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I started work for the Post Office in the fifties at the age of fifteen in a large building in the City, I will not be more specific than that as I do not wish to be recognised by my fellow workers of that time. There must have been about three hundred employed there, half of them being females. The enormous switchboard alone had thirty women telephonists, they all seemed to be around the early twenties with a few older ladies whose job was to supervise these young girls.

My father had more or less insisted on me applying to the Post Office for a position as he thought it would give me a good training in telephonic know-how, with the present eruption of communications and technology I have to say his choice of career was spot on, although it has come rather too late for me to have profited from it.

However... although I missed out on mercenary gain I did stumble upon a veritable voyeur's gold mine, the memories of will remain with me until my dying day.

I had presented myself at eight o'clock that first Monday morning along with two other beginners. We were take to the foreman who placed each of us under the care of an older engineer whose task was to, as they put it 'learn the ropes'. This consisted of doing as little work as possible in as long as time as possible. Each day there would be a task sheet given to our 'teacher' and this was supposed to occupy our working day. In truth it meant that when we tackled the various jobs diligently, they usually took about two to three hours to complete.

Having cleared up our assignments we were then faced with the problem of how to spend the rest of the day. Obviously you could not be seen to be idling or playing about so each of us had to find his own way of keeping out of sight or as they now say "Keep a low profile"

One of the older hands would scoot off to the horse racing every afternoon, he boasted that he had not missed a meeting in the Home Counties for years!

In no time I soon found a small dusty room in the basement which looked as though it had not been used for years. I could read my books or newspapers with the knowledge that no one would ever disturb me.

In my little hideaway I could hear the chatter of the telephone operators at the switchboard on the other side of the wall from where I loafed every day. Feeling bored one afternoon with reading I began to examine the structure about me. The room itself was quite small with cables running through it.

I began to wonder where they led to. Most of them seemed to vanish through metal flaps in separate conduits through the adjoining wall. The flaps were about six inches square and were screwed shut by nuts.

It would not move so I fetched some lubricating oil, this eventually loosened the stubborn nut. I remember thinking at the time that the cover probably had not been opened since the cables had been installed many years ago.

Putting my eye to the opening I was confronted by the spectacle which took my breath away. Just four feet away from me, so close I could have reached out and touched them I could see very clearly three three pairs of open thighs! a mere four feet away from me!

I was looking right up their skirts to where I could plainly see the welt of the top of their stockings with taut suspenders on creamy white thighs. Two of the girls were wearing white knickers the other had chosen pale yellow

Apparently the operators were working in one long row with their feet resting on a wooden rail about a foot from the floor. With their feet placed in such a position it more or less prevented them from crossing their legs, as they would have banged their knees against the underside of the long desktop, thus they were being forced into the rather unladylike pose now facing me.

Of course the faces of the owners of these delightful legs were hidden from me, however as the full significance of the find I had chanced upon registered, I was more than delighted to forego the identity of whoever they were in return for the privilege of gloating over such an arousing spectacle.

Inspecting them one by one I was struck by the fact they all had sheer stockings with the voyeurs number one special choice, ie.. suspenders, taut on each curvaceous upper thigh. One of the women delicately scratched her knee then lifted her bottom to hitch her skirt higher.

As the elation at my good fortune sunk in my reaction was to assure that such a godsend must be preserved for my private use. Turning off the light in my room was my first move. Any stray light through the opening could be spotted next door and this unique leg show would no longer be on offer.

I closed the flap to investigate the remaining pair of conduits. To my delight they each exposed yet another three mouth -watering lassies each with their skirts mid thigh. I hugged myself with the knowledge that I alone could study the underwear of NINE different young women. I felt like an eastern rajah with my own harem.

You must remember that I was only fifteen when all this occurred, a horny but completely callow youth as far as sex was concerned. In those days if you were lucky enough to see a flash of flesh when a girl crossed her legs then you treasured the memory all day and kept it in your memory bank to cheer you in your lonely bed.

The rest of the day flew by, at four the girls were relieved by the evening team, this was a bonus as far as I was concerned with nine new maidens to gloat over, and believe me they all had something to offer a randy devil like me. Some had rather thin legs, whilst a few could be called chubby all in all though they were a gorgeous group.

The first days were a voyeurs paradise, after all to peer up he skirts of eighteen young women every day must be like winning the lottery. I loved the way they exposed themselves unknowingly to my gaze, all those suspenders and different panties...I was spoiled rotten!

It was number four, (I had to give the girls numbers as naturally I never saw their faces) I had my face pressed up close to get an eyeful, for a second I did not realise what I was peering at, then it hit me.

I must have spent twenty minutes or more just spellbound as I relished seeing the flaps of her cunt half open to the evening air. I went home that night with a grin a mile wide.

As summer arrived my girls began to wear frocks instead skirts and when we had a heat wave ...well life was just one long party. There was no air conditioning or fans to keep the wage slaves cool then, not that I complained as dresses were hoisted waist high, legs wide open to catch any breeze that was about. I lived like a king during hat heat wave, creamy thighs and skimpy panties readily available, to crown it all a few girls came to work without their panties. I suppose they were only trying to keep their pussies cool, they gave me the hots though, my cock was stiff throughout my viewing sessions.

I spent four more years as an apprentice before being promoted, however I always found time to carry on the 'Bird spotting'

Author:	Michael
Subject	Upskirts Galore