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My First Upskirt

RandyDevil — Mon, 12 Jan 2009 18:14:21 +0000

I want to tell you about my first upskirt. I was around the age of 13 and was at a family party. lots of family and friends were there and the drink was flowing with the adults. There was a women there id always called auntie even though she wasn’t but was close to my family. She was 40 blonde hair and very hot. We started to play party games and one such game was you had to sit facing a female with your feet touching and pull each other back and forth. I was paired with my auntie, as we started to pull back and forward we slowly moved towards each other and as we did her legs open and her skirt was riding up. I couldn’t beleave what i saw at this point right n front of me was my aunties lovely pussy being covered by a little pair of white lace panties. She had stockings and suspenders on to im not sure if she saw me looking because it was a couple of minutes before we got up from the game with me trying to hide my huge hard on.

After this siteing i had many a wank over what i had seen then one day found myself in her house. While she was down stairs chatting i made my way upstairs to her room to see if i could find those panties i had seen. After a minute or two of looking i found a draw full of sexy undies and decided to wank over them. I remember rubbing the soft lace against my cock till id shoot over them never found out if she knew.

When i turned 18 on a new years eve i once again found myself at a party with my auntie there and found myself slow dancing with her id got my hands on her bum pulling her close to me and grinding my hard cock against her pussy she didn’t try to pull away so guessed she was enjoying it as much as me. As the dance finished she kissed me and let her tongue slide into my mouth it was one of the hottest kisses id ever had and responed by thrusting against her. We then had to stop as people were watching and as the years went past i admired her from a distance hoping that one day id get to fuck her soft pussy and taste her juices. Shes 60 now but is still hot and horny and likes cock just as much maybe one ill get my wish.

Leilani Dowding Upskirt

Administrator — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 21:33:20 +0000

An upskirt moment for television celebrity Leilani Dowding. Leilani is probably the hottest of the British page 3 glamour models. She is 28 years old now but still as sexy as ever. Enjoy!!!

My Girlfriend

vincen — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 13:08:14 +0000

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, and she noticed that everyone was looking at her with fanny faces. During the brakes she was in charge of managing all the 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…

My Mate’s Girlfriend

maximo — Fri, 07 Mar 2008 09:00:02 +0000

I have seen upskirts of so many girls skirts in my life theres just too many to mention. This story is about my mate’s bird, she is a tall brunette, her breasts arn’t massive but they are 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 is called Sarah). I often flirted with Sarah but it was harmless fun. One night we were just sitting 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 are my favourite) I couldn’t believe it, I had an erection instantly, luckily I was sitting 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 are a pervert it can turn sour.

Library Upskirt Story

deve8 — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 12:22:33 +0000

I took a degree course at Imperial College, London which, at the time, was the home of the Science Museum Library. The library was a large double height room with the entrance in the middle of one of the long walls with the enquiry desk opposite in between long windows. The bookshelves ran from floor to ceiling on three sides of the room with a narrow gallery about half way up from which the staff could access the upper shelves. On this balcony was a ladder on rails that could be moved along to the appropriate section. Users weren’t allowed to take books from the shelves – they had to be ordered at the desk and brought to one of the seats at a series of long tables which ran transversely across the room. This, and putting the books back when they were finished with, was the job of a junior member of the library staff.
From time to time I would spend the odd hour in the library between lectures and, quite by chance one day I took a seat near the end of a table almost below the little gallery. I noticed that there was a girl of about 18 up on the galleryÂ dealing with the books. She was wearing a gingham dress which had a tight bodice with puff sleeves and a white collar and cuffs. The skirt was very full and she was wearing a stiff petticoat underneath it which made it stand away from her body. I watched her idly as she climbed and descended her little ladder and quickly realised that anyone below her would be able to see straight up her skirt. To my delight I saw that she was slowly moving in my direction and the thought of what I might see in the next few minutes started to give me an erection!
Her progress was painfully slow and I began to wonder whether she was going to reach me before I had to leave for my next lecture. I sat waiting patiently and, as I looked round, it seemed that I was the only person in the room that had thought of looking up at the spectacle that was available above their head. Even the girl seemed unconscious of the show she was giving. At last she moved her ladder to a position about 6 feet away from me. She wasn’t close enough for me to get a clear view up her skirt, but at least I got a little flash of her stocking tops. My erection reached full maturity! Then she came down and trundled her ladder until it was right above me. I leaned back feigning deep thought. The girl climbed to the very top of her ladder to retrieve a book from the top shelf. I could see the tops of her stockings with her four little suspender clips gripping them; her four suspenders, which were pale blue in colour, as they spanned the white flesh of her thighs; and, beauty upon beauty, her pale blue nylon knickers right up to her waist. I could even see the lace trimming around the legs with little bows in a darker blue at intervals along the front. They were pulled up tightly enough to show an inch or two of her ass cheeks at the back. A drank in the scene for as long as it lasted before leaving for my lecture, although the memory of the vision of loveliness that I had witnessed was blotting out all other thought from my mind.
Although I visited the library many times, I never again saw such a wonderful upskirt!

Friends Mum Upskirt

deve8 — Sun, 30 Dec 2007 13:28:49 +0000

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 upskirt 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.

Perfect Short Skirt Upskirts

berukckp — Mon, 15 Oct 2007 07:53:59 +0000

I am fortunate to live in an almost perfect venue for upskirts. The island of Kauai is tropical and the temperature rests 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.

School Teacher Upskirts

Nicky — Mon, 08 Oct 2007 07:49:58 +0000

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 infrequent 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.

