Upskirt Story by Morgaine
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Like most of you guys 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 program 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 I 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….
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