In my world, the information power of the internet is a mixed blessing. I mourn the fact that libraries -- which, back in the 80's were a bustling goldmine for serious studies of an upskirt nature -- seem to be far less a necessity to the community in general, and especially for the ladies.
I'd love to see some stories about adventures and misadventures, present or past, which may have occurred either in community libraries, or in libraries at the school, perhaps just before exams.
Ever had an experience, as you scanned the public reading area for a place to sit, you spotted a young lady with her skirt stretched tightly across her legs a few inches above her knees... You hoped desperately to be able to claim the spot at the next table directly across from her... and to innocently and quietly get settled in before she becomes aware of the 4th of July spectacular show she is providing, and moves to bring down the curtain on the show? If your experiences are like mine, the success rate of such maneuvers is somewhere around 1%. But oh how sweet that 1% can be!
Who's got a tale to tell about such shannanigans?
Kitspur
PS. Oh yea -- the mixed blessing of the internet... I was never able to find anywhere in any library a direct hook-up with like-minded folks, men and women who light up my life with their personal adventures -- deeds and mis-deeds involving panty-teasing. So, in my world, the internet stays!
Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 2:19 am Post subject: Re: Library lament
Well kits, i was never the type to spend much time in a library, always working on cars or my motorcyle, i did how ever go to a cathlic high scholl where thegirls were required to wear blue checker skirts, white blouses and blue blazers, seperate classrooms, but lunch together, nuns and brothers, withsome layteachers trown in . getting your interest up yet ??? I won't tell you the years as to not give my age away , however it was the begining of the minnis and short short skirts lol . the girls about drove the nuns to drinking with their skirts, they kept rolling them up , and thenunskept making them roll them down, alwasy a good time to be around. found out who wore grannies and who had the sexy satin bikinis .
Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 4:06 am Post subject: Re: Library lament
I got a short story to tell, there was a very fit and shapely woman in a history class, i took in college. She had this one red dress, during a lecture on world war 2, we all sat in a circle. I spent the whole time taking glimpses at the bright white fabric between her chocolate thighs. one of my friends goes i couldnt stop looking at her legs man. About a month later, I see her in the library same dress and she asked me to join her. I was talking to a friend and he was like you seem distracted, same dress, panties same color. Another girl whispered something to her and she threw a jacket or sweater over her legs.
Im sure i got another one somewhere, just got look in a journal.
Ah yes, Jmoo -- once we give up the unnecessary baggage of bias, we have to admit the sheer beauty of the contrast of bright white panties and chocolate brown legs. Whether we see the fabric stretched tightly, or with the panties more relaxed, nestled in a puckery crescent between closed thighs, the beauty always takes my breath away.
In the presence of such a show I also would be distracted from any friendly conversation I may be having. But I can understand your wanting to keep talking, hoping the young lady may not realize she was the point of your total concentration.
And I do have to wonder whether she was actually all the while aware of -- and maybe even relishing -- your focused attention. Was her sweater cover-up simply imposed on her, when she may have been accused of "unauthorized display" by a member of the "Secret Sisterhood of Modesty" Police? I believe her earlier showings in the class-in-the-round sheds some light on her own feelings on the matter.
Friend, you may talk yourself blue in the face, but you'll never convince this avowed panty-peeker that you "just happened" to sit directly across the circle from miss p-show for that class. I hope it was a throw-away class, or that one of your classmates took a good set of notes.
See, now for our membership that's what libraries were all about. I, for one, wish I could have found some major in college that would have allowed me credit for what I really tried to study in the college library! Who else will 'fess up about study time gone awry? In private study carels? Between the books on the shelves?
Please do check the ol' journal diary, Jmoo, and please tell us more.
"it was the begining of the minnis and short short skirts lol . the girls about drove the nuns to drinking with their skirts, they kept rolling them up and the nuns kept making them roll them down"
It's just as we all suspected, Nuns founded the "Secret Sisterhood of Modesty" police.
You may know (and I have recently read) schoolgirls in Japan have this same tradition with their pleated uniform skirts. As soon as the school dismissal bell rings, the girls start rolling up and tucking their skirts at the waistband, until the hemlines swing barely below their panty crotch. Then they parade around this way for the rest of the afternoon, unable to keep their sweet undies covered in any position or activity. And they live their lives utterly unconcerned about this, while ongoing generations of Japanese men become hopeless upskirt and panty fetishists for the rest of their natural lives.
For my part, I recall in the streets of NYC in my early years watching the uniformed girls from the Catholic schools, and longing to know what lay beneath their skirts. I don't recall that question ever getting answered for me in my youth, when it was a matter of burning curiosity for me. Thank you for finally shedding some light on it. I was afraid they might have worn some shapeless woolen uniform cover-alls of some dastardly shade of gray under those teasing pleats. Ugh! I might not have recovered from that.
My senior year in HS -- which was a most enjoyable year for me, overall --
was in a conservative Christian co-ed boarding school in NE. The "Secret Sisterhood" police were firmly entrenched there, though they never wore nun's habits -- at least when we saw them. But, although we were mixed in Classes, boys and girls, we were kept strictly separated during any and all other times. Except for Wednesday evenings. On Wednesday evenings, for 1 hour we were permitted to mix -- to sit and talk with the other sex in clasroom desks, under the watchful eye of a Sergeant of the "Secret Sisterhood." And after our one hour of supervised "fellowship" we could accompany our "boy or girlfriend" down to the stuffy hot chapel, and sit with him/her for Wednesday nite prayer meeting -- I'm guessing they wanted us to plead privately for forgiveness for any evil thoughts we may have entertained during "fellowship" hour.
But the point of my whole story is to ask why is it that the dinner menu for that night -- for every single Wednesday nite all year long -- consisted of pork and baked beans? Can't the "Secret Sisterhood of Modesty" police cut us horney folks just a small sliver of slack, to enjoy an occasional salacious thought without the fears of annoying flatulence from either and all parties here assembled?
Loved your recounting of school skirts, White. What else you got?
Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 2:46 am Post subject: Re: Library lament
kitspur-it was a military history seminar, i taped many a documentary on the history channel/a&e. but, ok I went to three colleges, so at this school I had a lovely study partner, she was in like 7 0r 8 of my classes in 3 semesters. So we spent a lot of time in the library. She loved to wear low cut shirts, i got numerous down blouses. She knew i was looking down the shirt, b/c she said I would try looking away and off and she would move closer and you'd just stare.I believe she teaches hockey goalies how to keep the knees together, never got an upskirt.
One day, we left our stuff in the library, she needed help with the bag of books. I started messing with her because her underwear never matched, it was always white cotton briefs, whtether the bra was red, white, blue, black or pink. Unless, she wore her white jogging suit for her p.e class then the brief s were blue or black. So she decided to get the bag out herself and bends over in front of me, and turns to be sure I dont miss her usual her white briefs. Then acts mad because I was looking, man if she wasnt involved with her future husband.
That was the library at college number two.
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