four-course meal. And still bursting to piss! Next to me was a woman of about 40, I would say, which seemed old to me but she was a stunner, and her mini dress was very short. I couldn't help glancing down and seeing it ride up her thighs until her white knickers were clearly exposed at her crotch. From the way she was waving her legs about I also new that she too was desperate for the loo and this excited me further. Well, what with and she view I had of this lady's underwear and maybe further stimulated by an overfull bladder I felt the now familiar feeling one has when an orgasm is building up. I tried to keep still, willing my erection to subside - I was thrilled in a way but terrified that someone would notice what was happening to me. It was no good, I was on the point of cumming and my neighbour suddenly thrust a hand between her legs and said, to nobody in particular 'God I'm dying to pee!'
This was the final straw and I came in my pants. It seemed to go on for ever, pumping out of me, and it was not easy to resist grabbing myself or even to make a noise of some sort. Somehow I kept my outward composure and my orgasm came to an end. Luckily I had black trousers on and a few furtive glances showed me that my secret was safe.But now I wanted to pee so badly I thought I would explode. I just couldn't keep still. Eventually I plucked up enough courage to stand and leave the table between courses. Nobody noticed of course but I was so embarrassed. As I stood my neighbour grabbed my arm and whispered 'Are you going to find the loos?' I nodded, even more embarrassed, and she said 'I'll come with you' I was acutely aware of my cum-filled pants as we left the room. I tried hard to act normally but all I wanted to do was to squeeze my cock. As we went upstairs I actually felt a spurt of pee escape. But in front of me was this lovely woman and my eyes were on the same level as her bottom, with her knickers showing just below the hem of her dress. I was hard almost immediately!
We found the loo and, probably because I was younger, she said 'you first then, but hurry!' I rushed in, and frantically undid my fly, but no pee would come. I was bone hard and I had been waiting for seven hours since peeing last. The only thing to do was to wank - I had had this problem before. As began, there was a knock on the door. 'Hurry please! I can't wait any longer!' I bent down to peep through the keyhole and almost fainted when I saw, right in line with my vision, that she had her dress hitched up and her hand inside her knickers, pressing her crotch as hard as she could and dancing from foot to foot. I soon came, as you might imagine. But I had been in there ages now and was worried about what she would think so I just flushed and came out. She dashed in and as the door closed she was ripping her knicks down with the other hand. If I had not been on the point of wetting my pants I would have peeped again but I was starting to do just that.I am ashamed to say that I entered the first room along the landing and, kneeling down and partly hidden, I peed in the corner of the room, on the carpet.
I was exhausted, both with the intense orgasms I had experienced and with the effort of controlling my aching bladder for so long.
What a day that was!.
Hope you enjoyed my tale. Nicky.

I have posted before about the pleasures of upskirt views and my job as a police officer.

I once was in a post where I frequently had to attend parish council meetings. One of the councillors who was very passionate on her debates was a married women approaching 50. I always found her attractive with greying dark hair slightly over weight in a mature fashion and she always wore skirts that was slightly too short. She would always where tights usually black and when she crossed her legs her skirt always rode up a little to show some of her wonderful thighs I would often spend the whole meeting watching her as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. I became convinced she knew I was looking as she always seemed to sit opposite me and sometimes she would catch me looking, and maybe scratch her leg lifting her skirt a bit higher. On one occasion as I watched her cross her legs I had a quick flash of darker nylon then white flesh. She wore stockings! On the night of that meeting she invited me to attend a later safety sub-committee meeting which she was the chair. It was her, me and another woman. We sat around a table, and she began to flirt with her eyes a little. I dropped some papers accidentally and when I bent down to pick them I was treated to a gorgeous view of her upper thighs as her skirt had ridden up quite high. Full, black suspenders cutting into her fleshy thigh and as I collected the papers she slowly uncrossed her legs and I saw the black crotch of her knickers. I had an instant hard on. The meeting finished soon after as the other woman had to leave. As I stood up my hard cock was easily seen in my uniform trousers. and she looked at it and smiled. We had discussed some points and I invited her to the local village police station to continue our discussion. I arrived and she followed 5 mins later. When she got inside without any fuss she asked if I liked what I had seen I said just look at my cock like a tent pole inside my uniform. She undid her skirt and she had already taken off her knickers her fanny was glistening, her stockinged thighs were stunning. I approached her and kissed her, caressed her bare arse. she pulled at my cock undoing my trousers. Her fanny was soaking and I turned her around and fucked her standing up as she bent over my desk, she was moaning 'fuck me, fuck my cunt' She came very quickly shouted obscenities at me. I kept fucking her and she came again and I dropped to my knees and started to lick her fanny. I began to lick her little bum hole and she begged me to handcuff her and bum fuck her. I did and I came inside her gorgeous round arse. we collapsed on the floor. After 10 min or so she began to lick my cock and it stood to attention again, she sat on my face begging me to 'lick her cunt' which I did. More nights followed fucking this woman, but that's another tale

