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THE SCHOOLGIRL GYMSLIP BRA AND NAVY BLUE KNICKERS PAGE
An article written by Tony Graves (Ex Erotic Gymslips Magazine) exclusively for Ray Gordon Books
Since Erotic Gymslips Magazine closed down, Tony Graves has been working as a freelance writer. Concentrating mainly on erotica, Tony has written this article exclusively for Ray Gordon Books. He is currently working on another article for the web site, but we're not giving anything away. You'll have to wait and see... |
INTERVIEW WITH A PANTY FLASHING SCHOOLGIRL
PART ONE - FROM THE MALE POINT OF VIEW
This article is all about schoolgirls and their school uniforms. Why an article dedicated to schoolgirls? Because they hold a fascination for the majority of men. The traditional gymslip covers a white blouse which, in turn, covers a small bra concealing petite teenage breasts. Teenage tits or titties are inherently hard, firm, well formed and rounded or pointed and are topped with brown nipples or milk teats. As if you didn't know that. Beneath the skirt lie those infamous navy-blue school knickers or gym knickers. So, what lurks inside the heat and dark of those navy blue knickers? This is where the male fantasy and imagination kick in - big time. The girl on the left is showing her young friend what lies beneath her white panties. Very nice, too. But, for many years, it was the traditional navy blue knickers that men were interested in. Or, rather, the contents of those thick cotton navy blue knickers. A girl can pull down her knickers and show all she has, but that spoils the fine art of imagining, fantasising and picturing. Of course, these 'schoolgirls' are at least eighteen years old - nineteen or twenty, even. Any girl wearing a plaid skirt and white blouse and displaying her knickers while riding a bicycle is a school girl. She might be an office secretary but, to imaginative men, she's a schoolgirl. This male fantasy involves fresh young girls with unblemished skin and firm curvaceous youthful bodies. Hard breasts, smooth stomachs, firm outer sex lips, milk dripping inner labia, ripe pink clitorises, tight hot and very wet vaginas... The fantasy involves the virgin girl, the untouched girl, the innocent, naive little teenage beauty with her hymen intact. |
SCHOOLGIRL FANTASY
SCHOOLGIRL FANTASY School uniforms vary greatly these days. The girl on the right is displaying a modern day uniform - as well as her tight red panties. No more navy-blue knickers, I'm afraid. The black shoes and white ankle socks are an age old turn on, and haven't really changed over the years. With no bra, her ripe nipples clearly on show through the thin material of her blouse, and the crotch of her red panties showing, she isn't leaving a lot to the imagination. Male fantasy is driven by imagination. Showing her areolae and nipples isn't what the imaginative man wants to see. However, she's got it right down below by showing of her red panties. She is obviously posing for the camera, which is a shame. Look at the photograph above and you might think that this was taken by a voyeur. Two girls caught in the classroom, one lifting her skirt and lowering her tight panties... Even though her naked pussy is on show, this is a far more arousing shot. I interviewed a schoolgirl recently, and she told me her thoughts concerning older men. The way they try to glimpse her knickers when she's riding her bike, try to peer down her blouse when she leans over... I met Carrie on a train. She was on her way home from school and was sitting opposite me with her thighs parted and her panties displayed. We got off the train and sat on a seat at one end of the platform. I admit to lying to her at that point. I said that I was writing an article for a men's magazine about teenagers and sexual awareness. At the time, I'd not even thought about it. But, with the idea now firmly in my in mind, I offered her fifty-pounds to do an interview. She agreed and, with the use of my trusty pocket tape recorder, the result of our chance meeting is the interview below. Here, Carrie gives us an insight to the other side of the coin. |
AND NOW - AN INTERVIEW WITH A SCHOOLGIRL "How did that make you feel?" I asked Carrie. "Were you embarrassed?" "Not at all. In fact, I found it quite exciting to think that men wanted to see my knickers. Whenever I rode my bike, I looked out for men who might be looking at me. And I noticed many of them. I'd never realized before because I'd never thought about it but, virtually every man I passed tried to see up my short skirt." "When did you start to deliberately displayed your panties to men?" I asked Carrie. "Once I became aware of men looking at me, I put it to the test. I sat on the swing in the park and waited until a man came along. Sitting on a swing is ideal because it looks perfectly innocent. Any girl on a swing in a short skirt can't help but show her knickers. I was swinging with my skirt up and my thighs wide apart when a man came along. