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!
May 27th, 2007
Categories: Upskirt Stories . Author: Mr G . Comments: No Comments
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.
May 15th, 2007
Categories: Upskirt Stories . Author: deve8 . Comments: No Comments
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.
May 2nd, 2007
Categories: Upskirt Stories . Author: Nicky . Comments: No Comments
