Looking Up Nans Skirt

Looking Up Nan’s Skirt

I had just seen Nan, a stunningly gorgeous woman, walking down the street. Her long, perfectly toned legs were something mesmerizing to look at, and I could not help but wanting to take a closer look. I followed her around the corner, and saw her standing at the bus stop. She was wearing a tight-fitting skirt, that clung to her body, and showed off her curves. I started to get a little aroused, and as I started to walk up behind her, I got the urge to do something I had never done before…

I wanted to look up her skirt!

I crept closer, my heart beating rapidly in anticipation. I was nervously trembling, but the thrill of what I was about to do was overwhelming me. When I was only a few feet away, I couldn’t resist the urge anymore, and I quickly bent down, and started to look up her skirt.

What I discovered was more than I ever expected. Nan had on bright red lingerie, that clung to her body and showed off her every curve. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster as I stared in awe at all the amazing details of her body. The sight was simply mesmerizing.

I stayed there in awe for a few moments, until I heard the approaching bus. I quickly retreated back, feeling aroused, and even a little guilty, for what I had just done.

The next day, I decided to follow Nan again, this time determined to get a better look at her. I followed her all the way to a small park, where I saw her sitting on a bench, reading a book. I quickly ducked behind some nearby bushes, and hid there for a few moments before I got up the courage to do something even bolder than the day before.

I walked up to Nan, and without a word, I bent down and started to look up her skirt again. This time, I didn’t let her catch me, and I was able to get an even better look at her body. I was amazed at how beautiful she was, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring.

Nan must have felt me looking up her skirt, because she suddenly jumped up and turned around. I quickly ran off, embarrassed and ashamed that I had gotten caught.

When I got home, I couldn’t get Nan out of my head. I felt guilty for what I had done, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny the fact that I was still aroused. I wanted to see her again, and this time, I wanted to talk to her.

The next day, I followed Nan to a secluded cafe in the nearby area. I nervously walked up to her, thinking of what to say. I finally mustered up the courage to talk to her and I asked if I could join her for a cup of coffee. To my surprise, she smiled and said yes.

We talked for hours, exchanging stories and getting to know each other. I even told her about the time I had looked up her skirt. To my relief, she wasn’t angry or insulted. On the contrary, she seemed to be a bit intrigued and even flattered by my boldness.

After we were done talking, she invited me back to her place. I was a bit shy and nervous, but I decided to go with her. When we got to her apartment, we started to kiss, exploring each other’s bodies and getting more aroused by the second.

Nan then asked me to slip my hand up her skirt and explore her body. I couldn’t believe what was happening, and I eagerly complied, feeling my heart racing with excitement. I started to caress her body, exploring every inch of her curves and even playing with her underwear.

Nan had amazing reactions to my touches, and it soon became clear that she was as aroused as I was. We started to undress each other and have sex, with Nan exploring every inch of my body and driving me wild with her hands and mouth.

We finished the night with cum and passionate kisses, both of us satisfied and content. From that night on, I never looked up a woman’s skirt again, but I’ll never forget the night I looked up Nan’s.