Upskirt Sitting Uppie Downblouse – An Erotic Sex Story
It was a hot summer day, and I was walking down the street when I noticed a young woman sitting up on the front steps of a house. What caught my eye was her short skirt, and the way it rode up as she shifted in her seat, revealing a tantalizing patch of lacy underwear. I looked closer, and realized that she was leaning back, casually exposing more than just her panties. In fact, her cleavage was on full display, her tight tank top pulled down enough to show off her curves.
I stopped in my tracks, mesmerized by this unexpected vision. I couldn’t resist the urge to move closer and take a better look. As I silently crept closer, I could see her eyes darting around, keeping an eye out for any passersby. I could feel my heart racing as I moved in and positioned myself behind her.
My eyes scanned her body, taking in every single curve, every inch of her exposed skin. I could feel a tingling sensation growing in my body, and I had to restrain myself from reaching out and touching her. But I had to, I reminded myself. I couldn’t afford to get caught, not when I had the chance to really enjoy this moment.
So, I just stood there and watched as she shifted in her seat, taking advantage of every slight movement to admire her body. I could feel my erection pressing against my pants, and I wanted so badly to reach out and run my hands over her body.
As the minutes passed, I began to think of what I could do to make this experience even more enjoyable. Then, it occurred to me. I could take things up a notch and enjoy some upskirt sitting uppie downblouse action.
Slowly and carefully, I reached down and pulled my shirt up a bit, just enough to expose a bit of my chest. From there, I bent over and moved my face even closer, positioning my head just above her head. I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her perfume.
With my chest pressed against her back and my face close to her neck, I could feel her body heat as she shifted in her seat. As I watched from above, I could see her chest move up and down with each breath she took. I was entranced, completely and utterly captivated.
As my hand moved up, I felt her skin beneath my fingertips and I could feel the heat of her body radiating through my fingertips. I moved my hand slowly, lightly tracing the outline of her body. I could feel her pulse beneath my touch and I felt her body resisting and then relaxing as I explored her curves.
As I moved my hand over her chest, I felt her nipples harden beneath my touch. I could feel her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps and I knew that she was enjoying the experience as much as I was.
My hand moved lower, tracing the contours of her body until I found her skirt. I moved my fingers to the top of the fabric and then began to inch it up. As I lifted it, I felt her body tense, and I held my breath, expecting her to push my hand away. But she didn’t. She remained still, her breaths coming even quicker and faster than before.
As I reached the top of her lacy underpants, I took a moment to enjoy the view. She was beautiful and I couldn’t believe that I was getting to enjoy this intimate moment with her.
Finally, I allowed myself to look further down, and I could feel my heart racing as I feasted my eyes on her most intimate area. She was wet and her panties were soaked through, and I could feel a warmth radiating off of her as I continued to explore her body.
Finally, as I felt myself growing even more aroused, I allowed my hand to move further down, tracing along her legs and onto her thighs. I felt her shudder in pleasure and I wondered if she was imagining my hands on her body.
Finally, as I finally allowed myself to explore her innermost depths, I could feel her tremble as I touched her. I explored every inch of her, savoring the sensation of my fingers floating along her most intimate parts.
Finally, after I had explored her for what felt like hours, I reluctantly pulled away. I allowed my hand to drift off of her body and I moved my face away from her neck so that I could take a much-needed breath.
I could feel my heart racing and I remained crouched in that position, enjoying the afterglow of the experience. As I brushed away the sweat from my forehead, I knew that this was one experience that I would never forget.