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He made out that he was reading a book as he sat on a bench in front of the swings. Gazing up my skirt at my panties, he stared at me for ages. At the time, I was naive, as most young girls are, But I was beginning to find found out about men and their craving to spy schoolgirls' panties. I then started riding my bike properly. By properly, I mean showing my panties as I cycled. I remember one poor man who was so busy looking up my skirt as I passed him on my bike that he walked straight into a lamp post." "Do you still ride your bike?" "Oh, yes. When I stop at the traffic lights, I keep my right foot on the pedal and place my left foot on the ground. That way, with my skirt up, my panties are clearly visible. The secret is to open my legs enough to show my panties without making it obvious. It's the art of appearing completely innocent that's not easy to accomplish. Any girl on a bike can open her legs and show her panties but she'll probably come across as a tart." "Have you ever tried to get your own way by showing your panties?" "Yes, I have used my little trick to get my own way. The first time was when I wanted to go to a party. My uncle was in the "Have to spoken to other girls about this?" " I did speak to a couple of friends. They didn't know what I was on about and asked me why I'd want to open my legs and show my panties to old men. Later, one of them said that she thought me a tart. The majority of girls know nothing about what I call panty power. It's innocent fun, as far as I'm concerned. Perhaps innocent is the wrong word, but you know what I mean." "Have you ever gone further than showing your panties?" "I'm still at college and, a couple of weeks ago, one of the male tutors was having a go at me about my homework. I was sitting at my desk and he was at his desk in front of the class. When he wasn't looking, I yanked my panties up and parted my thighs. He turned and faced me again and said that my homework had to be on his desk first thing the following morning Then, staring beneath my desk, he went quiet. He mumbled something and gave me a week to finish my homework. I knew that he could see my pussy lips ballooning either side of my panties. Since then, he's been very nice to me. To keep in with him, I usually allow him to see my bulging pussy lips at least once a day. He never has a go at me now." "When you exposed your panties to me on the train, were you after something?" "Nothing, apart from a bit of fun. After a boring day at college, I was in need of some excitement. Showing my panties to men gives me a thrill. I watch their faces, follow their gazes to my naked thighs, my tight panties, and it makes me feel good. My stomach somersaults when they stare at my panties. I knew that I was safe on the train because there were loads of people around. I knew that all you could do was look, wish, imagine... It's great fun, I love it." "Have you heard of cameltoe?"
"Yes, and I've been practicing. The way I displayed my pussy lips to my tutor was going over the top, showing too much too soon. Rather than yank my panties up into my crack and force my lips out either side, which can appear pretty obvious, I make sure that the material, usually white cotton, is pulled up just tight enough to follow the contour of my pussy lips. When I sit with my thighs parted, I appear completely oblivious to my exhibitionism. Getting it right is quite an art, but the men love it. Actually seeing the shape of my pussy lips and my crack through my cotton panties fires the imagination. It really is an art and, the secret is to come across as totally oblivious and innocent." "Has anyone ever said anything about you showing your panties?" "Yes, about two months ago. I was sitting on the grass in the park with my legs crossed when a man actually accused me of deliberately showing him my panties. He was right, of course. He'd been sitting on a nearby bench and I'd taken the opportunity to play my naughty games. After all, that's what I'd gone to the park for. Anyway, he came over to me and accused me of deliberately showing him my panties. I played innocent and said that I didn't know what he was talking about. I was safe enough in the park as there were plenty of other people around. I always make sure that I'm safe before playing my games, like I did on the train. The man then asked my to show him what I had inside my panties, so I got up and walked away. And that was that." "Would you ever go further? I mean, if a boy asked you to show him more, would you do it?" "Going with a boy is different. What I do with my panties is a game. I show off my panties to older men to arouse them – and arouse myself. With a boy I was going out with, it would be totally different. If we got on well, then we'd probably get round to having sex. By the way, I'm still a virgin. I've never met a boy I've liked enough to have sex with. The panty thing is a game, it has nothing to do with boyfriends. It's not something that's designed to lead to sex. Boys would think that I was giving them the come-on if I flashed my panties to them, and that would be no fun. Older men believe that I'm inadvertently displaying my panties, and that's the thrill. Playing the innocent little schoolgirl… That's the name of my game." "Would you take money in return for showing your panties?" "No, I wouldn't. But I have been given money. I often stay for a sleep-over at my friends house. Her parents have split up and she lives with her dad. I was