Some time ago I made a trip to northern Europe. It was in summer. On the streets were walking girls in summer dresses, through which you could almost guess the color of their thongs. For an upskirt lover, the streets become a paradise. How easy it is to go crazy. Unfortunately, I couldn't act. My set up stayed at home. I was content with little: watching them walk and imagining I was standing behind them with my device running. Be that as it may, desire always finds ways to satisfy itself. Then I ran into her. How impossible to have met in the remoteness of the world, and yet there we were, me, an experienced guy, she, a delightful girl in her 20's. As soon as I saw her, I knew she would become part of my collection. How? I just needed a couple of seconds alone with her, behind her. She was traveling with her family, but, unlike them, she was restless and moved from place to place. I guess I was lucky when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her walking toward where I was. Next to me was a door. I didn't hesitate: I activated the camera on my phone, took off my cap and placed the phone there, dangerously in full view of everyone. Luckily, no one could see us. When I saw her walk past me, I gave her the pass and we entered almost together, me behind her, as if I were her guardian. One second was enough. A second that was immortalized. A second in which the girl, surely far away from home, met me in the remote part of the world.
P. D. Where are the voyerists in northern Europe? Despite the number of beautiful girls, I didn't see any after them.
