A few days ago, I took my wife and son out to dinner, and as usual, I brought my SLR, and took the opportunity to take some pictures of my son’s life. When I was taking pictures, I unexpectedly found two beautiful girls sitting at the opposite table, probably girlfriends, with their heads sticking out and browsing through one of them’s iPhone (or a gold one!) in great interest. The two looked like college students, dressed although not very out of the ordinary, but the body is overflowing with the breath of youth, after all, the 90s have met a good time, physical development than the 70s and 80s have more advantages. One of the girls was wearing a white dress with the skirt about 10 cm above the knee, and even from a distance, her white thighs were also very attractive.
The girl in white, perhaps somewhat aware of the hot gaze from across the room, consciously pulled her skirt down with one hand, then reached out and held it down to avoid being exposed. As I ate, I watched for her movements. After less than 10 minutes, she either forgot about the stares from across the room or was so engrossed in sharing the afternoon with her best friend that she moved her hand away from the skirt and started to gesture with her friend. At the same time, perhaps as a result of the increased movement, her legs were no longer completely closed, but gradually spread apart, and her insides became hidden or visible. I seized the opportunity to grab my camera, using the cover of taking a picture of my son, and took a quick shot of the bottom of her skirt, without anyone in the room noticing. While I was taking pictures, she was still laughing with her best friend, completely forgetting that the scene under her skirt had already been ingested into Uncle Colored’s camera and had become a permanent memory.
When I got home, I inserted the SD card into the LCD TV, and generously shared the results of my dinner photography with my family on the big screen. They all praised my son’s excellent performance, not noticing the mystery behind the picture. On the other hand, I was sitting at the side, calmly admiring the whitening thighs and white panties that the young girl in white selflessly shared on the big screen, which was really a harmonious work.
The whole process was basically as described above, but I didn’t feel as relaxed as I did in the article, and I still had the psychological burden of being afraid of being caught. However, since there is such a beautiful scenery, it seems a little too much to not appreciate it, so I gladly accepted it in the end.