Mirror Image Upskirt Fun

bohus sykora — Mon, 01 Oct 2007 07:45:09 +0000

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 sitting around a table getting quite merry. My lady Sue 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 panties 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!

Windblown Upskirt Embarrassment

merx — Tue, 25 Sep 2007 07:35:09 +0000

It was a Friday night a week before Christmas and with strong breezes predicted and lots of scantily ladies bound to be out, I hit the town. I’d watched a couple of girls struggling with floaty skirts but most had successfully clung on. A snowstorm was clearly brewing up, the cool air became very still and a few flakes of snow started to fall. Gradually, the flakes got bigger and the breeze strengthened again. I noticed the girl stood in a doorway of a nightclub chatting to a friend. She had a black strappy top on and a plaid denim miniskirt. The design of it meant that whilst it COULD flare out, it would need a subway grate or leaf blower shoved up her arse to move it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Panties In The Office

Benjamin — Thu, 20 Sep 2007 07:34:42 +0000

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 panties 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.

European Upskirt Girls

deve8 — Mon, 17 Sep 2007 08:01:52 +0000

I am lucky enough to live in a place where we get loads of Eastern European tourists. Many are honeymooners or young couples that come searching for the sun and sand during the European winter and there are thousands of single girls.
Of late I have noticed that the girls in their twenties and thirties and even some of the older MILF’s have taken to wearing some the the shortest skirts I have ever seen. Being the upskirt pervert that I am, this has produced some of the best upskirt views I have ever witnessed.. and believe me I have seen plenty of upskirts over the years.
I was walking to the local computer store a few days back when I noticed these two young girls in their early twenties. One was wearing the smallest pair of pants I have ever seen, that showed this perfectly curved ass squeezing out the bottom, and the other had one of those small and sheer mini skirts that floats around with even the smallest amount of breeze. I quickly forgot my mission to the shops and proceeded to follow these two at a safe distance. I wasnt the only one that noticed, there were guys heads swivelling everywhere.
Anyway, they stopped in front of me at a clothes shop and as I walked past, the girl in the shorts turned to show me the most sensational cameltoe that will be forever emblazened in my mind. Those ass hugging gold shorts she had on were a masterpiece I will never forget.
I had been watching the other girls skirt most of the time trying to get a glimpse of her ass cheeks in the breeze but with not much luck. Anyway, I walked past them about 10 metres or so. Determined not to loose them in the crowd I stopped and proceeded to be “very interested” in a necklace that was displayed in the window of the shop next door. I crouched down so I could keep a sneaky eye on the two girls at the shop next to me while checking out this necklace.
After a minute or so the girls came out of the clothes shop they were in, they walked behind me when the one on the shorts noticed something in the same window I was looking in to. She pointed to her friend to check it out and her friend immediately bent over to look. They were on my right and as I swivelled to stand I was confronted with the most perfect upskirt that again will be forever emblazened in my memory. This girl was bending over at the waist, her legs were straight and my eyes were less than 1 metre from her perfect ass. She wore a sheer white thong panty which was mostly see-through. For a few seconds I could see in all its glory her perfectly shaved pussy lips with a brazillian styled stripe of pubic hair leading down to the folds of her pussy lips.
They paid no attention to me as I got up and walked away, neither had any idea of the fanastic upskirt I had just witnessed which made it all the better. It was absolutely amazing and as I said, something that I will never forget.

True Upskirt Experiences

deve8 — Sun, 16 Sep 2007 20:33:43 +0000

As a Policeman 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 pussies, on each occasion shown on purpose. Sometimes they flash in front of their husbands.

But I have two major favourites, one led to sex 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 an 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. 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 ass 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.

Down The Front

deve8 — Mon, 06 Aug 2007 18:50:31 +0000

Hi, I love these stories and the imagination they require. 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 her 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

Upskirt Story – Six Upskirts In One Day

Administrator — Tue, 05 Jun 2007 17:25:49 +0000

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? 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 know 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 why.

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.

School Sports Day Upskirt

Mr G — Sun, 27 May 2007 18:40:26 +0000

Attending a secondary boys’ school, my scope for upskirt 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 bullshitted 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. She 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 solo run of the three-legged-race was a distinct possibility!

Upskirt Library Views

deve8 — Tue, 15 May 2007 22:41:08 +0000

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 18 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 beautiful 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.

Upskirt Taffeta and Paper Nylon

Nicky — Wed, 02 May 2007 11:25:03 +0000

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 very quickly. 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 moir 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 nylon 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 I 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 I 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 petticoats come back.

Addicted To Upskirts

Mr G — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 11:19:06 +0000

I’ve always been a upskirt lover, since I was in the first year of my “liceo”, that’s to say in high school. In the first two years we were staying in a two-floor building, there were stairs between the two floors and my friend and I understood that we could look under the girls skirt by staying at the bottom of it…there was this blondie, often wearing mini skirt, we could see her panties as she walk up and also down the stairs, always white panties. She has a real nice ass, and nowadays she’s a really nice girl. The pity is that a day a jackass told her “Wow, nice panties we can see!”. She understood what we were doing and she NEVER wore a miniskirt anymore! Well, of course she wasn’t the only one flashing her panties on the stairs. We could also see some teacher’s panties…especially one, she was wearing a thong, this teacher quite always wore miniskirt, she had amazing legs and the vision of that thong animated my wanking days for many years! I spent the 5 years of high school doing every day the same thing, looking for some girl in skirt and looking up when she was on the stairs…

Family Friend Upskirt

Nicky — Tue, 03 Apr 2007 10:36:31 +0000

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 panties 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.