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!

July 26th, 2006
Categories: Upskirt Stories . Author: deve8 . Comments: No Comments

It was so hot and sticky, Angela was sure that the other riders of the bus could smell it as well. Her cunt, her pussy, her quim, call it what you liked, but at this very moment Angela’s vagina was leaking like a dripping water faucet! Now if she had worn panties, well then maybe no one would have noticed, but Angela never wore panties, because, well because she was what in polite circles they call an exhibitionist! At this very moment Angela had made eye contact with a middle aged man who was seated across from her, and with barely flickering eyes she dropped them nonchalantly to her lap, while casually spread her legs, giving him an eye full of inner thigh and closely cropped pussy fur! His eyes went from her crotch back to her face, but he immediately knew that she wanted him to look, just by the smirking little half smile that crossed her lips. He wet his lips with his tongue, glanced around to see if anyone else was watching, and then let his gaze fall to Angela’s nether region and for the next five minutes he stared at the plump brown haired slit, only taking his eyes off it to
see if anyone had discovered his upskirt activity!!! When they were almost to Angela’s stop, she shifted her weight slightly and flexed her cunt muscles, causing her lips to bulge in and out, separating
slightly to give a glimpse of her pink crack. Angela thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head, so she smirked at him again and gave him one final pussy flex for good measure! She then closed her
legs, stood up to exit the bus, and while giving him a lilting, “Have a nice day sir,” breezed past him out the door and onto the street. Walking the two blocks to her office, Angela could feel her lips sliding back and forth against each other with each step, and if should would have concentrated on it she could have easily induced an orgasm, but she wanted to wait until she had a chance to have one while she was showing herself to an unsuspecting stranger! In her office, Angela went straight to the rest room and went into a stall and wiped the dew off the outer lips of her pussy, while shuddering when the tissue nicked the tip of her swollen clitoris, causing yet another spate of nectar to flood from her pussy. The door to the rest room swung open and Angela heard some one entering as a familiar voice called out, “Is that you Ang?” “Yeah, Jackie, it’s me, come on in,” replied Angela to her good friend Jackie. “What are you doing in here,” scolded a laughing Jackie while taking in an eyeful of Angela’s exposed vagina. “Just doing a little house keeping,” answered a grinning Angela, as she continued daubing at her nether lips while Jackie lifted the hem of her own dress, giving Angela a peek at her own naked vagina. Each woman then put a finger inside the other’s pussy and fingered it vigorously, and since each of them was sopping wet to begin with, they brought each other to quick hard orgasms, kissing deeply while their fingers whipped over each others clits. After making sure no one else was in the rest room with them, they quietly slipped out of the stall and headed back to the office, with very satisfied pussies indeed!!! It was warm day, so the two women decided to eat their lunched out doors in a office plaza a few blocks away. While Angela was usually a little coy about her flashing, Jackie on the other had would be considered a slut! While they were sitting on a short brick fence eating their food, Jackie overtly exposed her pussy to at least three passing men, surprising one of them to the point that he accidentally ran into a tree while trying to keep his eyes on Jackie’s hairy cunt! Just as they were finishing their drinks, Jackie said, “The next person who walks by gets a good look, male or female!” Angela started to say something, but Jackie hushed her up with, “Shush, Ang, here comes one now!” Angela looked over her shoulder just in time to see a fortyish woman approaching from behind her while the hot pussied Jackie was already getting the hem of her dress pulled up and her cunt pointing directly at the approaching target! Now facing the woman straight on, she smiled and said, “Nice day huh,” while spreading wide her smooth thighs. Expecting the woman to march off indignantly, both of them were shocked when she stopped and casually commented on how pretty Jackie’s vagina was!!! Angela, now getting into the swing of things, leaned back and spread her own legs, giving the woman a perfect shot of her bulging vulva. The woman introduced herself as Meg, and asked if she could stand there awhile an ogle their pussies, and talk dirty to them. Both Angela and Jackie heartily agreed, and tried to give Meg the best view possible of their dripping slits. Meg began asking the most intimate of questions, such as when was the last time either of them had let a man put a penis inside of them, or when was the last time that they had let a man stick a tongue into their cunts and lick their erect little clits!?! It was truly amazing to be sitting in a crowded area, surrounded by hundreds of people while exposing yourself to a total stranger, and then incredibly having her talk to you about your most secret sexual exploits!!! Angela, now breathing hard, her pussy flooded with juice, and her lips engorged with blood, asked the woman, “Do you like wet vaginas?!?” The woman nodded and replied, “Especially when they are peeking out from under a skirt, their lips bulging and dripping with dew!” Jackie chimed in with, “Meg, are you wet now, too?” “Oh, my yes,” she hissed quietly, “my pussy is making my panties sopping wet!” All three woman then began asking each other the crudest things, an made the most obscene comments about each others crotches until Angela announced, “I’m going to cum now, will anyone join me?!?” Both Jackie and Meg nodded vigorously, while Jackie and Angela tightened and untightened their vaginal muscles, Meg held her legs close together and worked the inside of her legs against her clit as the three red hot pussies spasmed simultaneously while the three owners gritted their teeth and tried to disguise the fact that they were all having very hard orgasms right out in public!!! There was a public rest room in the building adjacent to the plaza, so Jackie and Angela begged Meg to go with them and show them her pussy, and even though she was running a little late, she agreed to show it to them, but only for a moment! There was a large handicapped stall at the far end of the room, so the three women waited until the coast was clear, an then hustled into the oversized cubicle, while giggling like a gaggle of school girls!!! Jackie was beside herself with anticipation, and begged Meg to hurry up. Meg reached under her skirt and slid her white lace panties down to her shoes, where she carefully stepped out of them, and then in a very deliberate manner, turned to face the two breathless women, before slowly lifting her skirt to reveal a very hairy blonde vee of pubic hair. It was matted from a combination of the tight panties and the cunt juice that had leaked from her vagina, but a very excited Jackie sucked in her breath and asked Meg if it was all right if she touched it? “Oh, go ahead,” whispered Meg, “but make it snappy, cuz I have to get back to the office!” Jackie’s middle finger quickly disappeared in the jungle of fur and burrowed around until it found the hard little nub that was the center of Meg’s sexuality as her finger soon became the most important thing in Meg’s life, as it was carrying her on a wave towards a deep orgasm! Angela, in the mean time, had sat down on the john, pulled up her dress, and was mindlessly fingering her own wet slit while Meg leaned forward and kissed Jackie on the mouth, forcing open her lips with her tongue and probing the young woman’s mouth. Angela slipped her free hand up and under Jackie’s dress and used her fingers to bring her friend close to another climax. Not more than ten minutes ago these three woman had climaxed without even touching their vaginas, but now, they were not only touching them, they were fingering them like there was no tomorrow!!! Just before they came, Meg pulled her mouth from Jackie’s and whispered hoarsely, “There is nothing like girl-girl sex!!” Angela was the first to groan, but she was quickly followed by her two masturbatory compatriots in deep hard orgasms! Jackie licked the sweet nectar off her fingers, kissing Meg one more time before she had to leave!!! On the way back to work, Jackie looked at Angela and said, “Nice lunch, we have to do that again sometime!” Angela laughed and replied, “Yeah, and it’s not too fattening either!!!”

July 10th, 2006
Categories: Upskirt Stories . Author: Nicky . Comments: 1 Comment

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 registrars 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 5ft 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 pantyhose. The upskirt 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 upskirt 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 pantyhose 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!

July 5th, 2006
Categories: Upskirt Stories . Author: deve8 . Comments: No Comments