There was a girl at work I had taken a bit of a fancy to - and as always you begin to wonder about her choice of underwear. She used to wear tight jeans and you could see the VPL through her jeans - these were the days before thongs became almost the universal choice of underwear for young women - and you got the idea that she was wearing the high-legged briefs that again, nearly all the girls seemed to wear them in those days. I used to think that these were daring and that their underwear could not get any skimpier but how wrong I was proved! So a popular choice for her knickers - but what colour?

She would often wear short skirts and no matter how I tried I could never position myself to get that vital view of her knickers so that I could find out the colour.

Then one day I was sitting opposite her in a pub with a low table between us. She was wearing a short skirt that was pulled tight across her legs as she sat. Just before we stood to leave she turned her legs a little towards me and there they were - white knickers. Although white was a popular colour (and still is) I had always imagined that she would wear pastel coloured knickers and her choice of white was a surprise - but no less pleasant to look at. As she stood I saw them again. It had been a matter of the right place at the right time, with enough light to illuminate her upskirt area.

As we walked across the car park I felt satisfied that her secret had been revealed and in my minds eye she was walking in just her underwear! Which consisted of knickers only as she did not wear a bra.

A little later I saw her underwear again when I was sat in the driver's seat as she was getting into the back of my two-door car. She made a comment like "I hope you won't look up my skirt!" At which point I promptly had a good look at her white knickers from about two feet away. If she noticed me doing this then she did not let on.

Since then she has started wearing thongs but only under tight clothes, otherwise she wears briefs - the bra remains an optional extra.

I have seen her knickers many times since - but in the form of down-trousers rather than upskirts (I can't remember any more upskirts), so at least I get to know her colour. This remains mostly monotone (white, grey, black) but with at least one blue pair, which makes a pleasant change.

By the way - I still fancy her but have never got beyond a few kisses and she has been married for a long time now. But if I could have had my choice she would have been the one for me. Thoughts of what I have seen are never far away when masturbation time comes around.

While I was at university, I needed two years of a foreign language in order to meet my requirements. Though I have always been good with words and with foreign vocabularies, I found the grammar very daunting. To make matters worse, I did not get along with my French teacher, and I found his style of teaching to be so different from my own style of learning as to admit of no compromise. Fearing that I might fail my language requirements, I decided to switch over to Spanish. After all, I grew up in southern California, and could already understand more than half of what was said to me in that language. But which teacher, I wondered? I mentioned my plight to a friendly Literature teacher, who said, “Why don’t you try Mrs. Benson?”

I knew nothing of Mrs. Benson, but, being desperate, I hurried down to the registrar’s office, switched classes, and dutifully showed up at Mrs. Benson’s classroom on Monday of next week back in October of 1974. After a bit of a wait, Mrs. Benson walked into the room. My jaw dropped open, my eyes popped out, and my dick stood straight up – as it would do faithfully upon Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays for the next two years.

Though her married name was Anglo-Saxon, Mrs. Benson was a home-grown Chicana girl from East L.A. – I should say “woman” rather than “girl,” because she must have been about forty years old. A mane of sable hair topped her head, bouffant style. Her skin was brown and smooth, her lips heavy and pouting. While not precisely fat, she was overly voluptuous, and just a few more pounds would have ruined the effect. Her D-cup breasts strained against her clothing with such force as to render the outlines of her bra eternally visible through her crisp white blouses. In terms of tightness and shortness, her skirts rivaled – and sometimes even surpassed – those of the boldest students. Considering her age and the size of her rear end (which could almost have been classified as a small continent), the effect was remarkably slutty. To make matters even better, she typically wore extremely pointed high heels – what the girls used to call “come-fuck-me heels.” As she paced restlessly up and down the aisles, her big butt and big tits made her seem top-heavy above those pointed heels, as if she were about to topple over.

