Up The Skirt Peeping Gets Me A Big Workplace Surprise – #Erotica

Peeping up the skirt finally gets me busted!

Up the skirt views had been my thing for a very long time.  There wasn’t much that got me going like the soft mound covered in cotton panties between a girl’s legs.  And since I was a teenager, I’d sought out glimpses, glances, or if I was lucky, long head on stares at those beautiful private panty poofs.  When I was young, I fantasized about what kind of job I could get that would allow for me to get the greatest number of stolen peeks up the skirts of women when I got older.  Shoe salesman at a high-end women’s shoe store came to mind.  I’d fantasize about kneeling down with that box of size seven Gucci heels and slipping it onto Cinderella’s beautiful foot and looking straight up between her legs as I did.  I imagined them sitting with those pussies of theirs in direct alignment with my field of vision and helping customer after customer find the perfect heels as I’d get to catch glimpse after glimpse of panty covered private parts between their legs opened ever so slightly while sitting in my chairs.

While that was always a fun fantasy when I was young, it’s not how things actually played out for me.   Instead, I ended up working in an office setting where I’d have to work much harder if I wanted to see up the skirts of women throughout my workdays.  But I didn’t let that stop me.  There was a stunning coworker for instance, named Julia.  Julia had a body that turned every head in the building.  She had long dark blonde waves that elegantly curved around her sexy jawline and around the edges of her face.  Her lips were always painted bright red like she just stepped out of a pin up model magazine, and due to the way our desks were placed, I frequently looked up from mine to see her legs parted in her tight pencil skirts underneath hers.  Seeing up the skirt of beautiful Julia became my daily joy.  I’d watch her walk by, the skirts she wore always hugging her perfect ass, and she was sure to unknowingly flash me little glimpses of the prettiest panties underneath her skirts and dresses at least several times a day.

One day I looked up from the stack of folders and the computer screen that had my eyes exhausted and had been giving me a headache.  I pulled off my glass and rubbed my eyes, resting my frustrated head on my hands for a moment and escaping into my head for a small break before coming back to the land of the living.  When I opened my eyes and slid my glasses back down, I saw Julia’s open legs under her desk once again and that view never got old.  It was better than the all-glass top floor office with a snowcapped mountain view as far as I was concerned.  In my world, I’d hit the jackpot working across the room from her for those few years.  This was a dress down day in the building, and for Julia, that meant a cute denim skirt and those blonde waves pulled up into a swinging ponytail that bounced and swung with her step as she walked making her even more adorable… if that was possible.  She was wearing these summery wedge heels and had a red t-shirt that clung to her ample breasts under it and matched the lipstick painting her perfect lips.  I was in love.  And it seemed co-worker Julia had a little something for me too, as I was about to find out.

See, that day I guess I stared a bit too long at the baby pink panties that she was wearing up under that cute little denim skirt.  I felt a slight bulge beginning to form in my pants as I had a completely clear view of the special little spot hidden tucked away between her legs and up under her skirt.  The fabric clung to the damp pussy under it.   The center was pushed in between the lips just slightly in a camel toe form.  God is she so damn hot.  I said to myself as I got lost in the sweet little pink cotton camel toe up her skirt.  All the sudden it occurred to me I’d been staring way too long and when I snapped out of my hypnotic up the skirt pussy mound trance, Julia was staring back at me with a shocked and then pissed looked on her face.  My eyes must’ve been huge and if I was a blusher I’d have been as red as lobster when our eyes locked and angry Julia pulled away in a prissy, offended manner, crossing her legs and pursing her lips before getting back to her paperwork.  Ah man.  I thought to myself.  You’re probably in for some sexual harassment complaint now you idiot!  I added in my own head before getting ready to finish up my Friday and hope to forget about getting caught peeking up Julia’s skirt and humiliating myself.  That wouldn’t be so easy though.

“I’ve seen you looking up my skirt.  Between my legs.  On more than one occasion Bryan.”  I heard in a soft whisper behind my right ear.  The smell of sweet perfume enveloping me in the essence of beautiful Julia, who had come over to make this known before heading out for the night.  “Wait until Monday.  I have a special surprise for you.”  She said before looking back over her shoulder with the sexiest, most confusing smile on her way to round the corner to the elevator and head home for weekend.  What the hell did she mean by that!?  I asked myself quietly while I ran my hands fanatically through my hair with worry.  I cannot lose his job!  God I’m such an ass! No one wants some perv sneaking peeks of their panties up their skirts at work!  I reminded myself as I frustratingly gathered my stuff and closed up my desk and computer to leave.  “So much for the stress-free weekend of relaxation.”  I said in a low voice audible to only myself as I headed down the hall mentally scolding myself the whole way as I headed down the car parking lot.

I stressed most of the weekend.   Figuring I’d certainly be called into the HR office on Monday morning.  I mean, it would be her word against mine, wouldn’t it?  I wondered with a beer in my hand on the way to my mouth as I watched a late movie on Saturday night.  “Hell with it!  That little pussy hidden up Julia’s skirt has given me so much pleasure these last few years, I’m not going to worry about it.  If it’s a problem, I’ll easily get another job.”  I said, convincing my own self to let it go and enjoy the rest of my weekend regardless of what was to come.  For the most part I was able to do just that and when Monday morning came, I faced the music, tied my tie and headed on up to the fourth floor to my desk.  When I got there, Julia was already there.  Typically, she arrived a bit after me, so this was great, she must’ve come in to report me.  I figured silently as I made my way to my desk.

I will say that Julia looked different than usual.  She looked hotter.  Sexier, if that was possible.  She was wearing a tight black skirt, black stockings and a shiny red button-down blouse.  She smiled and then looked immediately back down at her work as I got to my desk and found a yellow sealed envelope with my name on it waiting there for me.  Well, here it comes.  I said to myself grabbing it to see what was inside.  I reached in and there was small square stack of something wrapped in a ribbon and a silk scarf.  There was a series of printed photographs and note that read: “Since you like looking up my skirt so much.  I thought you might enjoy these.  Love, Julia.”

I flopped to my seat laughing in disbelief as well as relief, I will admit, as I leafed through a stack of pictures of Julia’s sweet little pussy in various kinds of panties.  Up a black skirt with dark purple satin panties trimmed with lace.  Up a white skirt with baby blue cotton panties and a slight camel toe.  Up a tennis skirt with white cotton panties soaked in sweat after a game.  I now had to hide a rock-hard boner, and when I looked up at Julia, she opened her legs a little too wide for lady under that desk and deliberately gave me an up the skirt flash of her bright red satin panties between the sexy black stockings on those perfect legs.   She licked her lips and winked at me.  Julia liked it and I was now working in up the skirt view heaven, with permission.