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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.
 

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.
 

Hi

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.
 

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!

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!

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.
More to follow
 

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 stuff.

 She then explained that she hated wearing school knickers and as I had an older sister she knew I would understand. She slowly pulled up her skirt and showed me her beautiful bulging crotch (high jumpers know these things) these are blue.. I’ll be in trouble…I was so weak (and she knew it) that I said she was making me go groggy. “You haven’t seen the bra yet she said as she undid her summer shirt.” I clumsily put my arm around her and slid my hand inside her shirt. She told me to undo the buttons and look at her matching bra. My sister didn’t have underwear like this and she also didn’t have the high pert bosom or the wide cleavage. I mean I had watched her get undressed enough times. I let out a massive sigh as she asked if her body affected me. I said “look” and she squealed with delight seeing my largest (to date) erection. My hand cupped her bra as she touched my man-size penis.

You guessed it. But she was enthralled (and so was I) but not enthralled to the extent that I didn’t ask her if I could see her knickers again.

She said yes but next time you must touch me. I asked when and she obviously already knew.

I ran the relay as if I wasn’t there. She, and her friends, watched me again and, as I finished my lap and handed on the baton she ran on the track and kissed me on the cheek whilst grabbing my groin. Yes I was moving towards a satisfactory condition. I liked this.

My sister is four years older than me and went to an all Girls Grammar School I went to an all boys’ school. Girls were always a mystery to me but when I was 12/13/14 my sister (and her friends) transformed from cry-baby blotchy things into tall slender young women. We lived near to my sister’s school so it made sense for some of her friends to drop in on the way home or come and do homework, play rock n roll and stuff. 

I was still laying out Dinky toy battles and playing patience, doing homework on the floor etc. There uniform was blue and white stripe summer dresses and grey winter things. Over fourteen, in those days, they had to wear stockings (dark) in the summer and could go bare legged with white socks in summer. Court shoes or sandals. White cotton or grey school knickers.

 Anyway one day I was spinning a toy roulette wheel or something when they all trooped in my sister demanded silence from me and told me to get out of the room I said I would draw under the table. Almost forgetting me the girls sat at the table and began chattering getting out homework etc. I was almost unable to get my breath as the eight legs (including my sisters friend Val's) who was extremely tall and had the best dark stockings I had seen. I was so hard that it hurt.

Eventually Val put her head under the table and said are you asleep Dave I said no there was too much to look at…. She then said “do you like my legs?” very quietly… I said very much...they are beautiful. As you would expect from a girl of that age she then adjusted, crossed, opened, pulled up and generally made my groin burn. I reached out and touched her fine nyloned leg – very gently – I thought she would say something but slowly she pushed her leg toward my trembling hand and allowed me to run a damp and sweaty finger up her calf. She asked my sister if she good have a glass of water and as she walked away she grabbed my hand and pushed it right up her skirt.

I instantly lost my first payload. But never in the field of male sexuality has so much been given to one boy.

Over the past few summers I have worked at a well known sports shop on the shoe department. As you can imagine the summer brings out THE shortest skirts and lowest cut tops, and working on the trainer department there is no end to the amount of knicker sightings. One particular day a woman and her son came to the store to buy a pair of trainers. She was wearing a summer dress that was just below the knee but it looked like there was little chance of a knicker sighting as it was a fairly long skirt. I served this lady who was in her late 30's and had shoulder length hair. I had to go to the stockroom to get the trainers she required. I was in there for about 2 minutes when on my return i saw her sitting on one of the benches with her dress riding so far up her thighs just covering her crotch. I thought how the hell can a dress that was below the knee be riding so far up your thighs. As I got closer I noticed she had white lacy knickers on. I was so so hard. I served her son with the trainers but all the while I had my eyes fixated on her crotch. At times I had to kneel down to help her son. My head was inches from her legs and I had a clear view right up to her crotch. She knew all along I could see this and as time went by her legs moved wider and wider apart. After about 15 minutes of this and three pairs of trainers later she finally bought a pair. When she left she looked at me in the eye and gave such a dirty smile, I will always remember that day!!!

Attending a secondary boys' school, my scope for uppie action was to say the least limited.  No such worries at my previous school where girls wore skirts and assemblies were sit-on-the floor jobbies.  The sights I saw were never truly appreciated until I had long since left.  Anyway on school sport's day, I b.s-ed an excuse to exclude my participation.  Watching athletics on a warm summer's day in a shirt and tie was never anyone's idea of fun.  This day I was prepared to make an all too rare exception.  My young tutor, was something of a looker, cute face, nice blue eyes, cracking smile, decent up-top, with a
corking tight, round butt and firm shapely legs.  She was in a sleeveless white blouse and a short green skirt.  Also playing the part of spectator, I thought little about any opportunities.  When my attention waned from the main event, I had a quick look around.  The sight that greeted my is permanently inscribed in my memory.  There was my tutor sat 3/4 of the way up the bank on the steps. 
Sat with her butt on one step, she had her legs spread  two steps below where her butt was sat.  Her finely toned legs were in an 'M' position.  Her white panties were clear for all the world to see, decorated
with little red hearts.  As unexpected as this sighting was, my excitement was inevitable.  I continued to survey this scene as discreetly as I could.  She did nothing to compromise the view, totally unaware or uncaring of the presentation she gave.  My only regret is that my friends came over and I had to stop staring or else face their derision.  After this a solus run of the three-legged-race was a distinct possibility!
 

I had opted to stay in one Friday night, feeling worse for wear after a heavy previous night.  Little did I know how good a decision this would prove. Dad's mate and his wife came over.  Dressed in a black top, and floral skirt just below the knee, my initial thought was a disappointingly poor chance of seeing D's panties.  L (her husband) sat next to me on the couch as I idly read a mag. When D sat opposite it didn't register immediately that her skirt rode up to reveal her knees and lower thighs.  She kept crossing her legs one way then the other, before sitting knees together with her legs at a slight angle.  A quick
glance across and I caught the sight of what appeared to be a small black panty triangle.  I was disbelieving and figured it was her closed thighs at best.  However D has really nice, thin legs, and her adjustment of position suggested that my viewing was authentic.  Still, a tantalisingly small black panty triangle was visible.  I was stirred by the sight but her oblivious husband beside me was a complication.  Fortunately both he and D were engaged in conversation with my folks.  That magazine offered me ample staring potential.  I figured discretion was essential, I didn't want to alert her to my focus, and
jeopardise the show.
D soon elected to go to the bathroom, I cast a firm glance at her as she stood.  Her right ankle slipped slightly as she got up, guiding her legs apart.  A clear sight of her black pantied gusset was  heightened by the smooth perfection of her inner thighs.  It had been two seconds at most, but I was rock solid.  Best of all she kept getting up off the sofa all evening, her inhibitions lowering, with those silky black panties quickly ingraining themselves in my mind.  Quicker thinking would have seen me immortalise the moment on my camera phone, but the repercussions of being caught would've severed a close family friendship.  Still it was a visit I was quick to celebrate soon after her departure, L was totally oblivious, and if she knew the entertainment she provided, it didn't concern her.

hi guy's
I am writing to tell you about what I have started to get sally doing.
we have started to frequent a pub with a certain reputation and i get sally to dress in a very short skirt, a string vest and nothing else. I tell her that nobody can really see anything.
I don't drink on these occasions and allow sally to get quite merry.
as she relaxes on the bar stool, her legs open so that her whole body ( and I mean whole) is being shown to who ever wants to look and the massive thrill when some guy
realises that they are looking at her naked body as her pubes and nipples are on display is electrifying. though incredibly, not many do. if I could sit at the bar and wank, I would.
 

