Here ya go, the much talked about Britney Spears upskirt pussy flash. These are huge pictures so be patient when clicking the thumbs, they will take a while to download on slower connections – But, it’s worth the wait…..
Thought you guys might like these upskirt pics, hot looking drunk girl dancing with no panties on showing off her fresh shaven pussy..
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My girlfriend is a born public flasher. To be truthful, you’d probably have to call her an exhibitionist. But there’s nothing wrong with that. I have to use a false name for her, so I will call her Beth. If she ever found this little story on the Net, she’d think it was cute if her name was disguised. But if I used her real name, she would probably end my life in no time.
Beth claims she’s always been a flasher. She went to Catholic school, and finally clued me (a boring old Protestant) in on the truth of: Now what use do you think we made of those shiny patent leather shoes? She also claims to have been the rudest girl on the cheerleader squad, frequently forgetting to put her shorts on before practice.
When she found out I was an upskirt fanatic, she was delighted rather than annoyed. I thought I was lucky because I would get a lot of private upskirts, but little did I know I was in for something better. Believe me, I would have been too shy to ask her to pull such antics in public. But I didn’t have to ask. Beth pretty much suggested it herself.
From the very beginning, you could see she was an expert. She waited for me to open the car door for her, which most modern girls no longer bother with. But she swung her leg in a broad arc as she stepped out of the car, giving me a heavenly glimpse of white panties.
During the first few times we went out on the town like that, she was careful to do her flashing in such a way that no one else in the bar, night club or restaurant could actually see her. But then she mentioned that perhaps, one night in a crowded bar, someone else might have got a look. She said it tentatively, as if gauging my reaction. It would not have been difficult for her to see that I was excited rather than jealous or possessive.
Next time we went out, she wore a short little black dress and white nylon panties (personal favorites of mine, since they remind me of the panties girls wore when we were back in high school). We went out to watch the sunset on the terrace of our favorite club (I live in Hawaii). The sun made its famous green flash as it disappeared into the ocean, and I got plenty of white flash as well. We were sitting pretty much by ourselves in one corner of the terrace where no one could really see her.
It got dark quickly, as it does in the tropics, and Beth was on her second glass of wine. Another couple had taken the table next to us, and the two of them were talking with a certain confusion about the stars “the poor souls couldn’t tell Venus from the North Star.
Beth is an expert skywatcher, like myself, but much more sociable, especially after a few glasses of wine. She began to give the other couple a nice lecture about the heavens above us. Soon, though, I noticed that the fellow in the other couple was looking not above but fixedly at our table. His eyes were glassy and his mouth was gaping.
I looked, and realized that Beth was sitting cross-legged, though not as a woman crosses her legs, but like a man. Those of you who’ve seen the famous Ellen Barkin clip from the film Switch will know what I mean. Beth was deliberately flashing this guy one of the boldest white triangles I have ever seen, and she kept it up for a few solid minutes. By that time the guy’s girlfriend was staring too, though she was also a bit tipsy and seemed not at all put out. If she hadn’t been wearing slacks, she might well have joined in.
Needless to say, I was quite turned on. We had a great night in bed afterwards. In the future, I hope that love, passion and good treatment on my part will encourage her to even more daring acts of flashing.
