Intentional Upskirt

When I was in college, I had a professor who was stone cold gorgeous and always wore short skirts. She was probably in her early forties. She paced up and down the aisles of the class like a nervous caged animal. Every now and then she would pause and sit down -- not in the chair behind her desk, but on top of the desk itself. The manner in which she crossed her legs was somewhat less than perfectly modest. The guys in the class always tried to get there early to sit in the front row, because when she did the leg-cross bit while perched on top of the desk we could see about two inches of "white triangle." I remember a few lunch time discussions in which the guys in the class assumed she was just clueless, but the girls from the class all insisted she was a prick tease and doing it on purpose.

One way or the other, I loved it.

Some years later, I dated a woman who freely admitted that she had frequently flashed her boyfriends. At the time I dated her, she was exploring the limits of her sexuality. She said she knew she had a bit of an exhibitionist streak to her personality and wouldn't mind trying it. We always went to posh, upscale clubs to avoid confrontations with drunken rednecks, and when she was sitting at the bar stool every man in the room could have easily gotten a couple of inches of her "classic" white triangle. I guess she really was a bit of an exhibitionist, because her little public panty shows made her just as horny as they made me, and we always had fabulous sex afterwards.
 
Boys, as much as I know what I can do by accidentally flashing my panties or revealing a little cleavage, can you tell me just why you like to see my undergarments?
I liken it to wrapping paper on a present, it’s a promise of something special that is hidden inside, and we guys are visual creatures so we look and want to see the wrapping paper and maybe catch a glimpse behind the paper at the gift
 
Skirts, like dresses, have a hemline for a reason; eventually they have to end, and where they end is where a guy's imagination starts. If I can help him then his imagination is a lot of fun to explore as his mind unfolds and grows firmer and firmer with ideas and intent.
Dm me
 
Boys, as much as I know what I can do by accidentally flashing my panties or revealing a little cleavage, can you tell me just why you like to see my undergarments?
oh baby.. sometimes we like to smell those as well
 
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