I love all of the stories that everyone has- I find myself enjoying them as much as the photographs, since I am allowed to use my imagination. With great excitement I have decided to relate the good stories that I can remember from my youth. I find upskirts of young women to excite me more than those of older women; perhaps this is because younger girls are not prepared to have someone looking up their skirt or knowing that someone will see (something I think we all agreed is a turn off). Second, I think younger girls have much cuter panties (I'm from the states, so I am not used to calling them "knickers" like most of you seem to). I have gone to Catholic schools since I was in 1st grade, and during that time I have seen some pretty amazing sights. I sincerely hope that none of you are interested in what I remember from my early elementary days (all were girls my age at the time), so if you don't mind I will skip that section of my life.

This first story takes place when I was in 5th grade (10-11 years old). The girls had a uniform that consisted of a white blouse, blue sweater, and a blue plaid skirt. The skirt was not supposed to be longer than the knees, but this didn't always happen. The school rule was that girls had to wear shorts under their skirts for modesty, but as most of the boys knew, girls didn't always wear their shorts like they were supposed to. If was very easy to see up a girls skirt because they were so careless, but they didn't care because of their shorts. But... every now and then you would get lucky and find a girl who didn't have on her shorts. There was this 7th grader Jill (12-13 years old) who I thought was pretty (she had a boyfriend a year older than me who I hated). Anyway, Jill was a loud, bouncy outgoing type of person. She was short, thin, had wavy brown hair and eyes, and her forehead was kind of large (in a cute way). Anyway, one day Jill was walking across the school yard at break with two of her friends. She was skipping out in front of them (happy for some reason), and did a high jump into the air and spun around before landing. As she skipped up, her skirt (shorter than regulation) flew up high around her waist. Her panties were bright red, and I got to see them from the front and back as she spun around. I couldn't believe what I had just seen (I had never seen a girl with bright colored underwear like that, just stuff like pale greens and light pink, etc.) I just looked at her. I wanted to run and tell the entire school, but I kept my mouth closed. I was in such disbelief that I soon came to the conclusion that she must have been wearing a bathing suite.

Well I found out Jill was not wearing a bathing suite a few weeks later. Jill eats lunch on the grass field with her friend Melissa. Melissa is a blonde girl who wears glasses sometimes, I didn't think she was as pretty as Jill. I noticed that a number of the boys from my class started sitting on the lawn with the pair at lunch. The adult on duty said "look at those boys, they think they have a chance with her." That did make me curious what the commotion was about, so I walked over to join the party. It was an odd assortment- two 7th grade girls sitting down with about nine 5th grade boys sitting facing them. Well I'm sure you all know what was going on at this point, but I didn't. I sat down and started eating, just listening to them talk about nothing. Jill was sitting Indian style on the grass, so I watched her skirt, knowing that I might get a peak up it if she shifted positions. Sure enough she changed to sit on her knees- and no she wasn't wearing shorts. As she unfolded her legs, she gave a great view of her crotch and the base of her ass, covered in purple cotton panties. My heart jumped. A few minutes later, she shifted her legs to the side and sat on her hip. Once again her panties were visible, I looked around to see if I was the only one else who noticed- and all nine other guys were staring glossy eyed at her knees as she adjusted them. Melissa didn't seem to notice, and a few minutes later she shifted positions so that she was sitting Indian Style. She wasn't wearing short either! As she finished the move she lifted her skirt to spread it smoothly over her lap- not realizing that she gave everyone a great look at her white cotton panties. They had yellow flowers printed on them. I got one last good luck up each of their skirts as they stood up when the lunch bell rang. Later on that day, Melissa had to give a student council speech in front of the entire school; I couldn't help smiling for the entire time thinking to myself about her panties, and wondering what everyone would think if they could see that she wasn't wearing shorts.

Epilogue: I later learned that Melissa and Jill never wore shorts just from hearing them talk, and from hearing stories from other people. I saw up Jill's skirt quite a few more times since I now joined the party of guys who watched her eat lunch. She always wore bright solid colors- turquoise, navy blue, red purple, and once yellow (one time she did wear shorts and only two guys stayed around after finding out!!!!). Melissa never gave us another flash like she did that one time. I did see up her skirt one time the next year while she was moping, sitting on a log with one knee on the ground and the other against her chest. I walked over to get a close view of the great crotch shot. This time her panties were that flesh/tan color and shiny nylon.
 

Story 1 - recent

It was a busy Saturday afternoon, which would normally have kept me away from the shops at all cost, but I needed a new suitcase. We went to the best-known local department store and whilst my wife went off to look at furniture and curtains I went to the luggage area.

"HI", said an extremely attractive brunette with the name-tag of Julie on the lapel of her black uniform of jacket and above knee length skirt. She also wore regulation white blouse and light tan coloured pantyhose. "I am Julie and I am here to help you. Was there anything particular you were looking for" she continued with an inordinately flirtatious smile - I am used to being scowled at by British shop assistants as if the customer is just an irritating intrusion into the business of running the shop. I told her she was being extremely pleasant and I asked her if her attitude was a sign of a new policy on the part of the store. She told me she was just working there for a couple of weekends as they were short-staffed and it was coming up to Christmas; she had been head-hunted from the city's Exhibition Centre, where of course the girls are trained to be flirtatious with we vulnerable and gullible men in order to ease the way of trade.

When I told her I was looking for a suitcase, she asked me if I wanted one with a special compartment for a laptop. I said I had not thought of it, but it was a good idea and wondered if I could see one. She got one down and started to demonstrate its features. When that got a bit awkward for her she placed it on the floor and squatted down on her heels and I realised that if I did the same I mat well get to see her upper thighs up her skirt, so naturally I did. We both squatted on our haunches facing each other with the suitcase in between us trying to undo various zips and Velcro straps, and I took the opportunity to look straight up her skirt between her slightly parted legs and I was delighted to see right up to her crotch which was covered by her white lacy patterned panties under her pantyhose. The way she was squatting meant that I could see right from the waistband of her panties down between her legs and I could also make out the gusset as it disappeared under her crotch towards the back.