I’ve been a life long lover of looking up skirts. Some of my earliest recollections of girls are looking up their skirts. I was perhaps 3 or 4, but life got a lot more interesting when I was 10 and older. There are so many stories, and, as they say, so little time. Here are a couple that stand out at the moment. I was about 16, in 11th grade, it was a hot late spring day. I was on the roof of our school, supposedly studying (we were allowed to take breaks and in between class times on the roof. I was with two very pretty girls a year younger than I, Barbara and Susie. A word about each. Susie was very small and totally cute. Her sister was in my class and her sister, Judy, almost daily showed off her panties as she would sit with her leg crossed one over the other, wide…she almost always wore either white or yellow cotton bikinis, and the boys would place bets on which she’d be wearing that day. (OK, more on Judy. She was also small, but somewhat larger than her sister. When Judy would sit on the floor or grass, or sometimes lie on her back, she’d pull up her legs, totally revealing her panties. I actually took a couple of pictures of her, long ago posted on the old newsgroups….back to Susie.) As much as Judy would reveal her panties, Susie didn’t. In fact I rarely saw her panties. Barbara and Susie were very close friends. Barbara had wonderfully large and firm breasts, and her bra would often be revealed under her shirts and blouses. She was a total turn on, sometimes revealing her panties as well, but not very often. This particular day I was lying reading (in fact I began by really reading), while Susie and Barbara were sitting with their backs against a wall, talking about some poetry assignment they had. I would look at them occasionally, but didn’t pay much attention. Then I noticed that Susie was sitting with her legs crossed, her skirt up, but I couldn’t see her panties. I quickly forgot about my reading and kept looking at her lovely legs. Then she did what I had hoped, deeply absorbed in her poetry and talking to Barbara, totally ignoring me and what she was about to reveal. She pulled both legs up and apart by about 18 inches, neatly and primly pulling her dress to her knees. From her point of view, she was properly covered. But from mine, no way. Her thin, pure white cotton panties were pulled tight against her butt and pussy, outlining her girl/womanhood very, very clearly. I was immediately super hard. I realized that both girls were not looking at me at all and I just stared at Susie’s panties and legs. Her panties were pure white. I was in heaven, or so I thought. I didn’t realize that heaven could get better. I have no idea how long I looked at Susie, perhaps a minute, perhaps five or more, when Barbara also pulled her legs up, in almost the identical position as Susie. Her panties, too, were white cotton, but somewhat thicker than Susie, but pulled against her very tightly also. What was different sent me through the roof, well, not, since I was on the roof. But it did send me. Her panties were quite damp, almost wet, and tinged yellow…as if (perhaps she did) peed in them at some recent point. I couldn’t believe it. (I’ve always loved damp and dribbled in panties.) I found myself even harder than before…and on the edge of cumming in my pants…which I did within a minute, in spite of my (best??) efforts not to since I was wearing tan pants. And yes, the obvious happened: I had a very, very big wet stain on my pants, and did the obvious, pulled my shirt out as I was getting up, but that was to be at least 15 minutes away. I stared at both girls’ panties and legs after I came, still turned, fearing embarrassment, but love the sight, especially of Barbara. Both girls sat that way for another 5 or more minutes, and then one and then the other shifted to a more modest position. I recovered, barely. The girls obviously noticed my pulled out shirt, but said nothing…Years later I told Barbara about the incident at a party, and she recalled absolutely nothing about it…she did confirm however that in high school and afterwards, she would sometime pee in her panties a bit if she was desperate for a toilet. Fast forward: In my 30’s I knew a girl, an undergraduate student, with whom I had a relationship. She had a strong exhibitionist streak in her, which I loved, and enjoyed showing off her ample breasts and nice legs and ass. She had a friend who found this interesting, and the two of them provided me a lovely lingerie show one evening. From this I suggested I’d really get turned on by both of them ‘innocently’ showing off in a very public place, while I watched, they pretending they didn’t know me. Being a voyeur of long standing, this appealed a lot, and later that week on my girlfriend’s campus both girls, one spring day, wore somewhat short skirts, and sat on the grass in the centre of campus eating their lunches and talking. I sat about 25 feet away, and each girl would keep adjusting her skirt and legs, making sure to reveal their panties, sometimes just in quick flashes, other times sitting so it was easy to see up their skirts. Over the next 45 minutes about 8 or 10 guys managed (along with others) to gather around them, watching them, as I was. It was a real turn on. I don’t think any of the guys knew it was put up. We all met afterwards and both girls found the power over guys from ‘innocently’ show off a turn on.
