I’ve been a life long lover of looking up skirts. Some of my earliest recollections of girls are looking up their skirts. I was perhaps 3 or 4, but life got a lot more interesting when I was 10 and older. There are so many stories, and, as they say, so little time. Here are a couple that stand out at the moment. I was about 16, in 11th grade, it was a hot late spring day. I was on the roof of our school, supposedly studying (we were allowed to take breaks and in between class times on the roof. I was with two very pretty girls a year younger than I, Barbara and Susie. A word about each. Susie was very small and totally cute. Her sister was in my class and her sister, Judy, almost daily showed off her panties as she would sit with her leg crossed one over the other, wide…she almost always wore either white or yellow cotton bikinis, and the boys would place bets on which she’d be wearing that day. (OK, more on Judy. She was also small, but somewhat larger than her sister. When Judy would sit on the floor or grass, or sometimes lie on her back, she’d pull up her legs, totally revealing her panties. I actually took a couple of pictures of her, long ago posted on the old newsgroups….back to Susie.) As much as Judy would reveal her panties, Susie didn’t. In fact I rarely saw her panties. Barbara and Susie were very close friends. Barbara had wonderfully large and firm breasts, and her bra would often be revealed under her shirts and blouses. She was a total turn on, sometimes revealing her panties as well, but not very often. This particular day I was lying reading (in fact I began by really reading), while Susie and Barbara were sitting with their backs against a wall, talking about some poetry assignment they had. I would look at them occasionally, but didn’t pay much attention. Then I noticed that Susie was sitting with her legs crossed, her skirt up, but I couldn’t see her panties. I quickly forgot about my reading and kept looking at her lovely legs. Then she did what I had hoped, deeply absorbed in her poetry and talking to Barbara, totally ignoring me and what she was about to reveal. She pulled both legs up and apart by about 18 inches, neatly and primly pulling her dress to her knees. From her point of view, she was properly covered. But from mine, no way. Her thin, pure white cotton panties were pulled tight against her butt and pussy, outlining her girl/womanhood very, very clearly. I was immediately super hard. I realized that both girls were not looking at me at all and I just stared at Susie’s panties and legs. Her panties were pure white. I was in heaven, or so I thought. I didn’t realize that heaven could get better. I have no idea how long I looked at Susie, perhaps a minute, perhaps five or more, when Barbara also pulled her legs up, in almost the identical position as Susie. Her panties, too, were white cotton, but somewhat thicker than Susie, but pulled against her very tightly also. What was different sent me through the roof, well, not, since I was on the roof. But it did send me. Her panties were quite damp, almost wet, and tinged yellow…as if (perhaps she did) peed in them at some recent point. I couldn’t believe it. (I’ve always loved damp and dribbled in panties.) I found myself even harder than before…and on the edge of cumming in my pants…which I did within a minute, in spite of my (best??) efforts not to since I was wearing tan pants. And yes, the obvious happened: I had a very, very big wet stain on my pants, and did the obvious, pulled my shirt out as I was getting up, but that was to be at least 15 minutes away. I stared at both girls’ panties and legs after I came, still turned, fearing embarrassment, but love the sight, especially of Barbara. Both girls sat that way for another 5 or more minutes, and then one and then the other shifted to a more modest position. I recovered, barely. The girls obviously noticed my pulled out shirt, but said nothing…Years later I told Barbara about the incident at a party, and she recalled absolutely nothing about it…she did confirm however that in high school and afterwards, she would sometime pee in her panties a bit if she was desperate for a toilet. Fast forward: In my 30’s I knew a girl, an undergraduate student, with whom I had a relationship. She had a strong exhibitionist streak in her, which I loved, and enjoyed showing off her ample breasts and nice legs and ass. She had a friend who found this interesting, and the two of them provided me a lovely lingerie show one evening. From this I suggested I’d really get turned on by both of them ‘innocently’ showing off in a very public place, while I watched, they pretending they didn’t know me. Being a voyeur of long standing, this appealed a lot, and later that week on my girlfriend’s campus both girls, one spring day, wore somewhat short skirts, and sat on the grass in the centre of campus eating their lunches and talking. I sat about 25 feet away, and each girl would keep adjusting her skirt and legs, making sure to reveal their panties, sometimes just in quick flashes, other times sitting so it was easy to see up their skirts. Over the next 45 minutes about 8 or 10 guys managed (along with others) to gather around them, watching them, as I was. It was a real turn on. I don’t think any of the guys knew it was put up. We all met afterwards and both girls found the power over guys from ‘innocently’ show off a turn on.