Difficult for any man to take his eyes off a view like that, so I could not help look for as long as I could get away with and longer. She spotted that I was looking between her legs and immediately turned sideways so that the view was hidden from me. However, I had been looking up there for a good 20 seconds and she did remain extremely pleasant and was obviously not displeased - probably because I unknowingly demonstrated how horny the situation had made me; the red face, the stammering and the rock-hard erection were all clues as to how I was feeling.

I have often day dreamed about her and a slightly different ending to the story in which she did not turn sideways when she realised I was looking up her skirt, but caught my eye and then, checking first to see that no one else could see what was happening, opened her legs further so that I could see more as she carried on talking inanely about the wonderful advantages of buying that suitcase.

Unfortunately it is a daydream and not reality.

Story 2 - schooldays (an awfully long time ago).

There was a very attractive teacher at my school who used to wear the sexiest outfits - typical 1960s I should say - usually with a - then - daringly short skirt (maybe mid-thigh) and very attractively coloured tights (pantyhose). She was like the archetypal school mistress, with horn-rimmed spectacles, curly hair and a rather strict personality. Actually she looked very like Sarah Lancashire of Coronation Street and Where the Heart Beats fame. Hr first name was Pauline, but her surname will have to be guessed at. It was a boy's public school and we all used to fancy her like crazy. Unfortunately it turned out that she was in love with one of the other teachers who turned out to be gay and had a long-standing relationship with another guy from outside the school. She was heart-broken and never married; she would be in her late 50s now, I should think.

At the time of this story I was about 13 or so. One lunch-time I was sitting at the end of one of the long dining tables and I realised that the teacher in question was walking out of the dining hall. I looked down at the floor at the very place where she would walk past so that I could see her legs without attracting attention to the fact that I was looking out for them. My eyes could not help following the gorgeous legs - particularly that part of her upper thigh that was visible below the hem of her short skirt as she walked past and then away from me. Unfortunately the boy opposite me saw what I was doing and was just about to tell everyone else - there was a culture of piss-taking at my school - when I pleaded with him not to do so. After some embarrassing discussion he let his guard down and admitted that he fantasised about her a lot as well. (For 'fantasised' read 'wank' - I can say that without fear of contradiction because for about 3 years of my school career I used to close my eyes and think about her legs every time I wanted to masturbate, and I think it is fair to say that most of the other guys at the school did at one time or another.)

To cut a long story short, this other guy and I decided we would get under the desks in class and see if we could see up her skirt. As we sat together near the front it was not a big deal to do this. We could see between the various desk and chair legs right under the teacher's table and we were delighted to see that she was sitting with her legs tightly crossed with one foot hooked around the back of her other calf, her skirt hiked right up her thighs and she was wearing stockings. You could actually see, above her stocking tops where her gorgeous bare thighs were showing, in the almost complete darkness where he legs met at the top that wonderful spot where her light-coloured panties covered her c*unt.

It was more than we could possibly have hoped for already, but then she uncrossed her legs quite slowly, unhooking her left foot from her right calf, her knees opening quite wide enough to reveal her panty-covered crotch above her exposed upper thighs. She sat like that for some time with her legs quite relaxed and wide apart. Then she crossed them again - this time the other way. Again, we were treated to the vision of the lower part of her crotch as she raised one leg up and revealed the underneath of her thigh, crossing it over the other as the stockings rasped against each other, showing up the outer expanse of her other leg right up to the top under her skirt where her legs met.

It was at that moment she yelled '**** and **** [surnames], what the hell do you think you are doing?' (she could be very frightening).

'We were just getting a pencil off the floor, Miss', I stammered rather pathetically and lamely.

'No, you weren't,' she yelled back. 'I know exactly what you were doing. Stand outside and wait until the end of the lesson and we will go and see the headmaster.'

This we did, and we were then taken off to the headmaster and caned for lack of attention in class (it was a very strict school in the early 1960s) - I think she knew exactly what was going on, although she never spelled it out, but she did not tell him - fear of embarrassment I guess - either that or she was frightened it might turn him on and get him horny for her.
 

I think I’m addicted to naked girls. Long legs, kitties, @sses, t!ts, the works. I love seeing them. I know everybody is, but I guess I am more than most.
As stimulating as looking at naked girls can be, peeping at girls is the ultimate for me. Looking up a sexy girl’s skirt is the most arousing thing that could happen to me, especially if she doesn’t know or you’re not expecting it. That’s why I’m a sucker for miniskirts and legs.

DCM (trance nightclub)
That’s really why I love clubbing at DCMs. The girls that go there wear the sexiest outfits. Lots of short miniskirts and minidresses. I find those so much more arousing than hotpants. DCM chicks wear some of the sluttiest outfits. One of the most common ones is those tiny satin micro minis that barely cover their @sses. Sometimes they have a slit up the side which makes it even sexier but their legs are definitely on display, covered by either knee high boots or high platform heels.
And when they dance the skirts go all over the place. Even better when they go up on the podiums or the stages. The skirts are so short that you’ve got a good chance of looking up them. If I’m sitting on the steps there’s a really good chance some girl will want to get up on the stage so she will walk up behind me. All I need to do is turn my head and I get a shot of their panties. And then they dance on the stage right next to you in a mini even though they know that you are sitting there. Its like they don’t care about guys seeing up their skirts. It’s like a world where normal rules don’t apply.
Another thing is those short minidresses that have slits up the side. I love anything as long as it’s short. I was walking up the steps once and this girl was in front of me. I could see her g-string and her @ss.

Samantha, Melissa, and company
Even sexier than peeping at girls is peeping at sexy girls you know. For example, I know these girls, Samantha, Melissa, Christine, and some of their friends. They wear the skimpiest minis. When I first met Melissa two years ago she was sitting on the stage wearing this really short blue mini. Her legs were together but her skirt was so high up her thighs it was seriously almost to her waist. I remember Stammy introducing me and I shook her hand while staring at her panties. She stood up and danced and I could see her dress was halfway up her @ss.
Even better when we got to be pretty good friends. One night we really bonded, she was wearing a silver tube top and a silver mini. We were chatting for ages, I was sitting on the bottom step. At the end of the convo she said, “I think I’ll dance up there,” pointing to the stage. And she just went around me and walked up the steps. This while wearing a mini that seriously would have come down only a couple of inches below her @ss cheeks. Not only that, she danced on the side of the stage right next to me. All I had to do was turn my head and I could see right up her skirt. This I did plenty of times. The view from the bottom step was good because you see the girl’s legs stretching above you. But I decided to get a different perspective and get closer so I moved and actually sat on the stage right next to her. Leaning against the wall I could see her @ss cheeks because her mini was so short. Then I got up and started to dance in front of her. She didn’t know that I was getting a shot right up her skirt at her crotch.