Mrs. Benson paced a great deal, because she seemed to understand that she could scarcely sit down in those skirts with any amount of decency. She was a tall woman, close to 5’8”, and with the bouffant hair she towered over her students as she walked the aisles. I nearly came in my shorts whenever she passed me by. I could hear the rustle of her blouse against her bra, hear the rustle of panty-hose against the fabric of her tight skirts, hear the high heels clicking, smell the musky perfume that surrounded her. As she paced on past my desk and headed for the blackboard, I could see her big butt swaying in a hip-grinding walk that looked like something out of a movie.

Where once I had skipped my language classes at every opportunity, I now never missed one. Even sickness could not have kept me away. I loved watching Mrs. Benson. She always gave the impression of a vital energy so intense that it made her jumpy, like an animal in a cage. She would stride around the room like a nervous lioness. But no matter how much she paced, even a lioness must rest now and then. Even Mrs. Benson must occasionally sit down. Sometimes she sat at her desk, but more often she sat on it. I watched with great interest. At first, there was nothing. Her legs were carefully crossed. But after about the second week, an incident occurred.

As you all know, one can see nothing if a woman keeps her legs very tightly crossed. But if the upper leg relaxes just a bit or slides just a little, a triangle of panties will be produced. And so it happened! Mrs. Benson’s upper leg relaxed and slid to one side, and I found myself gazing at a perfect white triangle, a view so perfect and clear that I could see the seam of her panty-hose. The magic lasted for less than a minute, but was magical all the same.

Over the course of time, I realized that this was common practice with Mrs. Benson. She was good for about one flash a week. Over the next two years, I stayed with her classes like a dog with a rag, from beginning to intermediate to advanced. I had no compunction about altering the rest of my academic schedule to fit Mrs. Benson into my life. I don’t think it’s any exaggeration to say that I saw her flash her panties close to forty times. Almost every other time she sat on her desk, that olive-skinned upper leg would slide, ever so slowly, to one side, and always with predictable results. I saw white nylon panties both conventional and lacy, and every now and then some bright red satin ones. She never seemed to be aware of that sliding leg – except once, and I mention the incident because it was just glorious, as most men here will appreciate.

It was late May or early June of 1975, and unseasonably hot. Those tight skirts and panty-hose would probably have been uncomfortably warm for Mrs. Benson, so she appeared in a loose black skirt, also very short, and in bare legs with flat shoes. When she sat on her desk, she revealed an absolutely stunning white triangle, the largest I had yet seen. I could hear someone gulp, and hear one of the girls clear her throat. But their efforts to attract her attention went unnoticed, because Mrs. Benson was already coaching us in our lessons. You all know how language teachers do it – they speak the phrase, then lift their hands to signal their students to repeat it. They do it again and again and again, till the students all get it right. Therefore the classroom is noisy, because either the teacher is speaking loudly, or else the students are answering loudly. Mrs. Benson didn’t hear the coughs or chuckles for several minutes, until her recitation was finished. By that time, a few more guys were chuckling and a few more girls raising their eyebrows and clearing their throats. Mrs. Benson appeared to become aware of the commotion and closed her legs. But she just kept on teaching as if nothing had happened.

I have always wondered…how could she have been unaware? A woman who dresses to flaunt her sexuality is typically keenly aware of all such matters. Was she doing it deliberately? She certainly could not have gotten away with it in any American university today. The guardians of political correctness and the shrill-voiced feminist haters of sexuality would have dragged her up in front of the administration in a hot minute and forced her into sweat pants, earth shoes and unisex hair in order to keep her job. But this occurred from 1974 to 1976, and things were different then. The 1960s antagonism between teachers and students had ended, and many teachers were now “hip.” The sexual revolution was still going on, and had yet to reach its bacchanalian apex during the decadent disco days from 1975 until about 1979. The feminists were only beginning to stop burning bras and start bashing men, but this was not much in evidence among the girls at our school. In other words, Mrs. Benson was in a perfect position to get away with such antics if she really wanted to.

I will never know the answer to that one, but I do know that I am eternally grateful to Mrs. Benson. I eventually graduated magna “cum” laude, thanks partly to my good grades in Spanish. I never, ever missed a class!

