Upskirt pussy display- lucky voyeur spot

Upskirt pussy display- lucky voyeur spot

In a nightclub years ago I had a holy grail moment and caught my one and only pantiless upskirt. There was an outside smoking area with heat lamps and some seating. If you weren’t lucky enough to get a stool you sat on the floor. It provided no end of upskirt shots later in the night when girls were pissed or whatever.

We were sat in a group of 3, my friend his girl Lou and me. She was new on the scene and while none of us wanted to admit it her plain face was overshadowed by a hot body and a overall aura of filth.

Tonight she was wearing a black tight top and was bra less. I had seen her erect nipples poking out earlier. The material clung under each sizeable boob showing them in exact detail.

Below the top was a short black skirt. Short enough to get the blood pumping but not obscenely so. The legs were out straight in front tightly closed, bare and a little on the chubby side.

We were all in a bit of a state when a group pushed past to sit in the corner. We accommodated them, In doing so I moved left slightly and lou pulled her legs towards her and shuffled her ass backwards.

Only for a fleeting moment but nonetheless a definite spot—no pants!!!the holy grail!!! Her hairy snapper was in full view. I was close enough to see the actual hairs. It had finally happened, I had been lucky enough to see a slut with no underwear exposing her pussy. I have spent so long and taken so much risk peeping up skirts praying that one day this would happen. They say fortune favours the brave, today it favoured the perverse. I was nothing short of dumbfounded. Even in my condition high and pissed I appreciated the gravity of the situation. This was it! I had to maximise the spot without getting busted.

Perhaps I should explain why I was so overexcited. I have number of perversions not limited to but including, voyeurism particularly upskirts. It is twice as exciting if I know the target and I love ENF etc.

We were all taking various substances and my bag that needed requiring a flat surface suddenly became much more valuable. I had an idea. I loaded the back of my phone and started chopping moving towards her and making her feet shift towards her so I had room on the floor. A bouncer walked past at exactly the right moment and they huddled in towards me, legs bending out a little more.

I pretended to drop some of the stash onto the floor, they looked straight ahead and carried on the conversation as if nothing was happening so as not to draw attention. I bent forward and was rewarded with the most beautiful sight. I could almost see pink.

Her black bush was unkempt, it would no doubt have been humiliating for her to know I had seen her in that condition. Her skirt obscured the top of her hair, but apart from that I could see everything. Slightly spread legs meant I could see the 2 thick lips slightly separated. Not
enough to see pink, but i could see the outline of 2 meaty lips.

In contrast to the black bush her skin looked so pale as my eyes scanned downwards to the very visible part of ass cheeks. My heart was racing as I considered the prospect of seeing her asshole. I was actively having to calm myself now. Only in my actual dreams had I thought about an upskirt where the target accidentally revealed so much that her anus was on show.

I continued to fumble around for as long as I dared without drawing attention to myself. We would be in the club for hours yet ( it was often a 9 hour job in those days) so better to play the long game. When I nervously raised my gaze and looked Lou in the face it became apparent that nothing had registered. God bless alcohol!

As the night continued we alternated between the hot sweaty dance floor and the ‘garden’. I had become extremely generous at the bar and in other ways. We were all in something of a state. The dance floor was rammed, inevitably blokes with a certain inclination were making the most of the opportunity. You could see chicks covering their arses as they passed groups of guys or looked back to identify a groping hand. I witnessed a couple of situations where the glancing hand on Lou’s must have been more of a squeeze and she tried angrily to spot the perpetrator in the crowd.

As we danced and moved around I ensured that I was behind her. I made a show that I was attempting to protect her modesty. My intentions were the opposite, taking advantage of male groups we passed to have a cheeky feel. In my condition I had to work hard not to overdo the glancing touches. It took a mammoth effort not to ram my hand up her skirt on the dark dance floor.

Efforts were not in vain. I managed to get a decent cup of one cheek and brushed the front of the black skirt feeling pubic hair through material.

I had several good spots during the course of the night seeing partial glimpses regularly and the entirety a handful of times. Sadly though her legs were always too close together for me to see pink, I was desperate to make this my most successful night of feeding my fetish.

