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 upskirt peek at her white-clad butt under a tan pantyhose.

June 29th, 2005
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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, no panties at all), which the upskirt guy 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 upskirt 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.

June 26th, 2005
Categories: Upskirt Stories . Author: deve8 . Comments: 3 Comments

As a long time upskirt lover 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 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 pussy 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 ass. 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.

June 22nd, 2005
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It was about time I see up my cousins skirt.
It was on a Saturday 2 of my cousins came to visit us at our house one is a male and the other female My female cousin is HOT (eighteen) dressed very sexy with a little black tank top and a blue short denim skirt. So they got there and we welcomed them in, When I went to go get them something to drink and then came back since she was sitting down I saw her bright white panties triangle!!. So I decided to sit very close to her because I wanted to see what type were they, so they were bright white cotton panties with blue flowers on the top of the panties. I was a bit surprised when I saw the crotch part of her panties getting wet, was it cause I was looking up her skirt? I don’t know…yet. Later I invited her to my room to show her couple of stuff then she saw my chair of the computer and sat down. She wanted to talk to me and ask me for some advice so I sat in front of her as what we all would of done. Anyways we were talking then I decided to look up her skirt again but I was dumb enough to make it obvious and she cut off from what she was saying and asked me.. are you looking up my skirt? Uhh…no, I saw you trying to look at my panties, well I wasn’t I just looked down, uh huh but guess what I don’t mind you looking up my skirt it gets me excited. I was shocked when she said that!! right after that she pulled up her skirt a bit more which the panties were more visible and I kept on staring at them since she didn’t seem to care. Minutes later I started touching her legs and went all the way up (she didn’t mind at all) until I reached her panties and she giggled so I started to rub the crotch part of the panties and make them wet after I pulled her panty to the side and started finger banging her, I know it was my Cousin but I couldn’t say no. When we finished she took off her panties and said here you can have them then I said thank you it would be such a great memory. Couple of minutes later both of them left and I went straight to my room and sniffed her panties (they had such a great scent) and think about what had happened…..it was a GREAT day!.

June 22nd, 2005
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subject Music Teacher

When at school 40 years ago we had a music teacher who loved to tease us boys.
She would sit on the desk facing us swinging her legs up and down and we boys all with our heads down low on our desks so we could peek up her skirt. She would smile enjoying our state and heated desires in our teenage young minds. She clearly enjoyed every minute of tormenting us. And she must have enjoyed it us much as we boys. As this continued each week we were in her class. She knew what she was doing and I bless her for it each time I have a wank today. Yes she was our upskirt Mistress and we loved her. I am sure she knew it and enjoyed teasing us. The power she had and she knew how to use it. Bless Her!
She had 15 happy boys in front of her and she had us in her POWER. I will never forget my upskirt Mistress. I wonder if the other lads still remember her with affection also. I’m sure they all do even after all those years like me. Looking up her skirt at her panties, stocking tops and suspenders. How could they have forgotten…

June 22nd, 2005
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