It was so hot and sticky, Angela was sure that the other riders of the bus could smell it as well. Her cunt, her pussy, her quim, call it what you liked, but at this very moment Angela's vagina was leaking like a dripping water faucet! Now if she had worn panties, well then maybe no one would have noticed, but Angela never wore panties, because, well because she was what in polite circles they call and exhibitionist! At this very moment Angela had made eye contact with a middle aged man who was seated across from her, and with barely flickering eyes she dropped them nonchalantly to her lap, while casually spread her legs, giving him an eye full of inner thigh and closely cropped pussy fur! His eyes went from her crotch back to her face, but he immediately knew that she wanted him to look, just by the smirking little half smile that crossed her lips. He wet his lips with his tongue, glanced around to see if anyone else was watching, and then let his gaze fall to Angela's nether region and for the next five minutes he stared at the plump brown haired slit, only taking his eyes off it to see if anyone had discovered his furtive activity!!! When they were almost to Angela's stop, she shifted her weight slightly and flexed her cunt muscles, causing her lips to bulge in and out, separating slightly to give a glimpse of her pink crack. Angela thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head, so she smirked at him again and gave him one final pussy flex for good measure! She then closed her legs, stood up to exit the bus, and while giving him a lilting, "Have a nice day sir," breezed past him out the door and onto the street.

Walking the two blocks to her office, Angela could feel her lips sliding back and forth against each other with each step, and if should would have concentrated on it she could have easily induced an orgasm, but she wanted to wait until she had a chance to have one while she was showing herself to an unsuspecting stranger! In her office, Angela went straight to the rest room and went into a stall and wiped the dew off the outer lips of her pussy, while shuddering when the tissue nicked the tip of her swollen clitoris, causing yet another spate of nectar to flood from her pussy. The door to the rest room swung open and Angela heard some one entering as a familiar voice called out, "Is that you Ang?" "Yeah, Jackie, it's me, come on in," replied Angela to her good friend Jackie. "What are you doing in here," scolded a laughing Jackie while taking in an eyeful of Angela's exposed vagina. "Just doing a little house keeping," answered a grinning Angela, as she continued daubing at her nether lips while Jackie lifted the hem of her own dress, giving Angela a peek at her own naked vagina. Each woman then put a finger inside the other's pussy and fingered it vigorously, and since each of them was sopping wet to begin with, they brought each other to quick hard orgasms, kissing deeply while their fingers whipped over each others clits. After making sure no one else was in the rest room with them, they quietly slipped out of the stall and headed back to the office, with very satisfied pussies indeed!!!

It was warm day, so the two women decided to eat their lunched out doors in a office plaza a few blocks away. While Angela was usually a little coy about her flashing, Jackie on the other had would be considered a slut! While they were sitting on a short brick fence eating their food, Jackie overtly exposed herself to at least three passing men, surprising one of them to the point that he accidentally ran into a tree while trying to keep his eyes on Jackie's hairy cunt! Just as they were finishing their drinks, Jackie said, "The next person who walks by gets a good look, male or female!" Angela started to say something, but Jackie hushed her up with, "Shush, Ang, here comes one now!" Angela looked over her shoulder just in time to see a fortyish woman approaching from behind her while the hot pussied Jackie was already getting the hem of her dress pulled up and her cunt pointing directly at the approaching target! Now facing the woman straight on, she smiled and said, "Nice day huh," while spreading wide her smooth thighs. Expecting the woman to march off indignantly, both of them were shocked when she stopped and casually commented on how pretty Jackie's vagina was!!! Angela, now getting into the swing of things, leaned back and spread her own legs, giving the woman a perfect shot of her bulging vulva. The woman introduced herself as Meg, and asked if she could stand there awhile an ogle their pussies, and talk dirty to them. Both Angela and Jackie heartily agreed, and tried to give Meg the best view possible of their dripping slits. Meg began asking the most intimate of questions, such as when was the last time either of them had let a man put a penis inside of them, or when was the last time that they had let a man stick a tongue into their cunts and lick their erect little clits!?! It was truly amazing to be sitting in a crowded area, surrounded by hundreds of people while exposing yourself to a total stranger, and then incredibly having her talk to you about your most secret sexual exploits!!!

Angela, now breathing hard, her pussy flooded with juice, and her lips engorged with blood, asked the woman, "Do you love wet vaginas?!?" The woman nodded and replied, "Especially when they are peeking out from under a skirt, their lips bulging and dripping with dew!" Jackie chimed in with, "Meg, are you wet now, too?" "Oh, my yes," she hissed quietly, "my slit is making my panties sopping wet!" All three woman then began asking each other the crudest things, an made the most obscene comments about each others crotches until Angela announced, "I'm going to cum now, will anyone join me?!?" Both Jackie and Meg nodded vigorously, while Jackie and Angela tightened and untightened their vaginal muscles, Meg held her legs close together and worked the inside of her legs against her clit as the three red hot pussies spasmed simultaneously while the three owners gritted their teeth and tried to disguise the fact that they were all having very hard orgasms right out in public!!!