sitting on the sofa with my friend one evening and my skirt had ridden up. Her dad was opposite me in an armchair and I noticed him looking between my legs. That was one of the few times I hadn't realized that I was showing my panties, one of those rare occasions when it wasn't deliberate. I then started playing my games, making sure that he could see my panties whenever I had the opportunity. He often gives me five-pounds when I go round to his house. He calls it pocket money, but I know what it's for. So, I don't take money for showing my panties but I am given money. If you see what I mean?" "What about your breasts? Do you discreetly allow men a peek?" "Yes, but that's not so easy. There are a couple of ways I show my breasts, but it's not easy. The first way is to wear a baggy T-shirt with large arm holes. I lean forward a little and reach up to a shelf or whatever and, if a man looks into the arm hole from the side, he'll see my breast. I don't wear a bra, of course. The problem is that I can't keep reaching up because it would be obvious. I can only do it once or twice with any one man. Another way is to wear a loose fitting blouse, again with no bra, and lean forward so that the blouse hangs away from my body. That's a trick I do at college sometimes. Sitting at my desk, I lean forward when I'm writing. The tutors often walk around the class looking at people's work and, when they get to me, they have a good look down my blouse. I only do it to male tutors, of course." "Is there anything else you do with your panties or your breasts?" "I've learned a lot over the years. For example, I've learned that wearing a bikini doesn't work. Men look, of course, but it's not the same. Wearing a short skirt and bending over to show my panties works, but it's too obvious. As I said before, it's an art. I've spent hours practicing in front of a mirror and I'm always looking for opportunities to show my panties or my breasts. One secret is to look as thought I'm preoccupied, and a good way to do that is to make out that I'm watching television. If my dad's friend comes round, I sit on the floor watching television with my knees up to my chin. He stares at me, at my bulging panties, and it obviously excites him. It excites me, too." "I asked you earlier whether you'd ever go further. Have you been tempted to go without your panties?" "I thought you'd ask me that. My uncle was round and I'd just come out of the shower. I was rummaging through my drawer looking for a particular pair of panties but I couldn't find them. In a moment of madness, I decided to play my games without wearing any panties. My hair was wet and I said that I'd just had a shower as I walked into the lounge. I said that to prepare the way for showing him my pussy. The idea being that he'd think I'd just dressed and had simply forgotten to put my panties on. My mum went to make some tea so I sat on the sofa opposite my uncle. I felt really nervous, my hands were shaking and I didn't think that I'd be able to do it. Making out that I was watching television, I finally parted my thighs. I realized that I was going way over the top. The game was supposed to be a tease by showing my panties, not blatantly showing my pussy. But I felt naughty, and I wanted to see his reaction. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He was staring at me, at my pussy lips, at my crack. And I felt really excited. I'd never known a feeling like it before. I felt really good inside, I felt sexy. You see, at my age, I can get away with it. My uncle comes round, I've just had a shower, and I've forgotten to put my panties on. It's all so innocent. As far as he's concerned, anyway." "Have you done that in front of other men?" "Yes, but I've had to be very careful. It's all very well not wearing panties at home, but I could never do it at college. But I have done it on the beach. The first time was when I'd been for a swim. I'd taken my bikini off to change into my clothes. I was sitting on the sand with a towel around me when I noticed that the man some yards in front of me was looking at me. Adjusting my towel, I parted my feet just enough so he could see my pussy. Luckily, I'd taken a magazine with me so I made out that I was reading as he stared at me. I've done that several times on the beach. Although I say it myself, I'm very good at appearing to be totally innocent." "You said earlier that your games excite you. You also said that you're a virgin. So, what do you do when you've aroused yourself by showing your panties or your pussy to men?" "Well, I... I'll tell you about that another time."
I gave Carrie my phone number before she left. Hopefully, she'll tell me more at some stage. But, for now, that's it. I hope you've enjoyed the article and the interview. Copyright Tony Graves © 2005 |
"For years, I've been aware of men trying to see my knickers," Carrie explains. "My first recollection goes back to my teens when I was on a swing in the park. My legs were high in the air, and wide apart, and I noticed a man staring at me. He was making out that he was looking at something else, but I knew that he was gazing up my skirt at the tight patch of material swelling between my legs. After that day, I was aware that men were aware of me."
