Upskirt Guy

I crouch down to my shopping basket in the supermarket queue to check once again my purchases. The most important item in the basket is the pair of new panties. I crouch because I dare not lean forward for fear of what I may expose.

Stupidly, this morning I dared to leave home not wearing panties. Now, I have no idea why I did such a stupid thing and I am regretting it. Like now, as I crouch down, my butt sits on the holdall of the guy behind me and it's zip invades the part that other times would have been covered by panties. If only I had thought before I left home, I would have guessed that the wind would have delighted in lifting the hem of my skirt just to embarrass me. As soon as I clear the checkout I shall go to the Ladies and pull on the new panties.

Crouched down here I feel so exposed yet somehow I feel a freedom that is new to me. My pussy seems to tingle in the air that flows over it. It's not that I wear frumpy knickers, I love the thongs that I have now become accustomed to. At first it felt uncomfortable to have the string clinging and moving in the cleft of my rear end, but I enjoy the sensation of having my buttocks unhindered by tight fabric, besides, under clinging pants or dresses a string doesn’t present that horrid visible panty line.

Suddenly a zephyr of air blows across the supermarket floor and I feel my skirt blow up, as it does the holdall slides further under my butt and I have to stand up. Holding down the flyaway clothing I turn to the guy behind me, I look down at the bag then at him, his face is expressionless, even when I push the bag back towards him with my foot.

As if I need it right now, the girl at the checkout has to inspect the panties, and the guy behind takes an all too close interest in my purchase too. I chose a pair at random not bothering that they were ordinary briefs in cotton, thinking I could buy them and pull them on without all this attention, now I know I should have invested in a more fashionable pair.

The guy behind me in the queue is going to get a piece of my mind and a few choice words too if he doesn’t stop pushing that damned bag against my feet. Every time I move a step the bag is pushed hard against my feet. I turn and give him one of my most witheringly 'drop dead' glares, but his face remains expressionless.

At last! I hurry to the Ladies room and there take the panties out of the wrapping, put my feet, one after the other into them, then pull them up. As the material slides up my legs and the crotch is welcomed by my naked pussy, my butt feels strange now that it is covered for the first time since I started wearing strings. Gratuitously I rub the material into all the nooks and crannies of my butt and pussy, it feels marvellous, I had almost forgotten how good cotton can feel.

As I am about to leave, my bladder suggests that I may like to empty it. Now normally I pull a string from out my butt, ease the crotch aside and pee, but with these briefs I fear I may wet them if I try that, so I pull them down my legs, right down to my knees. I giggle to myself at the sight of my panties in a position that reminds me of when I was a little younger and a guy would pull them down so as to get to my pussy to pleasure me. I pad my pussy with paper and pull up the panties, 'that’s you christened' I think as I ease the leg hem around my labia.

I exit the shopping hall and wait for a car to pass on my way to my car. As I stop something touches the back of my knees. I swing round and that holdall is right behind me. I turn to face the guy carrying it, “Get that thing away from me please there is no excuse for you to be so close to me, you were very tiresome in the queue.” He grins most disarmingly which distracts me somewhat. “What is it that you carry in there? You didn’t put any of your purchases in it. Well?”

I grab at the handles in his hand and I am surprised at how easily he allows me to take it from him. I am not sure what to do now, but I look at his face as I pull back the zipper. He just grins. In fact now I am afraid as to what I may find there and wonder if I should continue. Not wanting to lose face I continue to draw back the zipper. To my surprise I see a camcorder, it is switched on and the screen appears to show a close-up of a girl's face... oh my god its me, and live! I look up at the guy, “What...?”

“Want to see?” He asks the most stupid question of the century, of course I want to see, because the idea strikes me of just what images this gadget may hold. I nod. “Your car or mine?” he asks. Not wanting to get trapped in an unknown car with a pervert I suggest my car.

At my car I hold up my mobile phone and a pepper spray to show him that any funny business and I’ll let him have it. Again that easy-going grin, he is so damned confident and assured. He takes the camcorder from the bag and pressed the rewind control. “It's HD of course,” he claims, as if the letters 'H' and 'D' are supposed to signify anything to a technophobe. Seeing my glazed eyes he adds, “High definition, it can show even the finest hairs.” I feel the hairs on my neck stand up.

“Oh my god!” the screen shows just what this pervert has recently recorded. Not that I have ever seen it from this angle or so closely, but on screen is my naked pussy, and yes, it does seem to be in high definition, too high! He didn’t lie about it recording even the finest hairs; I must pay more attention to some areas when I next shave.