There was a public rest room in the building adjacent to the plaza, so Jackie and Angela begged Meg to go with them and show them her pussy, and even though she was running a little late, she agreed to show it to them, but only for a moment! There was a large handicapped stall at the far end of the room, so the three women waited until the coast was clear, an then hustled into the oversized cubicle, while giggling like a gaggle of school girls!!! Jackie was beside herself with anticipation, and begged Meg to hurry up. Meg reached under her skirt and slid her white lace panties down to her shoes, where she carefully stepped out of them, and then in a very deliberate manner, turned to face the two breathless women, before slowly lifting her skirt to reveal a very hairy blonde vee of pubic hair. It was matted from a combination of the tight panties and the cunt juice that had leaked from her vagina, but a very excited Jackie sucked in her breath and asked Meg if it was all right if she touched it? "Oh, go ahead," whispered Meg, "but make it snappy, cuz I have to get back to the office!" Jackie's middle finger quickly disappeared in the jungle of fur and burrowed around until it found the hard little nub that was the center of Meg's sexuality as her finger soon became the most important thing in Meg's life, as it was carrying her on a wave towards a deep orgasm! Angela, in the mean time, had sat down on the john, pulled up her dress, and was mindlessly fingering her own wet slit while Meg leaned forward and kissed Jackie on the mouth, forcing open her lips with her tongue and probing the young woman's mouth. Angela slipped her free hand up and under Jackie's dress and used her fingers to bring her friend close to another climax. Not more than ten minutes ago these three woman had climaxed without even touching their vaginas, but now, they were not only touching them, they were fingering them like there was no tomorrow!!! Just before they blew, Meg pulled her mouth from Jackie's and whispered hoarsely, "There is nothing like girl-girl sex!!!" Angela was the first to groan, but she was quickly followed by her two masturbatory compatriots in deep hard orgasms! Jackie licked the sweet nectar off her fingers, kissing Meg one more time before she had to leave!!!

On the way back to work, Jackie looked at Angela and said, "Nice lunch, we have to do that again sometime!" Angela laughed and replied, "Yeah, and it's not too fattening either!!!"

There are plenty of times when I get to see knickers by looking down the waistband of women's clothes. This is particularly true these days when women chose to expose their midriff and wear high-cut underwear - often in the thong style. This is useful in itself as you get to find out the colour of their underwear, which is always stimulating, however, actual upskirts are in short supply. The days when most women chose white underwear seem to be gone - many seem to go for black these days. Though there are still a few white-only girls about.

All this changed when I attended a meeting at work recently. I arrived a little late and took one of the last remaining places opposite the woman who would chair the meeting. The layout of the group was in the form of an open square with no table in the middle, this meant that I had a clear view of the chairwoman - and significantly, her split-front skirt.

As the meeting progressed it became clear to me that if she shifted into the right position I would be able to see up her skirt. The woman in question is probably nearly 50 but attractive and in very good shape - you would not turn her down if you had the chance, she also has a deep and sexy voice. Phone calls with her always a pleasure as you can hear her gaspy breath in your ear. I would like to masturbate when I am speaking to her but this is almost impossible in an office environment - unless I could contrive a late call and do it in my briefs - I would have to then clean them out in the toilets.

Finally it happened, she turned a little towards me and there they were - white knickers on show up the spilt in her skirt, my first upskirt in ages and I revelled in it. This went on for a while with her knickers showing to a greater or lesser extent. I think that she may have been a little conscious of her exposure as she occasionally adjusted her skirt - without too much success. The best was when her legs parted slightly and I saw a very deep white "V" shape, almost the whole of her crotch - but not quite.

After the meeting I saw her again and noticed her VPL, which indicated that she was wearing fairly full-cut briefs. Yes M*****, your choice of underwear that day (white briefs) had been well and truly revealed to me, all very useful later that night when it came to my masturbation session.

Just another thing - did anyone see Kate Garraway on GMTV when she was presenting reports from Hong Kong. In one sequence she was wearing a skirt and with the light behind her you could clearly see the outline of her legs all the way up to her crotch. That was not the only thing - I could swear that you could see her underwear - a narrow-angle white "V" shape under her skirt - in the style of a thong or high-cut briefs - very sexy!

P.S. Anyone who says he doesn't enjoy peeking at women's' knickers is a liar!

From the age of about 13 all the time when I was at school I used to try and look up the teachers and girls skirts hoping one day that one of them might not be wearing any knickers but I had never succeeded in this.

Here is my story of when I seen my French teacher knickerless.