lounge and my mum was saying that I wasn't allowed to go to my friend's party. He took my side the minute I sat on the sofa with my thighs apart. I made sure that my mum couldn't see, but my uncle had a good view of my panties. He offered to drop me off at the party and pick me up later. Mum then changed her mind and said that I could go. He didn't try anything in the car, he wouldn't do that. But he did begin to take far more of an interest in me. I often allowed him to spy my panties when he came round and my parents weren't looking. It was fun. And I know he liked it. He still does. "
ANOTHER TALE OF PANTY FLASHING Having read the above interview, a young lady by the name of Melissa
I'm eighteen and I've been flashing my panties for years. My first time, the first time I became aware of it, was when I was sitting on a bus with my mum. I hadn't realized that my panties were showing until I noticed that the man opposite was gazing up my skirt. Naughty though it was, I parted my thighs further so he'd get a better look. Throughout the journey, he sat with his eyes transfixed on my panties. I loved the feeling it gave me. Naughty, sexy, rude… It made me feel great.
Later that day, I looked through my drawer and found a pair of panties that I'd had for years and had now out grown. They were far too small for me, which was exactly what I'd wanted. The narrow strip of material running between my thighs was nowhere near wide enough to conceal my pussy. The panties didn't sink into my crack, but my lips were clearly visible either side of the material. Now, all I needed was an opportunity to play my new game. And I didn't have to wait very long. It was a warm evening, and my parents had a few friends round for a barbeque. I sat on the lawn facing a man who was sitting From that day, I've always displayed my panties to men. Innocently, discreetly, I've allowed dozens of men to see my tight panties. And why not? There's no harm in it. They enjoy it and it makes me feel really horny. Luv, Melissa.
YET ANOTHER PANTY FLASHING EXPERIENCE Reading the interview, and Melissa's e-mail, I decided to send an e-mail telling of my experience. Looking back, I realize how stupid and naïve I was. But, at that age, most girls are stupid and naïve. Aren't they? I was at a friend's birthday party with about a dozen other girls. We were all in the garden, sitting around on the lawn, and Melinda's mum and dad were supplying us with sandwiches and Coke. I noticed that Melinda's dad kept staring at me, but had no idea why. He didn't seem interested in the other girls but, every time I looked up, he was gazing at me. We were all wearing short skirts and skimpy tops because that was the in thing. Besides, it was summer. But, why had he singled me out? There were several girls there who were far more attractive than me. And some had skirts shorter than mine. So, what was it about me? After the party, we were all getting ready to leave and I went up to the loo. To my horror, I realized why he'd been staring at me. I'd been in such a hurry to get ready to go to the party that I'd forgotten to put my panties on. It had been a genuine mistake. What with my mother calling for me to hurry up as she was ready to give me a lift, I'd virtually thrown my clothes on – and forgotten my panties. I wasn't aware that I was naked beneath my short skirt. I'd have thought that I'd have realized, but I'd had I was so embarrassed as I went down to the hall. As I neared the front door, he looked at me and smiled. He then slipped me a ten-pound note and said how much he'd enjoyed having me round. Clutching the money in my hand, I didn't know what to say. He then said that, if he enjoyed my next visit, he'd give me another ten-pounds. I just about managed to mumble goodbye, and then I left. The following weekend, Melinda asked me to go round to her place so that we could work on our school project together. I wasn't sure what to do as I didn't want to have to face her dad. I'd been thinking about the money all week, and was in now two minds. Ten-pounds for doing nothing, apart from not wearing any panties and sitting with my thighs apart, was easy money. Of course, I knew that it was wrong. It was wrong of me to flash my pussy in return for cash, and it was wrong of him to pay me for allowing him to look. I finally convinced myself that there was no real harm in flashing my pussy. No one would know, apart from Melinda's dad, and the cash would come in really handy. As I walked to Melinda's house, naked beneath my short skirt, I kept thinking that I was doing nothing wrong. All girls looked the same between their legs, so what did it matter? No one would know, all girls looked the same, I needed the money, there was no harm in it… The sun was shining, so we sat at the patio table to do out work. Melinda's dad was conveniently doing some gardening, weeding or something, and he kept looking up at me. Turning my chair so that I was side on to the table, and facing him, I finally plucked up the courage to part my thighs. Just a little, at first, as I didn't want to appear too eager. He smiled at me and nodded his head, obviously indicating that he liked what he could see. I felt embarrassed again, and guilty. But I kept thinking about the money. Ten-pounds every time he enjoyed my visit? Before I left, he gave me the cash and asked me when I'd next be round. I said that I didn't know when. At that point, I was feeling guilty again. Full of remorse as I walked home, I decided not to do it again. It was wrong, I wouldn't do it again, that was the end of it. The summer holiday stared, no school for six weeks, and Melinda invited me round. I couldn't say no, I didn't want to say no. We got on really well together, so why should I keep away from her house? I was hoping that her dad would be out as I arrived. If he was in, then I'd suggest to Melinda that we go up to her room. I'd thought about wearing jeans, but it was an amazingly hot evening and I'd decided on my short skirt. With panties, of course. Melinda was wearing a bikini and insisted that we sit in the garden as she was trying to get a suntan. Reluctantly joining her on the patio, I felt my heart sink as I noticed her dad messing about with the barbeque. Not once, did I look at him or catch his eye. Until Melinda went into the house to answer the phone. He came over to the table and asked me what the problem was. I said that wasn't doing it anymore as it was wrong. Then, to my surprise, he dropped twenty-pounds on to the table. Gazing at the money, I was tempted. But I'd made my decision and wanted to stick to it. He then reassured me by saying that there was no harm in it, all girls were the same so what was the problem, the money would be useful… Like a fool, I believed him when he said that I was the most attractive girl he'd ever seen. Out of all Melinda's friends, I was the prettiest. I took the money and went up to the loo and slipped my panties off. I have to admit to feeling a lot easier as I sat at the table showing off my pussy. Melinda was sunning herself and had no idea what was going on, her mum was out somewhere, I'd made a total of forty-pounds… We were all happy, there was no problem. I found that I was parting my thighs further, clearly showing off my crack and pussy lips. And I quite enjoyed the experience. There was no problem. Until the next time I went to Melinda's house. Her dad answered the door and invited me in. He said that Melinda was out, but I should wait for her as he wanted to talk to me. Maybe I'll tell the rest of my story some day. Maybe not. Anon.
MORE PANTY FLASHING I came across this web site two weeks ago and read the interview and e-mails. Although I'm far from prudish, I'd never dreamed of showing off my panties. But the idea intrigued me and, the more I thought about it, the more I was tempted to do it. Not wanting to risk trying it at school, I waited until the weekend. Wearing a short skirt and a very tight pair of thin white panties, I went to the local park. But there was no one around. I walked into town, but didn't have an opportunity to show off my panties. I even took a bus home, but found myself sitting alone. Back home, I felt really pissed off. I'd been waiting all week to flash my panties, and hadn't had a chance.
Then, my luck really changed. The man from next door came round to see my dad. They were chatting in the lounge so I sat next to my dad on the sofa, opposite the man in the armchair. Reading a magazine, I parted my thighs. I could see him looking at my panties, and the feeling it gave me was amazing. I felt really horny. My dad left the room to get something, so I parted my thighs further. My neighbour asked me how I was getting on at school and then said what a lovely young lady I was becoming. Lowering my magazine, I kept my legs open as I chatted to him. Before my dad came back, he asked me whether I'd like to earn some money by going round to his place to do some housework. He was about thirty years old, lived alone and worked all week, so he had little time to clean the house. I agreed, and so did my dad. I went to his house and he asked me to start with the lounge. I knew that he was hoping to see my panties as he dragged out the vacuum cleaner. And I wasn't going to disappoint him. Rolling the top of my skirt over, the hem rising by a couple of inches, I was ready. My T-shirt covered the top of my skirt so he wouldn't be able to see that I'd rolled it over. Saying that he had to catch up with his office work, he sat on the sofa and with some papers and I started vacuuming. Leaning over slightly as I worked, I felt really horny. I knew that he could see my panties, and I wondered what he was thinking. I then sat on the floor and dusted the television and video recorder. He stared at the tight patch of material between my thighs as I worked. I tried not to make it obvious, but I knew that I wasn't doing a very good job of it. Unfortunately, it was all over too soon. He paid me and suggested that I go round every weekend. I agreed and was about to leave when he asked me to wear my short skirt again. He then gave me some extra money and said that I was welcome to go round any evening during the week. I know that he'll want to see more than my panties at some stage. I also know that he's too old for me, but he's very good looking. One thing is certain, panty flashing works. Where it will end, I'm not sure. But it's exciting, and profitable. From Anna.
