This is a story that i've told only a handful of people I know. I've never really spent time ensuring my spelling or punctuation is correct I've just told it as it comes out of my head.
I live in the south of England in a fairly small town. Quite pretty except when its raining. lots of fields, trees & farms etc. you get my guist its a sleepy place. So to go out you go to bigger towns. Lucky for me public transport is pretty good. Trains or busses quite frequent, but better still get a BF with a car This I did and he liked to drive me places.
His car wasnt too bad. dont ask me what it was all i know it had good sounds. It was silver and he loved it. He spent lots of time cleaning it, fixing it, talking about it. and showing it at shows. but he was also moaning about it constantly. it always needed something, but he loved it probably more than he would admit. I liked it too, it wasnt like his friends cars always full of junk, but best of all if we went out in his car i sat in the front.
like his car he liked me to look good. im not the tall blonde bombshell type. i am almost 5 foot 3, I am sporty, i spend a few evenings a week in the gym plus i did a few hours a week salsa dancing something he refused to do expecially the once a month freestyle nights where i would go with my mum and dance myself silly all night till was totally knackered. sunday was the day he would drive me and sometimes his mates to the local big town. we would hang around shops. grab a bite to eat and maybe see a movie. but the one thing i knew for sure would happen he would try to lift my skirt. I always knew he was about to do it. i'd be ready. He'd grab it as I'd hold it and then I'd hit him. He would do it repeatedly throughout the day. everything else about him was great he just had this annoying irritating thing about lifting my skirt or trying to.
I talked to a friend of mine about it. She said hes just a guy and guys are irritating. If you show zero interest he wont do it. Hes only doing it to wind you up. I listened to what she had to say, it made some sense. after all me fighting him and stopping him wasnt working.
The next few days I gave it a lot of thought. would it really work? should i let him lift my skirt. how should i stand, how should I react. i practised standing tryingbto look not bothered in front of the mirror alone in my room. I decided arms folded was probably best. That way at least Id have them occupied rather than to instantly react. Then what to wear. if i knew he'd at least once lift it up. id better wear something under my skirt to cover up, maybe my gym shorts. then my head would say no it needs to be normal not like i planned to not react. so opted for my standard type of panties, thongs. what skirt. i know he liked me in my short ones. i had a few mid thigh which i thought was a good bet. I spent a few days changing my mind on what skirt what panties. but always went back to thongs and one of my mid thigh skirts.
eventually sunday came around and he picked me up, but then he picked up 3 of his mates. i was thinking i cant let him do it i must fight him. but then saying no maybe its better he wont do it so high his mates see. right up untill we arrived i didnt know if i was going to try and ignore him or not. i decided to just see how i feel when he does it.
We parked in the usual multi story carpark and as always he parks right at the top. We always look over the edge its become a sort of ritual. and we never take the lift. Not because we are health freaks, or because we are environmentalists but because the lift takes ages to go up. it stops on every floor.