Olivia - blonde, long legs
I don’t know what it is but peeping at friends is somehow much more arousing. I think because it’s really taboo, violating the trust a female friend places in a male friend, and that’s what makes it really arousing.
It’s like, this girl likes you as a friend, thinks you’re a nice guy, and trusts you, but you of course are always looking for ways to perve at her.
Olivia is a very close friend but I’ve seen her panties quite a few times. I remember the first time: we went to Decadence. She was wearing boots and this short pleated miniskirt. Liv has very nice legs. When we went to my place she was sitting on the chair talking to Chris, her boyfriend, and her legs were open a bit. Then when we had a cigarette I made sure I put the ashtray on the far side of the table so she would have to stretch whenever ashing. Then I sat back on my couch and watched as she bent over and her skirt rose up.
It’s even better when you manipulate the situation to get a perv. When she sat in front I brought the chair back so that she would stretch her legs. Then when we were hanging out at my place I kept feeding her (and myself) drinks so she would get careless. I also lay the mattress down on the floor and flopped on it so I would get a look up her skirt whenever she stood up which was plenty. I spent the entire afternoon perving at her.
Once Liv and I were at DCM, sitting down in the Leopard Room. She was wearing this short minidress that looked like a nurse’s uniform, with buttons down the front. We were sitting on the floor, with our legs stretched out. When we got up, I looked down and when Liv brought her legs up, I was at the perfect angle to look down her dress and I saw her white lace panties and her crotch. Olivia has gorgeous legs.
Another time was when we were coming out of DCMs on Mardi Gras 98 and Liv was wearing this black minidress. It wasn’t mega short or anything but the thing about Liv is, she doesn’t know how to get into the back seat of a coupe. She just leads with her leading leg, which she did. So her skirt rucked up showing a pair of white lace panties.
I find it really arousing that Liv is one of my best friends but I have seen her underwear plenty of times.

It’s nice having sexy female friends...
Some of my other friends whose underwear I have seen include:

Linda - on my birthday she was wearing a really short grey minidress and when she sat down at my place I could see her panties.
Tina- even Tina’s panties have been viewed by my eyes, at Blues Point Tower when she was sitting on my couch with her legs together primly, but my eyes were at just the right angle to check her out.
Lea- sitting in the back seat of my car after lunch, her legs were at just the right angle. I love the way my back seat reclines back like a lounge. Any girl that sits there will basically be sitting with their knees up.
Chaka- quite a few times. Each smoke break I would eye her skirt, because she had this way of sitting so that even if her legs were crossed you could still see her panties. So I got quite a few views.

And the winner is...

Natalie. Sex kitten supreme. The first time I met Natalie she was in lingerie at my place at a party. We talked for hours, arms around each other, she in a baby doll nightie and blue silk panties and with her legs spread.
The first time I went out with Nat to DCMs she took her top off and turned it into a skirt, wearing just a bra and a tiny mini. Then at my place with Dean she just stripped off naked in my bathroom. I saw her @ss, kitty, everything.
But that’s not all. We became friends. At Gwenny’s farewell she was wearing a short summer skirt. We were watching videos lying on this mattress and she was lying next to me. Every so often she would get up and give me a view of her panties each time. Then back at her place she shows me her Penthouse test shots. Explicit kitty shots, legs spread, bent over, fingers spreading the lips. She got changed into some really sexy lingerie to go to sleep. When she crashed I had to jerk off to her Penthouse test shots. The thought that I was jerking off to naked photos of a close friend was really arousing.
Then we had heaps of close interaction. Going to DCMs together, she wearing the skimpiest little things. Coming back to my place. Showers at my place where she always walks out of the bedroom in her underwear. Once she took her panties off right in front of me. Sitting with her legs spread.
Oh yes, I had heaps of views of Natalie.

Strippers as friends
Having strippers as friends means that you get to see them naked. Gwen is an example. Steve and I saw her naked before we became friends. She worked at DCs. I saw her with her legs wide open, kitty there. I even took Stammy and Peter along with me to see her naked. And she started raving on about that night we had. Hearing that from a girl who is naked in front of you was a major turn on.
Another girl I know is Suzy. She also dances at DCs. The best thing about her is that I had a "business" relationship with her for a few months before I actually became friends with her. The night we met Gwen I noticed Suzy because she was wearing this really sexy minidress and these sexy heels. She had the perfect body to wear a minidress; long legs and a gorgeous @ss.
My little kink is looking up a girl’s skirt at her kitty. I made Suzy do all those things, take her panties off, dance around with that mini, stand in front of me while I looked up her minidress, squat with her legs spread.
We did this for a couple of months then we found out after booking her for an hour that she was a friend of a friend of Peter’s. By that stage she was naked so we ogled and drooled over her for an hour. What made it especially more erotic was the fact that at that stage we had crossed over into being friends, not just clients. But she still had to give us our money’s worth!
Tell you what, there’s nothing like talking to a female friend who just happens to be naked in front of you with her legs spread while you devour her kitty with your eyes. She was talking about normal stuff while I sat there and stared at her kitty.
Even better was when we had already made plans to go for a coffee afterwards and we were still telling her to arouse us. I made her stand up wearing that white lace minidress with no panties while I looked up her dress at her kitty. And the best thing was, she didn't mind at all!
Certainly a kick knowing that you have seen a female friend of yours in a naked upskirt!
 

As a Police man I have the most wonderful opportunity for upskirt views. We regularly go into peoples homes for all manner of enquiries and frequently see women in their own homes alone.
       I have frequently seen tops of tights and often stocking tops and cotton crutches and I have on 3 occasions seen bare fannies, on each occasion shown on purpose. Sometimes they flash in front of their husbands.     
    But I have two major favourites, one led to a shag and the other didn't.
       The first was attending at a home to take a statement for a car accident off a wife whilst her husband was working. It was by appointment and she answered the door in a short denim skirt and a white blouse. She was slim and quite good looking and 32yrs old and as we sat down she had sensational legs. When she sat down she sat with her knees together and I could see a cute little white triangle. She soon crossed her legs showing off her stunning bare firm thighs. I could not help but stare and eventually after crossing and uncrossing numerous times she started to sit with her legs slightly open then slowly her legs opened further and further until she was virtually sitting with them wide apart. My hard on was huge and I stood up. she stared at my cock and stood up but at that moment her father arrived to visit. I stayed to finish the statement but then rushed back to the station to wank off, in about 15 sec's. I tried to get back there but her husband was always there, until about a month later I had to arrest him for beating her up. She left the home and I never saw her again.       
       The second was in the same village and I had to go to see a guy about his shotgun licence. I made an appointment to see him but when I arrived he had had to go out and his wife was there. I needed to see the secure storage for the guns and they were in the attic. His wife was about 40yrs quite tall with blonde hair big tits long legs nice arse. she had it all she was wearing a smart grey suit and black tights, she was a looker. I was only about 25 at the time and rampant as hell. Anyway I decided to wait for him and we chatted, I ogled her legs as she crossed them as she sat on the settee, but after 1/2 hrs there was a phone call to say he would not be back for hours. His wife offered to show me where the guns were.
       We went up the stairs and I watched her gorgeous arse as she walked up ahead of me. On the landing she pulled down the ladder I expected to go up alone to the attic but she went up ahead of me. I held the ladder as she climbed slowly watching and looking up her skirt. Then I saw they weren't tights they were stockings I feasted my eyes on her black stocking tops, suspenders and white skin. I climbed up after her and she showed me the gun cabinet. She made comment about the barrel of my "gun" and I asked her if she had anymore to show me. She then slowly lifted the skirt up showing first her stockings then her black knickers. I fucked her in the attic just pulling her knickers to one side. She was insatiable and I continued to make house calls there for a couple of months.
       Like I said great job.   

