kitspur wrote: |
I remember being 12, in 6th grade in a public school in New York City. The class was enjoying a break at our desks, playing "Simon Says." Mrs. Ettinger was Simon. I sat all the way at the back of the room, behind Arlene who was a rather attractive girl who usually wore her hair in a braid. I don't recall my exact thoughts at the moment, but I do recall purposely fouling out of the game right at the start, and quietly sitting down in my seat. Half a moment later I was under my desk looking straight up Arlene's dress at her pretty white underpants. I was shocked quite soon after to lose my pretty view, instead looking straight into Arlene's face, at her rather stern eyes. Humiliated and embarassed I climbed back up into my seat. Humiliated I may have been, but the thrill has never left me. A few weeks later Arlene's good friend Winifred hastened to clear out her desk as the class lined up to leave. I hastened to a friend's desk to be in the right position to look up Winifred's skirt at her very pretty peach colored panties stretched tight to their white elastic leg bands across her mound.What a pleasant jolt that was. In another reinforcing image from that school year was in the class gardening project out in the little garden plot in the school playground, just so that 6th graders in NYC could experience growing things in a garden. The class was hoeing, weeding and digging, but I noticed Janie, who was very tall and cute had finished early and was sitting with open legs on a short wall. I hurried to complete my assigned task and took a seat katy-corner to her with my back to the fence. The position gave me a very nice view of Janie's buttercup yellow nylon undies, and to my great surprise she did nothing to change her position. Even when several of her friends joined her -- as they looked in my direction, giggled and whispered, Jane remained with her legs well spread as she smiled and laughed with them. The final memory came a few weeks later when I happened upon Arlene and Winifred walking towards me on the sidewalk as I walked home. Between them was Susan who was chubby, and really rather unattractive. As they came closer from either side of Susan they grabbed at the hem or her skirt -- they were both laughing, but Susan was screaming and trying to keep her skirt down. I passed this little grouping before they managed to show off Susan's panties, and I've always felt a little happier about that. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) my family moved to another state before the following school year, but the experiences from my year of awakening will stay with me forever. |
silkpink wrote: |
I was about 10 when i was in gym class, this girl i used to like had a dress so she could not play gym that day.Well she sat on the sidline and maybe she forgot she was wearing a dress when i looked all i saw was her Black Satin Panties.Thru out the class all i could do is stare at her.This girl finally told her you could see her panties.I was mad but well never forget it.. :D |