Up-Skirt Cutie

Fbailey story number 358


Up-Skirt Cutie


I was looking in the Yahoo Groups when I found a picture of an “Up-Skirt Cutie” that I knew. No shit! It’s the woman at the bank that waits on me all the time. I always get in her line and she saves me a roll of the latest State or Territorial Quarter or the latest Presidential Dollar that has come out. We make small talk and she has the sweetest smile in the world. She is middle age maybe in her early forties, slightly heavy, but a pleasure to be around. Occasionally she will show some nice cleavage, talk about her teenage daughter going off to college, and how lonely she will be. Other than that I really know nothing about her.

On the other hand she knows everything about me like where I work from my payroll checks, where I live from my deposit slips, and how much money I have in the back and where I spend it from my statement. We have talked about me being single still at forty-five and laughed about the right woman not catching me yet.

I was sure that the picture was of Abigail. It was her smiling face and her body. She was squatted down with her knees apart and her white panties stretched across her fat pussy snugly. I even recognized that dark blue dress with the wide white lapels showing off that deep cleavage that I had admired a couple of times. Her hair was the same short red curly mess that I had admired just the other day. However, I had never been privileged to seeing her white panties before. They were solid along her crotch then swirled off to the right with a patch of transparent white coming in from the side. I couldn’t tell if she shaved her pussy or not but I hoped that she didn’t I like to see pubic hair on women. That little girl look is okay but not as a steady diet.

Anyway I decided to print a copy of that picture and ask Abigail about it. I just printed a four by six to show her but then I printed an eight by ten for myself and put it in a picture frame on my computer desk.

The next day I made a special trip to the bank on my lunch hour. I got in Abigail’s line and when she noticed me she smiled. As I got closer I got more nervous of what her reaction might be. I almost chickened out when she called me by my first name and asked what I needed. I slipped the picture under her glass partition as if it were a hold up note. That made me even more nervous. Abigail turned it over and smiled at me. She wrote her phone number and address on the back along with the words, dinner, my house, and Friday at seven.

As I was reading it she asked, “Is there anything else that you need?”

I was too shocked to speak so I just smiled and shook my head no. As I walked out a young woman coming in giggled. I looked down to see that my cock had gotten hard and was advertising that fact to the world. I quickly adjusted it and left the bank. As I drove back to work I wondered if I could make it all the way to Friday, after all it was only Monday.

I knew that the bank closed about three-thirty so I waited until four o’clock to call her from work. Abigail answered with a pleasant hello.