PANTY FLASHING, AND THEN... Hi, I'm Diana. My friend and I read the Tony Graves interview with interest. Then we read the e-mails from girls with panty flashing experiences. My friend said that the girls were tarts and were asking for trouble. She's a prude and she said that she'd never dreamed of showing her panties to anyone. Feeling rather guilty, I thought, no way am I going to tell my story. If she found out what I'd been doing for years, she'd never speak to me again. My friend went home and I read the e-mails again. I then realized that, if I changed my name, no one would know who I was. So, I decided to take the plunge. Here goes…
From that day forward, I showed my knickers to several of my brother's friends on a regular basis. The downside was that my brother began taking half the money. He said it was his commission. The weeks passed, and I cut my brother out of the business. After a couple of years, I was lifting my mini skirt and showing off my tight panties – for five-pounds. The father of one of the boys I'd been flashing to came round to arrange something with my parents about my brother and his son. They were going to a concert and lifts to and from the venue were being sorted out. I found myself alone with this man in the lounge, and thought it strange when he pushed the door closed. He said that he'd heard about my panty business and wanted to become a regular customer. He pulled five-pounds from his pocket and asked me to show him my panties. Grabbing the money before my parents returned, I lifted my skirt and displayed my tight pink panties. I thought nothing of it until I bumped into him on the common as I was walking home from school one afternoon. He said that he had another five-pounds and he wanted another look at my panties. I agreed, so we slipped behind a bush. I lifted my skirt, showed him my white panties, and took the money. That was that, or so I'd thought. I was about to go when he said that he wanted a longer look. Just a quick flash wasn't worth five-pounds. Maybe I was naïve, maybe I was young and stupid, but I'd been showing my panties to boys for years and had made a lot of I lifted my skirt again and he started talking about my panties. He said that they were very tight and he could see the bulge of my pussy lips. He then asked me to pull the front of my panties down. I'd never done that before, and I told him that I didn't go that far. He grinned and asked me whether ten-pounds would be enough to tempt me. He was a nice enough man and he'd been to our house several times, so I didn't think that he'd try anything. He said that he only wanted to look, so I agreed and took the money. Holding my skirt up, I lowered the front of my panties and showed him my crack. Staring at my pussy, he kept saying how beautiful I was, how attractive and sexy I was. He then asked whether I'd mind him touching me there. Pulling my panties up and lowering my skirt, I said that I'd gone far enough and was going home. He offered me another ten-pounds, but I said no. That night in bed, I kept thinking about the money. I'd taken ten-pounds from the man, and could have made twenty had I allowed him to touch me. I was beginning to realize the potential of my business venture, but wasn't sure how far to go. Once he'd touched me, he'd want to do more. He might even want me to touch him, and I wasn't going to do that. I knew that I could earn a lot of money, but how far should I go? The following afternoon, he met me on the common again. He wanted to see my crack and offered me ten-pounds. We went behind the bush and I pulled my panties down. He knelt on the ground and said how perfectly formed my pussy lips were. He said that they were puffy and full. He offered me another ten-pounds and asked me whether he could stroke my pussy. He assured me that he only wanted to stroke me. Twenty-pounds for five minutes behind the bush? I took the money and agreed. I'd never been touched there before, and the feel of his fingertips stroking the lips of my pussy sent quivers through me. This wasn't just easy money, it was fun and extremely pleasant. He parted my lips slightly, and I knew that he wanted to look inside my crack. I didn't mind that as I was beginning to feel quivery and warm all over. He stroked my inner bits, making me my heart race. Breathing heavily, I didn't stop him as he pushed a finger into my tight hole. He massaged inside me, making me feel incredibly sexy. My legs were sagging, my hands trembling… It was a wonderful feeling. Hearing voices, people walking past, he slipped his finger out of my pussy and stood up. I pulled my panties up and that was that. As we walked across the common, he asked me whether we could meet again the following afternoon. He offered me another twenty-pounds, and I thought that he must be rich. I was sure that I'd soon be rich if I carried on like this. I agreed to meet him again. I realize now that this was the classic middle-aged man enticing a young schoolgirl scenario. But, at the time, all I could think about was the pleasure he'd brought me – and the money I was earning. My pocket money was five-pounds a week. Twenty-pounds for ten minutes behind a bush was amazing. The word, prostitution, hadn't entered my head. My friend had talked about tarts, but I was having fun and didn't think for one minute that I was behaving like a tart. I met the man, he gave me the money, and we slipped behind the bush again. This time, he wanted to pull my panties down. I agreed and he knelt on the ground and I lifted my skirt up. He pulled my panties down to my knees and began stroking my pussy lips. Soon, his finger was inside me, feeling, massaging, caressing… I felt quivery as he withdrew his finger and pushed into me again and again. In out, in out, of my tight pussy, making me wet, making me glow all over and feel very sexy. I was so wet that my pussy cream was running down my thighs. I'd been wet before when I'd played with myself, but never like this. Then, he slipped his finger out and I thought that it was all over. When I felt his tongue there, running up and down my crack, I gasped and trembled. As he licked me, I had to hold on to his head to stop myself from crumpling to the ground. His tongue then worked on my clitoris, snaking around my sex bud, sweeping over the tip. I came like I'd never come before. The sensations were incredible, and lasted for ages as he licked and sucked on my clitoris. I was amazed to think that I was being paid for this. I was dripping wet, my body trembling all over, my clitoris pulsating in his hot mouth… I'd found heaven. I met him on the common two or three times each week, and earned myself a lot of money. He never once wanted to go further, and he never asked me to touch him. I finally left school and got a boyfriend. But I still met the man on the common. Even now that I'm married, I call round to his house sometimes. Nothing's changed. He pulls my panties down, fingers and licks me to orgasm, and that's that. He's happy, and so am I. In a way, I suppose I am a prostitute.
