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 panties 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 upskirt 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 panties 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.

June 25th, 2006
Categories: Upskirt Stories . Author: deve8 . Comments: No Comments

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, 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 pussy 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 pussy 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 ass fuck her. I did and I came inside her gorgeous round ass. 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.

June 3rd, 2006
Categories: Upskirt Stories . Author: deve8 . Comments: No Comments