It was one of those hot summer days at school and all day I was trying to look up my female teachers and students skirts but with very little success as there legs were crossed most of the time. It got to the time when it was my last lesson of the day which was French. My French teacher was an older women about 45 quiet small and ugly but I thought to myself I might as well give it a go. So when I got in my lesson I sat near the back of the class in the middle of the room because my teacher never sat at her desk when she was teaching she always stood or sat on the end of one of our desks. I was sitting at my desk with my head resting on my arms(this way was the best way to get a look up her skirt when she was sitting on a desk) looking up her skirt but still nothing. There was about ten mins of the lesson to go and the teacher was sitting on a table at the bottom of the class reading to us out of a French book. I looked up to try to see if she was wearing any knickers again then I looked at her face she had a strange look on her face as she looked at me I had been caught. To my surprise she came over to the table in front of me luckily there was no one sitting there she sat straight in front of me resting one bum cheek on the desk and her other leg on the floor legs wide apart straight into my line of vision. All as I could see was her shaven pussy nearly opened all the way because of the way she was sitting. My heart was pounding and my cock was rock hard I was just about to come in my pants when the bell went. When I stood up to leave the class I cold see her looking as I was adjusting my pants to hide my hard on.

This was the last time I got a chance to do that as I left school a week later but I will never forget it

I've been a life long lover of looking up skirts: some of my earliest recollections of girls are looking up their skirts. I was perhaps 3 or 4, but life got a lot more interesting when I was 10 and older. There are so many stories, and, as they say, so little time. Here are a couple that
stand out at the moment.
I was about 16, in 11th grade, it was a hot late spring day. I was on the roof of our school, supposedly studying (we were aloud to take breaks and in between class times on the roof. I was with two very pretty girls a year younger than I, Barbara and Susie. A word about each. Susie was very small and totally cute. Her sister was in my class and her sister, Judy, almost daily showed off her panties as she would sit with her leg crossed one over the other, wide...she almost always wore either white or yellow cotton bikinis, and the boys would place bets on which she'd be wearing that day. (OK, more on Judy. She was also small, but somewhat larger than her sister. When Judy would sit on the floor or grass, or sometimes lie on her back, she'd pull up her legs, totally revealing her panties. I actually took a couple of pictures of her, long ago posted on the old newsgroups....back to Susie.) As much as Judy would reveal her panties, Susie didn't. In fact I rarely saw her panties.
Barbara and Susie were very close friends. Barbara had wonderfully large and firm breasts, and her bra would often be revealed under she shirts and blouses. She was a total turn on, sometimes revealing her panties as well, but not very often.
This particular day I was lying reading (in fact I began by really reading), while Susie and Barbara were sitting with their backs against a wall, talking about some poetry assignment they had. I would look at them occasionally, but didn't pay much attention. Then I noticed that Susie was sitting with her legs crossed, her skirt up, but I couldn't see her panties. I quickly forgot about my reading and kept looking at her lovely legs. Then she did what I had hoped, deeply absorbed in her poetry and talking to Barbara, totally ignoring me and what she was about to reveal. She pulled both legs up and apart by about 18 inches, neatly and primly pulling her dress to her knees. From her point of view was was properly covered. But from mine, no way. Her thin, pure white cotton panties were pulled tight against her butt and pussy, outlining her girl/womanhood very, very clearly. I was immediately super hard. I realized that both girls were not looking at me at all and I just stared at Susie's panties and legs. Her panties were pure white. I was in heaven, or so I thought. I didn't realize that heaven could get better. I have no idea how long I looked at Susie, perhaps a minute, perhaps five or more, when Barbara also pulled her legs up, in almost the identical position as Susie. Her panties, too, were white cotton, but somewhat thicker than Susie, but pulled against her very tightly also. What was different sent me through the roof, well, not, since I was on the roof. But it did send me. Her panties were quite damp, almost wet, and tinged yellow...as if (perhaps she did) peed in them at some recent point. I couldn't believe it. (I've always loved damp and
dribbled in panties.) I found myself even harder than before...and on the edge of cumming in my pants...which I did within a minute, in spite of my (best??) efforts not to since I was wearing tan pants. And yes, the obvious happened: I had a very, very big wet stain on my pants, and did the obvious, pulled my shirt out as I was getting up, but that was to be at least 15 minutes away. I stared at both girls' panties and legs after I came, still turned, fearing embarrassment, but love the sight, especially of Barbara. Both girls sat that way for another 5 or more minutes, and then one and then the other shifted to a more modest position. I recovered, barely.
The girls obviously noticed my pulled out shirt, but said nothing...Years later I told Barbara about the incident at a party, and she recalled absolutely nothing about it...she did confirm however that in high school and afterwards, she would sometime pee in her panties a bit if she as desperate for a toilet.
Fast forward: In my 30's I knew a girl, an undergraduate student, with whom I had a relationship. She had a strong exhibitionist streak in her, which I loved, and enjoyed showing off her ample breasts and nice legs and ass. She had a friend who found this interesting, and the two of them provided me a lovely lingerie show one evening. From this I suggested I'd really get turned on by both of them 'innocently' showing off in a very public place, while I watched, they pretending they didn't know me. Being a voyeur of long standing, this appealed a lot, and later that week on my girlfriend's campus both girls, one spring day, wore somewhat short skirts, and sat on the grass in the centre of campus eating their lunches and talking. I sat about 25 feet away, and each girl would keep adjusting her skirt and legs, making sure to reveal their panties, sometimes just in quick flashes, other times sitting so it was easy to see up their skirts. Over the next 45 minutes about 8 or 10 guys managed (along with others) to
gather around them, watching them, as I was. It was a real turn on. I don't think any of the guys knew it was put up. We all met afterwards and both girls found the power over guys from 'innocently' show off a turn on.
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Hi, I love these stories and the imagination they require (especially the one about the guy under the table!). Anyway this is a short one. I've been hanging out with this girl loads around school and walking home. She is fairly attractive with brown hair and nice breasts. I've never been able to get a proper view of any of hr underwear - up till now anyway. Today I sat across from her and her trousers went down well far revealing a sexy black thong and some lovely cheeks around it. Later on walking home we met with some girls we know (one quite fit, one not so) and, whilst chatting I noticed her fiddling with her waistband, naturally I glanced down and, after a few no shows she pulled her trousers a good 3 inches out from her waist giving me a clear view of the front of thong - it's hard to say how sexy this was. I'm not saying she wanted me to see but, whilst being fairly quiet, I know she is quite horny and her b/f lives in another city. Oh how I'd love to fuck her! Thank you