PANTY SUCKING?
After a day at school, and several flashing episodes with teachers, my panties were soaking wet with my pussy juice. At home, I slipped them off and was about to toss them into the wash basket but, for some reason, I held them to my face and sniffed them. I then pushed my tongue out and tasted the stained and very wet crotch. The taste was heavenly, and my arousal heightened and I lay on my bed and masturbated myself to a massive orgasm. After that, I regularly sucked on my wet panties. Sometimes, I'd push them into my vagina and allow them to soak up my juices for an hour or so. I was soon taking my panties to bed each night and sucking the creamy-wet crotch as I fell asleep. It's far better than sucking my thumb!
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The second time was deliberate. I was sitting in the back garden reading a magazine when I noticed the man next door cutting a bush by the fence. I saw him look at me a couple of times, so I parted my thighs and exposed my panties. Watching him over the top of my magazine, I slid forward on my chair. My skirt rode up and I parted my thighs even further. He stared at me for ages and, again, it made me feel very sexy. I hadn't discovered masturbation at that age, but I was aware that my clitoris was hard and extremely sensitive. I also realized that my panties were becoming very wet.
opposite a woman. She had her back to me, but he could clearly see me. I was wearing a short summer dress and made out that I was playing with my iPod as I crossed my legs. He gazed at me, and I knew that he could see my small panties. As he stared at my pussy lips bulging out either side of my panties, I felt shaky and my panties became very wet. I moved about on the lawn, stretching my legs, bringing my knees up to my chin, and gave him a lovely show.
no idea. Obviously, the other girls hadn't noticed. But Melinda's dad must have seen everything.
My luck changed a little when my aunt and uncle came round. I sat opposite my uncle in the lounge and parted my thighs. He stared at my pink panties, obviously enjoying the view as he didn't answer my aunt when she asked him something. The problem was that she turned her head and saw what he was looking at. She leaned over and said something to him, and that was the end of that. But, short lived as it was, I'd had a taste – and liked it very much.
I'd never thought about flashing my panties until my brother brought a friend home after school one afternoon. This boy said something along the lines of… Wow, your little sister's horny. I didn't know what he was on about. Horny? What did that mean? My brother laughed and jokingly said that I'd show him my knickers for a pound. The boy passed me the money, and I looked at my brother and frowned. He smiled at me and said that it was easy money, so I lifted my skirt up. Great, I'd earned a pound.
money. Whenever I'd gone into town with my friends on Saturday mornings, I'd always been the one who had money. At the time, I'd thought that I was the clever one, the resourceful one. Never had I thought myself to be a tart.
Hi, I'm Liz. I'm a schoolgirl and I regularly flash my panties on the bus or train or wherever I can. I've been flashing my panties ever since I can remember. At first, it wasn't a sexual thing. It was fun, an exciting game. I'd sit with my legs open and my panties on display, and enjoy the looks and attention I received from men. I got into the habit of wearing short skirts rather than jeans so that I could show off my panties whenever the opportunity arose. As time passed, I became aware of my sexuality, my femininity, and flashing my tight little panties turned me on. I also became aware of my pussy juice soaking into my panties.