 I'm sure you are familiar with the expression everything comes to those who wait, well after almost ten years of waiting yesterday I saw a certain upskirt! Let me explain.....

      I have a friend named Cathy, she looks a little bit like a cross between Kate Lawler and Gabby Roslyn. For nearly ten years she and I have helped out with others at a voluntary group. For years Cathy only ever wore jeans or trousers, she wore longish skirts to work, so she never wore them to our group. At regular intervals you would get a view of the tops of her thongs and knickers at the top of her jeans, all different colours and types.

      However over the last year of so she occasionally began to wear skirts to our group meetings. The skirts would never be short, but occasionally you would get a flash of thigh and possibly the sight of panties under her tights, but that would be all.

      Yesterday she came to our meeting wearing a denim skirt that was knee length, but the front of the skirt had a small triangle of material cut away, which meant when she sat down and crossed her legs you would get a good view of her knee and a little bit of thigh. I noticed that Cathy was not wearing tights and was bared legged, I decided to move chairs and sit opposite her just in case I might get a small glimpse up her skirt.

      After a few minutes she crossed her legs, and I waited for her to uncross them, I could see quite a bit of leg and thigh, and I couldn't keep my eyes off her legs. It wasn't long before she uncrossed her legs, and I got this fantastic sight of seeing her white lace knickers for the first time in all most 10 years!! To say I went hard down below would be an understatement.

      However this one flash was like opening the flood gates, over he next 15 minutes of so she flashed her white knickers another three times. This though was just the start, as after a while we moved into a different room for our group meeting. I sat opposite Cathy again, but this time I was even closer to her, and had a better view. Over the next half hour she crossed and uncrossed her legs, showed off lots of leg and thigh, and flashed her knickers on at least ten separate occasions, to be honest I lost count!!

      It was though I had died and gone to heaven. For almost 10 years I had seen next to nothing on the knicker front, and in one evening Cathy flashed her white lace knickers more times on one occasion then any other girl I know. Since yesterday I have been in wank heaven, and I guess I will be for quite some time to come. I don't think she was flashing her knickers on purpose to me, although I might be wrong. Cathy is probably one of those fantastic girls who just can't keep her legs closed when crossing and uncrossing, perhaps that is another reason why she usually wears jeans or trousers. However, for one special evening the view of her legs, thighs and white knickers was just wonderful. I might of waited almost 10 years for such an occasion, but the view of her upskirts and knickers was well worth the wait!!!
 

A little story that always does it for me when I think of it.
About 18 months ago we were at a birthday party for one of my friends. The night was going well and the group of 7 of us were sat around a table getting quite merry. My lady Sue (pictures sent for show us yours a couple of days ago) had been away from the table, she returned and my friend grabbed her arm and pulled her onto his knee. I didn't mind at first but then he put his hand on her leg. I felt quite annoyed and so reached out for his girl and pulled her onto my knee. I put my hand on her leg and said to him that feels better. He started to run his hand higher up her leg and I followed suit saying that we had discovered a new game called Mirror Images.
I was going to do everything he was.
In front of the others there our hands started to run over the women's legs, sides, backs. Nothing too obvious but just running our fingers along the line of the bras and counting blouse buttons by touching them. Our friends at the table were sitting watching and almost speechless. Then I started to slowly ease his woman's skirt up her legs and he followed suit by slowly opening the split in the overlapping skirt of my woman. More and more leg was exposed until at the same time both pairs of knickers came into view. You could see the Red lace of my girlfriends thong and the white pants his girlfriend was wearing.
The atmosphere was crackling with tension and at that point the person who's birthday it was came over and broke the moment. Everyone separated and we guys around the table crossed our legs and  even the girls were squirming a bit on their seats. In my mind it's just as sexy to be fully dressed as it is to be naked if you do it right.
You should try playing Mirror Images sometime. It's great fun!

 

I have seen up so many girls skirts in my life there’s just too many to mention. This story is about my mate’s bird, she is a tall brunette, her breasts aren’t massive but they’re ample and she is so hot.

We went to stay in a caravan for a weekend (one of those big static ones) in Wales, there was me, 3 of my friends and one of their girlfriends (she’s called Sarah). I often flirted with Sarah but it was harmless fun. One night we were just sat around watching TV, the others were about but it ended up being just me and her. She was wearing a denim skirt and a white top, throughout the day my eyes would wander down and I would have a glance at her breasts, I don’t think she ever noticed.

She was sat at a right angle to me with her legs up on the cushions, I glanced to the side and noticed she had her eyes closed (it was quite late) I could see right up her skirt, she had pink cotton panties on, I stared for a bit and had a look around to make sure no-one could see me. I looked up her long silky legs up to her knickers I was watching for what seemed like ages, I looked at every detail and my dick was so hard. I just checked to see if she was still asleep and she was looking right at me. I quickly looked away, I felt stupid because she had caught me. Nothing was said we just carried on watching TV. The next day we were having dinner and she bent right in front of me, I had a great view down her top. She had a white lacy bra with a little bow in the middle, I wondered if it was on purpose.

A few weeks went by and I was at a party at the same mates house, Sarah was wearing a short Khaki skirt and a tight top. She was sitting opposite me (with her legs up on the sofa) and I had an amazing view of her white lace panties (they’re my favourite) I couldn’t believe it, I had an erection instantly, luckily I was at down or it would have been hard to hide. That night I saw up her skirt from all angles, it was so cool because she knew she was doing it and it turned her on that I wanted to look. I would try and avoid eye contact with her and I tried not to make it too obvious I was looking. It was on my mind the whole night.

After that I caught a few glimpses up her skirt but never as good as those first times. I would see down the back of her jeans when she bent down, she always wore a thong and she all different types and colours. I think my friend noticed me looking a few times, he must have said something to her because she started becoming more wary when wearing skirts and she would avoid bending down (she would also put her hand over her thong to cover it when she bent down).

I see down her top every now and then and sometimes her thong but never up her skirt. Sometimes she seems to let me have a look (maybe she’s feeling horny) but most of the time she avoids it. At first it was a major turn on that she knew I was looking, but now its back fired because she (and him) are wary of me and it makes me feel pretty dirty. So when you’re looking at a girl make sure you don’t look too much, if she thinks you’re a pervert it can turn sour.