The images are shocking, but so damned fascinating. The guy is staring at the screen and I glance at his face, it is the study of intense concentration, I swear his eyes are bulging. My poor exposed pussy is brightly lit by, I guess, the sun reflecting off the tiles of the supermarket floor. I can understand that the voyeur is transfixed by the sensual images of my most private parts; in truth I am too, I cant tear my eyes away. The moment that I crouched down and sat on the bag has the camera struggling to focus but when it does... oh dear god, its pornographic! I put my fingers to a cheek as I feel blood rush there to do a far better job than I did with blusher this morning.

The voyeur camera man turns at looks me in the eyes and smiles so knowingly that I

have to adjust my position on the seat next to him. “The best pussy I have ever recorded,” he claims.

“Oh my god how many have you recorded? You are a pervert, a wierdo, what do you do with the videos?” I had a sudden fear that a video of me would go viral on some popular social networking site.

“Oh well, this is the first I have ever done but its good isn’t it? With these pussy shots I could be famous” he paused, “Nobody would ever know its you, and wouldn’t you be excited to think men were wanting you so much?”

I aim a punch in the general direction of his face but he dodges and my fist hit his should, which hurt me, I suspect, more that it hurt him. “How dare you suggest that, I am not a whore you paid for sex, you bastard, give me the video right now! I grab at the camera, and again he put up no resistance. I sit there, in my car, beside a strange man, holding a device containing images of my very naked and very close up pussy.

“Look at you!” I move the bag from his crotch, “You’re even sitting there with an erection, its disgusting” I set the camera out of his reach and grab at his pants. “How would you feel if I exposed your, your... and videoed it? I unzip him and reach inside, he is excited alright and he wears no undies. His cock springs into my hand as if by magic. The guy is enjoying this damn him, his grin is such that the cheshire cat would have been jealous. A bead of pre-cum shines invitingly.

With no idea how to work the camera I point it at his staff. Damn him, it looks so good. He actually shows me how to work the camera and how to zoom it in so that the cock looks enormous. I play with the camera, zooming in and out, changing angles and so on. An idea comes to mind and I wrap my hand around the staff, it feels so good. On the video I record my hand stroking the shaft, pulling back the foreskin revealing a beautiful head.

Its at this point that I realise that I am at the point of no return, I have at least to give him head. I couldn’t walk away from this without tasting his cock flesh. The guy needs no indication from me as I hand him the camera and lower my head to his cock, he starts to record my fellatio.

He reaches over my butt and pulls the skirt off my buttocks the reaches until he is able to play with my pussy which is embarrassingly very well lubricated.

As I get into a well rehearsed and practised rhythm a hand grabs my hair and pulls my head off his cock. “Hey” I yell, “What...?

In explanation he tells me, “This is a very public car park, I don’t fancy someone calling the law, but I do want to continue, is there somewhere we can go?”

Without even trying to make myself decent I press our respective safety belts into their receptacles so that the engine will start, push the starter, nudge the lever into 'D' and we are speeding out of the parking area. My voyeur struggles to zip up his pants and recover the holdall.

As I drive, a little too fast I recognise, I am praying that my sister has left her house for work, as I have a key and I am sure she would forgive me for using one of her beds for the purpose I have in mind. If all goes well I will not only tell her about today's events bit will show her the evidence on video!

Now in my sister's house the guy and I have already acknowledged that the preliminaries are over, we just want to, need to, fuck. We tear off each others clothes, mine being far the easier and the guy seems to like what's left of my body he didn’t already see. His fingers are exploring my juicy pussy as our mouths lock in a passionate kiss and my fingers again wrap around that gorgeous dick.

Locked in a passionate embrace, our hands and finger exploring the others body we struggle to walk to find a bed, making sure on my part that we avoid my sister's, she would not forgive my juice and his cum stains anywhere near or on it.

The silk bed covers tell me that the bed is one I have used before when staying there and their coolness on my back almost takes my breath away. But that is soon forgotten as the guy presses his erection to the blood engorged lips of my vulva and I open my legs wide to ensure the my tight pussy will ease the passage of his thick cock as it fills and ploughs my depths.

Our first orgasm arrives too quickly but that does matter as we have an entire afternoon of glorious fucking to enjoy, besides, it gives us enough time to set up the camcorder; I want all of this recorded for future reference and pleasure. I just know that sis will forgive me for this when she sees the video.

wc2159