School Knickers: A shared enjoyment (Part 1)

In the late 1960s I was working at a Film Studio in Buckinghamshire whilst on vacation from my University. My job was, basically, as a ‘gopher’. I never knew from one day to the next what I would be asked to do.

The film that was in production when I was working there was a comedy featuring, among other things, lots of actresses and extras dressed as school girls. One day, in the middle of July, I was asked to take an upgraded *********** to one of the young ladies who had not been required on set until slightly later than some of her colleagues. With revised *********** in hand I trotted round to one of the cast’s caravans and knocked on the door.

‘Come in,’ came the voice from inside so in I went. What I faced when I got in there was rather fantastic and led to one of the most exciting days I ever had in my life. The young actress, Wendy, was on her own sitting across an armchair dressed in her costume of gymslip, shirt, tie, black stockings and suspenders. With her legs lifted high across the other arm of her chair a large amount of her navy blue school knickers were on show. She made no attempt to change position or pull down her gymslip to cover her knickers. I could hardly take my eyes of the sight I beheld! ‘Hi,’ she said, ‘Can I help?’ I passed her the revised *********** and told her that she would be required on set in about an hour’s time. She thanked me and we started to have a chat. She turned out to only a couple of years older than me and this was only the second film she’d been involved with since leaving Drama School. During all the time we were talking she never changed position and I just couldn’t take my eyes off her navy knickers. She’d noticed. And asked why I kept looking at her knickers and, very embarrassed and rapidly turning bright red, I told her that I’d always been fascinated by them when I was at school when it was so common to see girls playing netball and other sports just in their knickers and a shirt. And although they were a common sight I’d never been in any position to have touched them, stroked them or anything like that. It was simply a view from afar. ‘Well,’ she said, ‘this might be your lucky day!’

Getting up off the armchair she stood in front to me, turned round and lifted up her gymslip so it was round her waist. The view was fantastic. Tightly stretched navy blue knickers over a pert bottom was simply so gorgeous to feast my eyes on.

‘How do you like the view then? she asked.

‘It’s fantastic, thank you so much,’ I replied.

‘Well, I think you go a little further. Would you like to feel them?’

‘Yes, I’d love to if that’s ok.’

‘Thats’s fine. I think you’ll enjoy the feel of them. And I’m sure I’ll enjoy having you feel them too.’

Tentatively, I lay my hand on her knicker clad bottom.