As the night wore on I realised I was obsessing. The later it got the more frantic I became to see her holes. The best opportunity was during another cigarette break outside. Lou was sitting on a stool while the two of us relaxed on the floor. Her bf sat with his back to a huge mirror the length of one wall, me facing him and her to the side in an elevated position.

My mind was going at full speed trying to work out how i could get her to turn to face the mirror. I got the equipment out and did a visibly terrible job. Dropping notes and little bags in a useless fashion hoping she would take the bait. A huge smile erupted as I watched her hands move towards the stash to take over. She turned her body to mask her activity from prying eyes and in doing so pointed her legs almost directly at the mirror.

Lou placed my phone and other bits on her lap closing her legs to act as a rest. We continued to chat try not to draw attention to the illicit goings on. She was engrossed shifting around as she undertook the task in hand. As she closed the bag and reached down to pass it back the left leg splayed open revealing a perfect shot of the left hand side of her pussy and part cheek momentarily.

She handed my loaded phone to her boyfriend and in doing so gave me another brief glimpse of the dark bush. It was coming!!! I realised a few minutes ago that Lou was likely to bend forward and down when it was her turn with the phone to make the process less conspicuous. In my head the dream scenario involved her legs spreading wide to use the phone and rolled up note between her legs. When her head dipped below the level of the stool ALL would be revealed.

I had my turn quickly and tried to arrange the spread her lines out in the least helpful fashion ( seconds count). She received the phone and started bobbing her head downwards as if my praying was somehow controlling her. Heart in my mouth, time seemed to slow as she ducked down and spread her legs to get below them.

I watched in awe as the magnificent beaver appeared bit by tantalising bit. Legs still tightly together when the first sight appeared subsequently the clam was in closed form. Eventually both lips were visible, at which point my attempts at playing it cool were long gone. I was shaking with excitement as her legs widened and lips followed.

This was really happening!! If she continued With her current course of action then the full deal had to be displayed, there was no other outcome.

What I was too drunk or excited to realise was that Lou’s head was going to entirely obscure my view. As quickly as this holy grail of spots for a dedicated voyeur had appeared it disappeared. I had to move!

How to do it without being busted was the issue. I started shuffling a tiny bit to the right which was immediately picked up on by my mate who asked if I was ok. Luckily I had only moved slightly to test the waters so he didn’t make the connection with me peeping at his Mrs.

I sat imagining the view I would have if I could just credibly move two feet to one side. The floor was mucky after hours of pissed people traipsing through discarding cigarettes and all manner of other things. Pretending to stretch out and lying down wasn’t viable. I was attempting to be positive and count my blessings at the sights I had seen, but it was tough. I endured this for ages after Lou decided the stool she had managed to grab as too comfy to give up. I tried so hard to get them back to the dance floor or bar- any move would have borne opportunities. It wasn’t to be.

The frustration was getting to unmanageable levels, the night was all but over and I HAD to see her snatch again. I had given up on seeing the the interior or ass hole by this point. To the other side of Lou and slightly behind us and were a group of guys obviously having a good time. You wouldn’t quite describe them as rowdy, but the word might pop into your mind. A couple of them were regulars at the club who I knew to say hi to.

I had a stroke of genius, well maybe not quite genius but in my partially incapacitated condition it was pretty good. Leaning across to say hi to one of the two I vaguely knew in the group I whispered while laughing hard that the chick next to me wasn’t wearing underwear and kept exposing herself.

I rejoined my team while casually observing a ripple of laughter from the boys gang. This gradually increased to raucous laughter until one of them, moved his head directly in front of her legs before pointing and crying with laughter.

This was my moment!! As soon as he moved in front of her knees she knew what was going on and jerked her legs away from them – directly at me and her boyfriend. Pussy at our head height no less.

I watched with anticipation as her legs rotated toward me. She had to spread them now, surely she would be so shocked that legs would naturally separate when moving quickly?

No such luck, i was graced with another full pussy view but again with legs too close together to see inside. But at least I got to see it again!!!!!

An awesome night I still think through on a regular basis.

Hope you enjoy – please let me know if you think it is worth me bothering to keep jotting here things down.

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