I can recall those wonderful fashions of the 50s I was a school lad then. my late sister
had some lovely lady friends. one day she asked me to do a errand for her to one of her friends who lived in the centre of Portsmouth UK. upon my arrival at the ladies flat
with the shopping i had to deliver my sister had got for her, she invited me in for coffee
and doughnuts, in those days the doughnuts were far superior to what they do now.
she was a pretty dark hair girl aged 28 and whilst she was busy getting the coffee and doughnuts, I spied on the sofa her fabulous can can petticoat. it was in pale blue paper nylon, 4 tiers with lavish matching lace. i stroked it thrilling to the feel and rustle and crackle. of course I got really hard despite the fact I was only 11. as she came back she caught me red handed rustling it. I thought she was going to hit the roof, but she just smiled, and made the comment as I seemed to like it ,after the coffee and doughnuts she would wear it for me under a new skirt she had brought. but I had to swear to secrecy not to tell any one or else if my sister and mum and dad found out I would be in hot water. after our coffee and cakes, she took the petticoat into the bed room, and changed into it, leaving the door slightly ajar so I could hear the rustles.

she came out 8 min later wearing a black full taffeta skirt with big moiré patterns with the blue petticoat peaking out from her skirt. oh the rustle noises were heaven! she could see I was quite aroused, and smiling she drew back her taffeta skirt revealing
the petticoat and her pale blue panties and sheer nylons. tops. she asked me how aroused I was and I told her. to make me even more stiff she began to rub together
very hard, the folds of the pale blue paper nylon petticoat, the fabric really scream rustled and I was by now, almost about to climax. she then motioned me to get out my aroused member, and removed the petticoat. she then began to fondle me with it
oh the sensation the feel and the rustle, I just exploded and it shrank like a popped sausage balloon. she asked me if I liked that and said I did, but again swearing me to secrecy. any time I called there, she said she would have the petticoat out for me to rustle and she would wear it under one of her skirts and can can it.

I asked if could have the petticoat after she had finished with it, she agreed but sadly I never did get it. it broke my heart when those fabulous fashions were discarded I hope those paper nylon pettis come back. David

My girlfriend is a born flasher. To be truthful, you’d probably have to call her an exhibitionist. But there’s nothing wrong with that. I have to use a false name for her, so I will call her Beth. If she ever found this little story on the Net, she’d think it was cute if her name was disguised. But if I used her real name, she would probably end my life in no time.