I am fortunate to live in an almost perfect venue for upskirts. The island of Kauai is tropical; temperatures rest at a mean of about 80 Fahrenheit all year around. Because of this, women wear short skirts twelve months out of the year. The island style favors dresses that are flimsy and gauzy as well as extremely short; tourists from colder climates who are unaccustomed to wearing such garments tend to make quite a few “mistakes” when they’ve got a few mai tais under their belts.

To add to the delight, many (perhaps most) buildings in the tourist town of Hanalei are raised several feet off the ground due to excessive flooding during the rainy season. As I walk along the street, I am at eye level with the legs of any woman sitting on the verandah of a restaurant, bar or shop. You can imagine the results.

Last summer, for example, I caught sight of a woman sitting at the local burger stand. She was in her early or middle thirties, with bright red hair and an attractive face characterized by thick, pouty lips. She was more than a bit plump, though not precisely fat, and dressed in one of those flimsy little tropical dresses I have already mentioned. When I first spotted her, she was seated next to her husband or boyfriend, munching a burger. Her legs were wide open and I was treated to a luscious view of panties even brighter red than her hair.

I lingered in front of the burger stand, pretending to study the sky, the pedestrian traffic, even the cars rolling down the road. I feasted on a view of panties until I felt that I was beginning to look a bit conspicuous just standing there. I circled round the line of shops, returned for another look, but discovered that she was gone.

I went on about my business, running some mundane errands. In so doing, I happened to walk by another popular restaurant with a verandah, and there was Big Red again! The burger stand didn’t serve alcohol, and hubby or boyfriend apparently wanted a beer, so there they were, and once again those bright red panties flashed in front of my eyes. I watched her raise a glass of brew, her face flushed, big lips parted in a smile. She shook her red hair. This gal just couldn’t seem to keep her legs closed. I circled the restaurant a couple of times without feeling especially conspicuous. After all, Hanalei is full of locals who simply loiter around town all day long. But soon she was gone.

Well, it had been a good day. Two sightings within an hour. Time to move on, though. But then I thought to pay a visit to my housekeeper who worked part time at an art gallery. As I approached the gallery, lo and behold! The red-haired flasher was sitting in a rattan chair in front of the gallery while her male companion looked at paintings. She was fanning herself in the hot sun. Once again, her legs were open to reveal a magnificent red triangle in full glory.

Shortly after, the man emerged and off they went. I didn’t see them again. But I couldn’t help wondering about it all. A woman can easily flash through carelessness once in a day. If she’s on vacation and feeling loose, maybe twice. But three times within an hour? And splendid views in every case? I can’t help thinking she was doing it on purpose

I have seen many upskirts in my time, but only a few years ago I remember trying to see up all the good looking girls skirts. But i remember the one day like yesterday still, i saw up about 6 girls skirts in one day!! The first came in the morning, i remember i had an R.E lesson. And for some reason the desks had been changed round, so quick thinking, i watched where this one girl called Sophie was sitting so i could get in the perfect position.  Just like i thought, it worked, and within mins I had a great view of her panties, and her skirt rose so far up, even when her legs were crossed, i could see her white panties, and all through the 1 hour! lesson her legs were swaying, parting, and crossing.

That isn’t all, after the lesson (this lesson was up 3 flights of stairs) i spotted one of my fav girls, Jenny. She had lovely long legs, and I had to time in perfect so as i was coming down, I could look direct up her skirt.  And guess what? i did  it, great white panties again and what an ass.

After a couple more lessons, i had break, i always look around to see if there are any girls, there normally is, but i don’t see panties half the time, the older girls are too clever. As I was getting a chair i had to go around a group of girls, which at the time didn’t have any panties showing, but just as I turned around, to my delight, a sexy girl (don’t know her name) squatted down to talk to her mate, and this one was a first!!! but she parted her legs slowly, and my heart was beating fast, but she was only wearing tights!! no panties, i could not believe it! her pussy lips were lovely. And still this day I see her walking around to the near by train station, and u can guess what I think when I see her :-)

And still the day had not ended, all my forth lesson was only first aid, in a hall. There were loads of sexy girls doing it, and we all had to sit in a big circle, and i thought great! get opposite a girl and see her panties, but it didn’t work :-( i thought it was a blow, but I was wrong. Instead of just getting a slight look at panties while the girl was sitting on her chair, we had to do a practical , and all the girls were squatting down, most to clever and didn’t show any thing, but the one girl fell on the floor and spread her legs WIDE!!! still while her arms stretched to get her up, her legs were wide and I could see her panties and ass, great!!

My last lesson , maths, a lesson where again, I sit in front of Harriet (I don’t talk to this girl bi the way) and little does she no, I get to the lesson early to open the tables wider, You’ll no why in a sec. As she sits down, I sit down at the same time and pretend to be stretching, but really I’m looking under her desk. And she don’t have a clue. :-) all through the hour I watch her parting her legs under the desk, as her legs are so dam long i never see panties ! But still i got her on the stairs, member ? :-) But this one lesson, she was up and down all the time , talking to her mates at the back. So every time she sprung up, her legs parted. This one time, near the end of the lesson she got up and spread her legs wider and slowly under the desk. I saw everything again, I thought I was the most lucky kid in the school.

I thought the day was over, but I was wrong, i still had the school bus to get on. a girl in my form, Kelly was sexy, with a real tight short skirt.  She got on the same bus as me, and her being in the same form, i could follow slowly behind her, so as she is going up the stairs  on the bus i get a great shot of her great panties. This girl is a right slut as well, I don’t no if she does it on purpose but as she’s on the seat of the bus she spreads her legs, and I always sit opposite her :-) wonder y.

What a day, i still had many upskirts after that, under the desk, and on the bus, one day Kelly had pink panties on. and after that day i saw another girls pussy and ass, this time direct up the stairs, and no panties, her name was Hayley. Who would ever thought she didn’t wear panties, cos I wouldn’t.

 Back in high school I can remember this girl that had always drove all of the guys crazy pretending to be so innocent.

one day I saw her heading towards the stairwell I knew this was my chance! I had to time it perfectly though, I waited for a bit then took off after her. to my surprise I had perfect timing I amazing snook up the stairs because I overheard her talking gently, "not here in school" I heard her say. but then I heard rustling. I slid up the stairs more and I saw her leaning back against the handrail with her legs spread wide apart, and moaning ever so gently. I looked between her legs and a guy was eating her out right there in school! he kept going and felt her up also. I had to get in on this so I walked to them and startled her and he got mad. but I pleaded and I had the greatest fuck of my life in school. she had perfect pink pussy lips and tight. her ass was small petite and tight. he breasts were firm with small nipples.

since then I have never forgotten the day I had sex with the hottest Hawaiian girl ever.

