I think I have always been aware of men looking up my skirt, and I don’t want to bore you with a life story. It’s something that started to happen much more when I was about 18, and even then I was starting to play to the gallery. But the day I want to talk about today was a bit later. It was a very hot Saturday and I had got up late, feeling a bit hung over, and decided to go out, look at some stalls in Brighton, and get a coffee. I pulled on a green dress, about mid-thigh length, and a pair of flip-flops, not bothering with underwear, and went out. I was standing at a stall in a pedestrianised street, looking at some rings. It was quite crowded. I realised that this bag kept bumping into my legs from behind, but thought nothing of it. Then once I leaned right over the stall to reach a ring at the back, lifting my back leg off the ground for balance. The bag appeared again, coming right between my legs while I was in this position, then staying there when I stood straight again, which was a bit annoying. I looked down at it, as it was now right between my knees. It was a rucksack which someone was holding by the hook at the top. It had side pockets. In one of the side pockets i suddenly recognised the black lens of a video camera – pointing up, pointing right up the middle my dress. Of course I knew what I was wearing under my dress (nothing, no panties at all), which the upskirt guy did not, at this time, although if course he would when he got home and played back his tape! I was angry and embarrassed and didn’t know what to do…. but I was also, I found to my surprise, quite turned on. I went straight home from this experience, and the first thing I did when I got in was to put on a pair of knickers! But then, before I went out, I did something without really thinking about it. I changed out of my dress, and put on a top and a flared black miniskirt. (My knickers were white). Then I went out again. I got myself a slice of pizza and sat on a wall in a busy part of town, and I put my feet on the wall too, and I was by now aware that i was deliberately flashing my knickers. I had my knees together, but my feet apart, so that people could see my crotch between my feet. And my god, how many men looked! I was getting very very turned on. I think if anyone had asked me for sex at this point, I would have said yes, I was really ready for cock. The highlight of my day came, however, when I spotted my upskirter man, still prowling the streets in search of miniskirts. I went and stood where he could see me and sure enough he came and did me again, probably not even realising he had done me once already. But then I turned around and put in his hand a note, which I had written when I’d spotted him moments earlier. I said in the note that I knew what he was doing and that I didn’t mind as long as he emailed me pictures of what he had got, especially of me, and I gave him my email address. Otherwise I threatened to go to the police. But he didn’t read the note while I was there cos I went away. But he did email me, a couple of weeks later, and sent me upskirt pictures he had taken up my green dress when I was not wearing any knickers. I have had so many orgasms in front of those pictures! since then I have been an upskirt obsessive, really. I love to look at upskirt pictures, and I love to give upskirt views myself. Of course this has resulted in lots more stories, but I don’t want to take up too much space! My current boyfriend, for example, was found through this mutual interest of ours (that’s another story), and it was he who introduced me to your wonderful website.