Beth claims she’s always been a flasher. She went to Catholic school, and finally clued me (a boring old Protestant) in on the truth of: “Now what use do you think we made of those shiny patent leather shoes?” She also claims to have been “the rudest girl on the cheerleader squad,” frequently forgetting to put her shorts on before practice.

When she found out I was an upskirt fanatic, she was delighted rather than annoyed. I thought I was lucky because I would get a lot of private upskirts, but little did I know I was in for something better. Believe me, I would have been too shy to ask her to pull such antics in public. But I didn’t have to ask. Beth pretty much suggested it herself.

From the very beginning, you could see she was an expert. She waited for me to open the car door for her, which most modern girls no longer bother with. But she swung her leg in a broad arc as she stepped out of the car, giving me a heavenly glimpse of white panties.

During the first few times we went out on the town like that, she was careful to do her flashing in such a way that no one else in the bar, night club or restaurant could actually see her. But then she mentioned that perhaps, one night in a crowded bar, someone else might have got a look. She said it tentatively, as if gauging my reaction. It would not have been difficult for her to see that I was excited rather than jealous or possessive.

Next time we went out, she wore a short little black dress and white nylon panties (personal favorites of mine, since they remind me of the panties girls wore when we were back in high school). We went out to watch the sunset on the terrace of our favorite club (I live in Hawaii). The sun made its famous “green flash” as it disappeared into the ocean, and I got plenty of “white flash” as well. We were sitting pretty much by ourselves in one corner of the terrace where no one could really see her.

It got dark quickly, as it does in the tropics, and Beth was on her second glass of wine. Another couple had taken the table next to us, and the two of them were talking with a certain confusion about the stars – the poor souls couldn’t tell Venus from the North Star.

Beth is an expert skywatcher, like myself, but much more sociable, especially after a few glasses of wine. She began to give the other couple a nice lecture about the heavens above us. Soon, though, I noticed that the fellow in the other couple was looking not above but fixedly at our table. His eyes were glassy and his mouth was gaping.

I looked, and realized that Beth was sitting cross-legged, though not as a woman crosses her legs, but like a man. Those of you who’ve seen the famous Ellen Barkin clip from the film Switch (it’s on the Movie Page) will know what I mean. Beth was deliberately flashing this guy one of the boldest white triangles I have ever seen, and she kept it up for a few solid minutes. By that time the guy’s girlfriend was staring too, though she was also a bit tipsy and seemed not at all put out. If she hadn’t been wearing slacks, she might well have joined in.

Needless to say, I was quite turned on. We had a great night in bed afterwards. In the future, I hope that love, passion and good treatment on my part will encourage her to even more daring acts of flashing.

So now I’m about fifteen, the Area Sports. Although my school was 100% boys (and I had spent the last 18 months blushing, looking, imaging and touching by accident) because we were the oldest biggest et al the Area Sports WERE HELD on our (even in those days) gigantic sports facilities. Because we had the land nobody had had to buy it.

The Rugby pavilion was exclusive to the girls and excitement was all over everyone’s libido. The previous year I had been in the high jump and had stayed dutifully to watch the senior ladies. It was very watchable. The winner that year was tall slim and blond. Now she was taller as slim and blond but with more beauty and confidence.

But I was in the 800 meters, 400 metre relay (OK yards then)) and the long jump.

I managed to watch Rosemary win the high jump…sitting very close but she recognised me and when I said "well done, well done Rosemary” although she was tow or three years older than me she smiled and looked me deep in the eyes as she brushed sand of her legs. I was done for.

Anyway, failed to shine in the long jump, made the final in the 800 metres and saw Rosemary with some sixth form girls sitting on the finishing straight all legs, socks, and kit bags. Anyway I was lying about fourth on the final bend when I saw Rosemary jump to her feet and start shouting my name. She knew my name. As you can imagine, and even in real life, I was turned into someone who didn’t feel tired. I didn’t win I was just third but way above expectations. I collapsed on my back and Rosemary ran up. Looking down and smiling I was not so tires as too miss the beautiful vision of her long tanned shapely legs, slightly apart, with the shadow beneath her green short skirt. Beyond I saw, for the first time, a pair, a close fitting pair of pale blue briefs. Her friends joined ant tried to pick me up but I was unconscious in ecstasy. I opened my eyes wide and said something about shouldn’t see those underclothes. They all laughed and slowly walked off but Rosemary said that I shouldn’t say anything. Realising I didn’t understand she asked me to walk with her past the cricket rollers and stu

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