Of the thousands of upskirts I have had the pleasure of seeing, one of my favourites happened some years ago, while I was in college in N.C. One night at the public library down town (always a good place for schoolgirl uppies!)I noticed a cute girl, looked 16 or so with an orange skirt, just above her knees. She went to the card catalogue and began looking through the files and writing down the cat. numbers of the books she was seeking. Standing besides her and pretending to go through the files I noticed most or hers were in the same area, and I went there before her and removed several of the books on the lower shelf, hoping she would squat there to retrieve them, or put them back. I then went to the next aisle and waited for her to show up. Within minutes she was there, and almost immediately she squatted to look at the bottom shelf and go through the books I had placed on the floor. I kneeled and lowered my head to the bottom shelf, just inches from her knees. Her legs were spread VERY wide, and I swear, she had TRANSPARENT panties! Her blond pubic hair and the pink lips of her pussy were plainly visible. What a sight on such a young girl! I could not resist rubbing my cock through my pants, and came in a few seconds. I hurried out, before the wet spot came through my jeans. This little sweetheart will always have a fond place in my memories.

I have worked in many offices and have always seen plenty of panties, I shall make this a series so here is part one. My first job in Liverpool was at the time when mini skirts were being challenged by the maxi/midi but they were still plentiful. The telephonist Carol wore skirts so short that when she hung up her coat she showed them, mainly flowery printed but another girl called Cathy wasn't so aware of her skirt and she used to show cottons in pastel shades all the time. In the office one day she dropped some files and squatted down to pick them up so I helped and as her legs parted she displayed a lovely pair of pink ones which I am certain she saw me looking at. Another older lady called June always sat at her desk in short skirts which rode up as the day went on and the trick was to look late in the afternoon, many a time I saw pale blue knickers as her skirt rode up so high but she again didn't seem to care. Finally Chris who favoured the longer skirt which was split up the front .In the canteen she sat down legs folded but all I did was wait till she got up and the skirt itself just parted to reveal pink panties again, this is 30 years ago but Chris still makes me wank now and again. Part 2 to follow shortly, but what do you out there have to say about your office mates.

This incident took place in 1965, when I was 13. I was just beginning at junior high school, and there was a young (mid-twenties) schoolteacher there named Sandra, a rather good-looking brunette. I was well aware of her first name because her husband was a special friend of mine. An art teacher at the local junior college, he was a bit of a beatnik. It was fascinating to go over to his house and listen to him talk about modern art and literature.

One day I rode across town on my bike, hoping to find the art teacher at home. He wasn’t there, but his wife Sandra invited me in for some iced tea (it was summer and very hot). She was wearing a red house dress that could have been much longer. She wore short skirts in general – at least as short as was allowable in those distant days. Whenever I was in her English class, I always hoped to get a nice peek up her skirt but never had the chance.

I drank my tea and sat on the floor, looking at her husband’s record albums. Sandra was sitting in front of me on a chair. We were discussing her husband’s liking for jazz (with which I was totally unfamiliar then). I looked down at an album, then up, and suddenly found myself staring into the most lovely white triangle I had ever seen. Sandra’s sweet nylon panties were quite nicely on display.

I was so fascinated that I must have dropped the conversation. I became aware of the silence. Oops! I looked up to see Sandra staring right into my eyes. I was totally busted! She closed her legs and continued the conversation. But she also gave me one of the most beautiful smiles I had ever received from anyone. She obviously enjoyed the attention!

Twenty years ago I had a friend who lived two doors away. I was 13 and a virgin. His mother was a slender, quite pretty, women who was always friendly and had a sexy smile. In the eighties, BMX was the biggest craze of the day and me and my friend would always go out playing on our bikes. One day I got a puncture and took the bike to my friend's house to fix it. I had to go in the kitchen to use one of his mum's bowls to put the inner-tube in water to see where the puncture was. My friend was outside and I was in the kitchen with my hands in the bowl. His mother came in and asked me if I wanted some help fixing the puncture. She was wearing a pink towelling dressing gown and slippers. Initially, she bent down to help me but then after a few seconds she squatted down and started looking for the puncture. Her legs were spread wide apart and her bum was nearly touching the kitchen as she squatted. I looked between her legs and saw her gorgeous, soft, pink pussy as clear as day. Her lips were slightly parted and gently framed by her dark brown pubic hair. She was so engrossed in finding the puncture and fixing it, I just stared at this amazing sight without a break for about 5 minutes. I saw every single millimetre of her pussy and pussy-lips as she moved hers legs slightly to keep herself on balance. My cock was rock-solid in my trousers and ready to spunk. I was almost in a state of shock and completely speechless as I'd never seen a woman's pussy that close in my life. I've never been so turned-on and so nervous. When we'd finished, She went back to putting the family laundry back in the washing basket and I put the tyre back on my bike. I then went into their toilet to have a wank and came in about 3 seconds (give or take a second). My friend and I went out to play for the rest of the day and I never ever mentioned it to him. Me and my family moved about 3 years later and I've only ever seen her once since. She was walking across the road with her husband while I drove by in my car. Only about 10 years later did I ever think that she might of done it on purpose and that she got a kick out of it. She must of known that 20 years later I would still wank-myself-off thinking about her spread legs and her beautiful pussy.

It happened when for various reasons I fell out with my girlfriend Hilary when we were both about 20, and we decided that we would split up. We were still living in the same flat so there was a period during which we were trying to avoid each other as much as we could, and being kind of standoffish and polite when we had to be in the same room. She caught trying to look up her skirt as she sat opposite me during a visit by her mother, and as we had decided to split up, it really pissed her off.

Guys, I really don't know the answer to this question, and perhaps none of us do, but why is it that, despite she and I having had a really fantastic sexual relationship for nearly three years by then, with me knowing every inch of her body, and also her panties and other underwear and probably having bought her quite a lot of her clothes; why did I find it such an unbelievable turn on to look up her skirt and see her inner thighs disappearing up the crotch I knew so well? I don't get it, but it was.

Thing was that she remembered this episode two weeks later then we got back together again. The split was really only a prolonged row and our relationship went on for another two years after that . Eventually she ran off with a married Irish bloke with three kids, but that's another story.

She realised after we had made up how much looking up her skirt had aroused me, so she did everything she could to use it explore my weakness. I had a very hard time not being permanently horny whenever she was around because of it.

