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The Upskirt Man

I was born and raised on a small farm in northern Europe. The only thing I remember from my childhood getting me sexually aroused was looking at womens underwear in my mothers fashion catalogs. I had been touching myself since I was about 10 years old without reaching orgasm. But I can clearly remember having my first.

One day when I was 13 I had been out helping my father building a new barn. I went inside the house to the kitchen to have something to drink. Nobobdy was home so I couldn't resist looking at some lingerie. Sitting at the table I soon enough got a hardon and because I was alone I dared to take my cock out of my trousers and slowly stroking it while looking at all the beautiful women in their underwear. Especially I liked pictures of women in slips and half-slips when it was possible to see the panties through the nylon fabric.

It felt really good and after a while I had this new strong feeling in my penis that almost made me faint. To my surprise it shot out a few drops of some clear liquid on the floor. I was amazed and very proud I remember thinking 'now I'm able to make a woman pregnant'.

After that day I was hooked, I masturbated many times every day and had a large collection of catalogs with my favourite pictures.

Beside reading catalogs I was very interested in looking up womens skirts, trying to see their slips and panties. As a small boy I used to play under the the table when my mother had her friends at home and they never understood what I was doing. Of course as time went by I found out many other ways, walking behind them on stairs and so on.

One of the best memories is from the public library, I spent a lot of time there because of my interest in books. A new girl started to work there, she was about 25 and I was 15. She was really nice, slim body, blonde hair and the best of all, she always wore short, pleated skirts. Usually I had a hardon as soon as I saw her and I thought a lot of her when I masturbated.

One evening about half an hour before closing time I was the only visitor, sitting behind a shelf and secretly watching her while reading a book. She was sitting behind her desk but suddenly she stood up and took a trolley full of books and moved it to the shelf beside the one I was sitting at. Then she went back for a ladder and my heart was speeding up as I realized that she was going to climb the ladder. And she did, she climbed to the top to reach the upper shelf and for about five minutes I had the nicest view of her pantyhose-covered legs and little white panties under the short, blue skirt. I stroked my cock just a little through my pants, just to tease it. But I went too far, a load twice as big as usual soiled my pants and I had to leave in a hurry.

After that event I spent so much time as possible at the library and many times I was able to look up her skirt. After the winter she left for another town and I still miss her and still masturbate to the memories.


Posted on: 2005-11-23 00:00:00 | Author: