The Crux of the Matter

Here's another re-post from Panty Confessions... this time it's much more personal, but I think many of you will have your own version of this look at what this fetish is like, and where it may have started.

Saturday, December 31, 2005
Peeking Up Skirts

I suppose there's a similarity between the skills you develop as an unrepentent panty peeker and those honed by professional athletes - both require excellent timing, anticipation, good eyes and of course the "three P's"... practice, practice, practice.

Growing up as I did in the late 40's and early 50's, girls almost always wore skirts, so there was an abundence of ways to practice my craft. The school playground was a place ripe for peeking because girls would always be someplace there, sitting on the blacktop in a circle chatting. The almost universal posture, was with legs crossed at the ankles and hands folded between the knees, holding their skirts demurely down.

I quickly learned to covertly shift my attention to whatever group a burst of laughter was coming from, because whatever it was that was causing the girls to laugh was sure to effect one of them more than the others.That girl might be showing off, or just have been caught off guard by whatever funny had been said so she just might throw her head backward in her fit of laughter and pitch backward enough to require her to move her hands to keep her from rolling onto her back.

In that brief moment, with her skirt unattended and knees being pulled upwards, a clever peeker would no doubt be able to see all the way up her slim legs to catch a peek at her silky panties. The real trick was in timing your glance so you'd see the flash of her panties, but without being caught doing so - by the girl, her friends and most importantly by your friends!

Yes, in those days there were lots of chances to peek at panties, but as sex was a forbidden topic, a boy could not risk being seen practicing his fetish craft for fear of being laughed at (by girls!!), tormented as a girl lover by his friends, or worse yet, being called into the principal's office and be accused of being a pervert.

So for self preservation a clever peeker learned the art of anticipating just which particular girl might get careless - without showing any outward attention to her, then timing his glance perfectly so he'd see her panties and be looking elsewhere by the time she looked up to check if anyone had seen her little mistake.

The other way my mania for seeing girls' panties was fed was by finding pictures of girls in panties. Now this was long long before the world created porn magazines that specialize in such photos, but the good folks at Sears Roebuck, JC Penney, Montgomery Ward and Spiegle provided almost every young boy with all the material needed to learn in detail everything he could want to know about panties!

Those catalogs were clearly the porn of choice in that era for boys like me.In our house catalogs came regularly, so my mother would dutifully throw the old ones into the trash. Being a good son, on those days I would not need to be asked to take out the garbage. Of course along the way, the discarded catalog would be stashed safely someplace where I would later tear out every single page displaying girls or even grown women standing brazenly in their panties.

Oh the frenzied activity that would occur in our locked bathroom for the next few days, as this peeker devoured every detail from his precious new stash of panty pictures! None of us who suffer from this need to peek chose to be this way, nor do most of us have any real idea what caused us to develop as we have, but the one thing we all learned early on was it was nothing you dared have anyone find out about you.

So it is that almost all of us grew up being slightly shy (especially around girls). Even if we had lots of friends we played sports with and hung out playing with, we never ever hinted to them how much we loved looking at and collecting pictures of girls wearing panties.So it was that we all developed this parallel secret life and learned the importance of being secretive.

We all had secret places for our stash of catalog pages, had secret places where we practiced our peeking, and most of all we eventually learned where those pretty panties were kept by the girls and women we secretly watched.

But that's a topic for another day.I know I am far from being the lone practicioner of this dark art - have I struck a chord in anyone else? Perhaps some of the women reading this might share their comments on our panty mania or what it was or is like to worry about keeping one's knees together in public.Enough for now - I hope you all enjoy this final day of the year. May the next bring you much joy and happiness.
posted by Gusseteer at 3:21 PM