She loved it because it gave her power over me. She used to allow her legs to fall apart enough for me to see her crotch and panties when we were in public - so no one else could see of course. She used to walk upstairs in front of me in such a way that I could regularly see up there, with her skirt swinging from side to side. She used to get me to lie on the floor as she stood over me with my face right between her legs so that I could see right up between them. And she used to lift her skirt slowly when I was looking at her from behind. I remember one particular time when we were both in her parent's kitchen and her mother was cooking and Hilary was taking to her about ordinary mother-daughter things, and I was sitting at the table behind both of them - Hilary was between me and her mother with her back to me. I was supposed to be reading the paper, but my attention was drawn to the fact that she was slowly lifting the hem of her black pleated skirt up over the backs of her thighs and up to her ass cheeks. I could see the panties narrowing at the bottom as they disappeared between her legs to the area round her vagina, and it turned me on so much that I touched my dick and came in my pants as I sat there. I ask the question again - why was that such a horny situation when Hilary and I had screwed each other rigid for so many years - we had slept the previous night in the same bed and had sex the evening before, so the shape of her legs were hardly a mystery were they? I still feel horny as I remember it, and it was decades ago.

The other thing Hilary started doing was to wrap her panties - or sometimes her pantyhose - around my cock after we had had sex - I often made sure I did not cum inside her so that this would happen - and give me a slow hand job through the material. There was one particular pair of stockings that had a quite rough texture that she only had to lay across my cock and then extremely slowly move around (kind of tickling the head of my cock with the material) and it made me gasp and groan and cum so violently into her stocking). I will never forget how intense the orgasm was. It was a bit messy of course, but she used to wash the stockings and wear them regularly when she thought we might be having a bit.

Clothes were important to our sex life. We used to screw regularly on a sofa with me sitting and her astride me still wearing her skirt. She used to wear skirts that were just long enough for the hem to tickle my balls as she moved up and down on my cock. And I used to find that putting my hands around her bare hips under the skirt as we moved against each was horny in itself.

There was also the way we used to begin the foreplay when we did it on the sofa. I used to kiss her as my hand slowly crept up her skirt and she would touch my cock slowly through my pants, and I used to keep one eye open and look down at the vision of the two hands deliberately turning us both on. I don't think she ever knew that I used to look down with one eye open.

I guess I became boring in the end because I used to want the same thing every time because it turned me on so much. I hope the Irish guy with the three kids is still finding her as much of a sex kitten as I did - she would be about 42 by now.

This is true, I promise. When I used to go to my mate Phil's house I fancied his mum who was about late thirties and I always tried to see up her skirt when she sat down, or even if she went upstairs. She had great legs and wore mini-skirts most days, even when she didn't she wore tight trousers with VPL and I new she wore small bikini briefs which made me very hard. I had seen her panties on the wash line, radiator and even in the dirty washing which I once rummaged through but she kept coming upstairs so I never got the chance to take any. I had seen her panty triangle under her skirt when she sat down and noticed blue, white, lemon and my favourite, pink but she never saw me looking......or so I thought. One day I called for Phil and she asked me in like usual but looked stern and said to me she knew what I did and she wanted me to stop as it was embarrassing her especially if she went upstairs as I always seemed to be at the bottom looking up. I burst into tears but she said don't worry as she understood boys feelings etc. I was 14 at the time, but it must stop now or she would get very cross indeed. I promised to never do it again and was very sheepish but my fear turned to surprise when she handed me a brown envelope and said she hoped these would help but I wasn't to tell anyone especially Phil. With that she sent me packing, I raced home to open the envelope and found a pair of lemon panties, small bikini style, which had been just washed. Within seconds I had tried them on and wanked for days afterwards with them. To this day,30 years later I still have them and she has never mentioned it again even though I am still best mates with Phil. God how she turned me on but only the two of us know until now.She is still a looker but maybe wears panties of a larger nature.

School was very fruitful in my early years and one teacher, a Miss Watt, was a great favourite. I reckon she must have been around 30 years old, slim with brown hair and glasses. She wasn’t particularly nice looking but I didn’t care! My desk was right in front of her table at the front of the class and I spent a lot of time dropping my pencil and rubber on the floor so that I could get under her desk and look up her grey pleated skirt. She must have known what I was up to but never gave and signs of it. She normally sat with her legs crossed, but her nylon underskirt was always hanging down which was enough to get me going. It was always light blue, so either she had more than one or did frequent washing! On most occasions I also got a glimpse of her stocking tops with occasionally a little bit of bare thigh above. On one, unfortunately only one, momentous occasion she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs the other way just as I was under the desk. I like to think that she did it intentionally as she did it quite slowly and deliberately and I got a wonderful flash of her knickers, which were light blue nylon. That was almost 40 years ago and I still think of if sometimes when I’m having a wank.

These are 2 stories that involves my girlfriend (Natalia, 28 y/o, and a school teacher here in Argentina)...
One time ago, Natalia was teaching at her class (12 yo), and she noticed that everyone
was looking at her with fanny faces. During the brakes she was in charge of managing
all the little children, and she noticed the same reaction in them.
Back to her class, everything continued in the same way.
It was only when she had to go to the bathroom when she noticed that the zip
of her black trousers was completely down, showing a white fond that were her
panties.
It was obvious that everyone could see that..., from the boys to other
teachers, and we don't know the right moment when the zip went down. Maybe she
never put it up and travelled to the school like that.
And this is the second one:
Some time ago Natalia told me that she was in her class, sitting in her chair correcting some
exams, while the students were doing their work. She was wearing a tight and low cut black
pair of pants (that ones that get stuck to the body, I don't know how to
describe them..., it was a present that I gave her) and a pretty kind of t-shirt with her arms naked. She noticed
that a small number of her students kept coming to ask her all kind of silly
questions..., and then returned back to their seats after passing behind her. They
repeated it for 3 or 4 more times. Later on, the bell rung , so she took her
things and went to the teacher's room. She was sitting there when another
teacher friend of her put a surprised face and told her that a big part of her
white panties were being exposed from behind. Natalia kept petrified, and her
face turned to red..., and the worst for her was that at the following day she
would have to be in that class again, and she was so embarrassed...
When she got home, I noticed that she wanted to tell me something but she
didn't take courage. After a good chat, she finally gave up and told me
everything. I really enjoyed all that, but I didn't have the balls to confess it to her that I
was turn on about it, so I put a fictitious sad face, and asked her to tell me all every
time a thing like this happen.
It was very nice to know that, and later on, more stories began to arrive to
my delighted ears...

I too went to school on Merseyside, it was an all boys school. We had an English teacher called Wendy Etkin, who on two consecutive lessons, wore a mini skirt, and crossed and then opened up her legs to reveal a pair of yellow knickers, she stayed in that position for a few minutes, before calmly getting off the desk, as though she didn't have a clue that she had been flashing her knickers and thighs.
Another teacher called Jenny Holland, regularly wore a mini skirt. There was some stairs that if you stood at the bottom, you could look up her skirt as she came down. On one occasion she saw me looking up, and stopped at the best advantage place for me to get an eye full, and spoke with another pupil for about five minutes. I got a great view of her pink knickers and thighs, and a cheeky smile from her when she came down the stairs.
These incidents happened over 25 years ago now, but remain clearly in my memory, and I have enjoyed a great wank on many occasion as I have recalled the incidents.