Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 3:50 pm Post subject: Panty whipped... the peeker as prey
Fellow peek-lovers...
How about a situation where you felt that in fact you were purposely being flashed, and being used for her personal enjoyment? Did it affect your enjoyment at the moment, or did it color your recollections, feeling she may have turned you from predator into prey?
In my senior year in college I found a couple -- Janie and Dwight who seemed to share my enjoyment of playing Scrabble. Quite frequently in the evenings I would encounter them in the Student Union building, either just starting, or already playing Scrabble, sitting in the individual upholstered chairs with the Scrabble board on the low coffee table between them. Early on in the year I found that Janie (who always wore short skirts) would often spend long periods concentrating on the letters on her rack, while her knees would fall "carelessly" quite far apart, revealing her personal charms to anyone in the proper position to enjoy the view. I succeeded for all succeeding games to occupy that "proper position." And I became adept at studying my letter rack, while actually looking across the board, awaiting her next display.
I also became aware that over a period of time it became easier for me to occupy the position of honor, directly across the board from Janie. I don't recall exactly how many games we played together. Sometimes the games included 1 or 2 other players, but frequently just Janie, Dwight and myself. I remember a couple times when I arrived to find Dwight occupying the position of honor, across from Janie. After I had observed for a few minutes, Dwight would suggest they start a new game, then most graciously he moved one position to the left, vacating the seat he knew I wanted.
Although I don't recall many details of Janie's underware collection, I do recall they were mostly nylon bikini style, with colorful prints typical of the time -- late 1960's.
I also remember one particular game when I was playing from my chosen vantage point, but for the entire game, Janie, wearing a pleated dark blue skirt slightly below her knees, had not given me a single peek in the entire game. I was obviously feeling frustrated, when Dwight started verbally teasing her about something -- I had no idea what they were bickering about. But Dwight quietly stood up, and with Janie totally focused on her letter rack, Dwight moved up behind her and started violently tickling her in the ribs. Janie jumped, giggled, and squirmed, her legs flying every which way as she tried to escape. It was a wall to wall panty display I shall never forget.
The point of the story is that I know rather certainly that Dwight and Janie picked up right from the start how turned on I was by my frequent peeks up her skirts, and they most assuredly used my holpless obsession as an intensifier for their own sexual purposes.
And for my own part, I'm fine with that. No reason both (or in this case all 3) partners should not share equally in such sexual satisfaction.
How about some of the rest of you -- have you been "caught" or "used"? How did it make you feel?
Or how about some more stories from High School or College...
Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 5:25 pm Post subject: Re: Panty whipped... the peeker as prey
I don't really have a good story like that but I wanted to respond because I thought the poster deserved it.
this girl I went to school with back in the early 90's was pretty cute.we used to give each other little shoulder rubs etc. inocent type stuff.she said one day ohh that feels soo good.so I said If you like that I would do better if I massaged your whole body.we would sort of say that kind of stuff because we knew it wasn't going to go anywhere.I had a girlfriend and she had a boyfriend.one day after lunch she was walking me to my class(auto shop I think)which was down the back staircase that not too many people used.she stoped at the top to go the way she was going I walked down but we were still talking and when I got to the bottom I was looking up her skirt.after a talking a couple of minuted I said I can see right up your skirt.she said really.that's it.so we said a couple of more things and then she left.
I think I went to the bathroom first to take care of me hard on.at the end of the school year we wound up fooling around and I should have asked her for her panties because I think she would have given them to me.too bad when you are young you are not brave enough to go for what you really want.anyway haven't seen her since then.
Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 8:45 pm Post subject: Re: Panty whipped... the peeker as prey
Hey Jack--
Thanks for your story. I was beginning to wonder if I should have turned out the clubhouse lights after posting my story, because everybody seems to have run off.
I find your story most enjoyable. If I were a betting man, I'd wager that your cute little friend saw the whole scenario developing, with her at the top of the stairs and you at the bottom. It's even possible she got you when you thought you were just using her. I'm wondering how likely it is that she took the whole thing home with her that same evening and satisfied her own desires as you did immediately in the bathroom. We need for Cindy or Bonnie or Cherry Pie to tell us whether I'm guessing correctly on this.
As always, we peeker-types must ask for what you remember about the style, color, and fabric of the panties she allowed you to eximine from afar -- any recollections?
Of course I have more stories to share -- how about you, and how about some others.
Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 1:54 am Post subject: Re: Panty whipped... the peeker as prey
I don't know kits, i had a friends wife speading her legs once at a barbeque, i thought at first it was an accident , however, later i looked over and she was looking straight at meand opened up again . she smiled i turned red lol . I later told her that was hot and she said i thought you'd like it , and never mentioned it again . Just when i thought i thought i knew was going on , she busted my bubble. Go figure .
Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 3:13 am Post subject: Re: Panty whipped... the peeker as prey
See, now that's what I'm getting at, White, my friend. When your friend's lovely wife gave you the show -- was it just because she knew you wanted it, or did it add a little charge to her fantasies at the same time? And I wonder whether she and your friend talked about it, and banked some extra special sex that night.
Cindy22 told us the other day... "I doubt there is a woman alive who has not saw some good looking guy trying to get a peak, and "accidently" made it easier for him to see. I wear skirts that are as short as the company allows and I know that almost every day someone will have the opportunity to see up my skirt. I really don't do it on purpose, but when you wear a short skirt you can't hide it all the time even if you try."
I feel a little goosey whenever I think the lady enjoys putting me into a fine lather. And I can't help wondering exactly what sensations she feels when she knows my hot eyes are peering deep into her panty crotch.
Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 4:02 pm Post subject: Re: Panty whipped... the peeker as prey
Gotta wonder what women are doing when they put those short skirts on. Was talking to this lady a few weeks ago, and when she walked up the stairs, I continued to talk to her beside the open staircase. Got a look right up her skirt.... and.... saw the bottom of her skorts.
Arrghh... have had it happen multiple times before. Spent time with a girl, talking, chatting, and hanging with her to get the view of her getting into a car, or sit down, or go up the stairs, only to find out ther skirt is a skort.
Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 6:37 pm Post subject: Re: Panty whipped... the peeker as prey
Ok, our original theme was about when you discovered that your intended peek-victim was in fact controlling the entire episode. Our original track was how does it make you feel when you think she was giving you a thrill so she could enjoy your excitement.
Now let's go down the second track -- where she stages the event just to show you she has the upper hand.
One morning years ago I arrived at the office early. I was sitting at my desk, the only one there. I heard the front door bell ring as Sigrid walked in, also well before anybody else was due to arrive. I walked out of my office to say hello, and we met just outside of the group of desks that served as the secretarial pool area.
Sigrid was a blonde (not natural), perhaps 27, attractive, very nicely proportioned, and a really intelligent young lady with an outgoing and fun-loving personality. I was married and unavailable, but Sigrid was single but rumored to be carrying on with the assistant manager of the office, who was my boss -- and also a married man.
I walked next to Sig as she stopped by the row of filing cabinets along the wall, and stopped to feed the goldfish. As she went to put down the box of fish food, her hand struck some papers laying by the bowl, and off they went, sliding down behind the filing cabinet.
Now one might have expected the young lady at that moment to have looked in my direction for my help, as she was dressed in normal office attire for those days, a trim short woolen pencil skirt, cream colered, with a hem about 3 inches above her knees. So, imagine my surprise when without any hesitatrion she walked over and pulled up a secretarial chair, climbed on it and pushed her hips up onto the top of the filing cabinets. This put her lovely knees at exactly about the same level, and barely8 to 10 inches in front of my eyes.
Then, with great effort, requiring quite a long period of time, Sigrid reached down behind the cabinets to retrieve the papers. All the while her legs played the most wonderful game, spreading wide apart, offering her straining cream-colored panty crotch directly into my face. She squirmed and struggled mightily while my eyes took in every detail of every inch of the vision spread before me. I weakly mumbled some inane words of encouragement at the time, though I most assuredly stopped far short of recommending any different approach to the problem.
Needless to say, once Sigrid was smiling over her success, the papers retrieved and firmly in her grasp, I desperately needed to return to my office for some air, and a little private time.
The point of this story, however, for all the wonder of it, is what happened 10 minutes later. Sigrid then took an opportunity, with all the secretaries arriving around her, to point to a slightly wet spot unfortunately showing on the front of my tan colored slacks. She point to it and giggled, and in front of everybody, said, "Ooh look, he's peed his pants!"
You can imagine that my image of Sigrid at that very moment went from "Siren" to "Vixen Bitch." I will generously share the joy and fun with anybody, but nobody, including myself should be used for ridicule.
Who else can tell about a lady pulling your puppet strings -- good or bad?
Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 2:46 am Post subject: Re: Panty whipped... the peeker as prey
Can't say that I've ever had a woman purposely show me her panties so she could make fun of me. I've waited 1/2 an hour to time it right and make small talk with a woman while she got into her car, only to have her keep her knees so close together that I saw nothing.
Or like my story above, I wind up with an upSKORT peek.
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