a up women's skirts would almost certainly result in a prosecution.

as soon as you make contact (lifting a woman's skirt for example) it could be seen as indecent assault for which the punishment is much more severe. but, as a voyeur, your pleasure comes from the sighting - you don't need to even let her know that you've seen her panties - and with practice you can see something exciting every day without anyone else being aware of your "hobby" so this section will, hopefully, be irrelevant.

it is intended that the peepers guide will be constantly improved and expanded to cover all aspects of peeping in the uk - although many of the sections are relevant to most countries.

author: anonymous

open fly story in massachusetts: (added 9/08/98)

hello!i must confess to being a voyeur for about 20 years or so (i'm 34 now), with my particular fetish being visible panties down the back of the pants and vpl, though i also indulge in upskirt as well. it started back in middle school with a particularly attractive brunette haired classmate who frequently and obliviously showed the waistband of her nylon panties above her corduroy pants or jeans. over the years my quest for good looks has evolved to where now my preferred subjects are asian, and it is the vivid memory of one particular asian that i wish to share as my inaugural submission.

one late winter afternoon, a mild day around 40f/4c, i made my way into the harvard square subway station in cambridge heading towards boston. my attention was drawn towards a young woman, either vietnamese or cambodian i'm not sure, who wasn't a knockout but looked ok enough. she was wearing a long, brown overcoat over a white sweater and short white button-down shirt and slightly loose fitting dark blue denim jeans. she wore her overcoat open since again it wasn't too cold out, but she was pacing the platform until the train arrived with her hands jammed into her front pants pockets and not the pockets on her overcoat, which seemed a bit odd to me.

when we boarded the train finally i sat down next to her. imagine my surprise, then, to find the front zipper on her jeans gaping wide open to reveal the front of her light blue cotton bikini panties from just above her crotch to the lacy detailing on her front waistband and the part of her midriff just above it to the front tail of her button-down shirt. i sat transfixed for about five minutes or so as i beheld this incredible sight. i'm sure the other passengers around us were also aware of this but if they were they didn't let on.

finally i felt compelled to motion wordlessly to her about her carelessness and with me holding a leather binder i'd been carrying in front of her lap she silently re-zipped her fly. i kept tabs on her discreetly as the train made its way through boston before she finally got off in quincy, with me close on her heels. as i followed her away from the station into a residential neighborhood where i presumed she lived i fully learned how her zipper came open in the first place. she once again jammed her hands into her front jeans pockets to try to keep them warm as we walked along the slushy sidewalks, unaware of the fact that the force created by that action had popped her fly wide open again!

i kept up, walking ahead of her now and again to catch another glimpse of her panties through her open zipper, until i was so thoroughly stimulated that it was affecting my pace and causing me to walk wobbly, to say nothing about the ejaculation i experienced. afraid that that sensation would be noticeable i reluctantly dropped off the pursuit just shy of her street and made my way back to the train, pausing in a public restroom along the way to take care of my "spill".

to this day that remains one of my most exciting voyeuristic memory. i hope to share more with you in the future.

respectfully,

kevin

mountain trip: (added 9/14/98)

when i was 14 my parents, my sister and a girlfriend of my sister went for a weekend in a cabin in the norwegian mountains. the cabin was small and really had only one bedroom. there was a sleeping ”compartment” above the kitchen which was open down to the living room.

after a long walk in the mountain during saturday we arrived back at the cabin and after an hour or so we had a good dinner. after that we played cards and really had a relaxing good time. my sisters friend, jenny, was a very nice girl. not so pretty looking, but very kind and generous. she had a very nice body, and me being only 15 kept looking at her when she didn’t see it. sometimes she would catch my eyes, and when she smiled i would blush.

it had been a long day, and we went quite early to bed. my parents occupied the sleeping room and my sister, jenny and myself would share the little room above the kitchen. they probably considered me harmless and in reality i was. i went up the ladder first, placing myself by the wall. then came my sister and then jenny. we all slept in sleeping bags.

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