Perverted Ramblings

Dear God. I mean seriously.

The girls here (not all of them) wear their skirts so damn short. They have to be a certain length during school hours, but once they leave school grounds, they just hike em up to nearly their armpits. It is a wonderful sight.

Carla and I were walking around Kyoto, enjoying the lovely weather and enjoying the sights. We were walking along a pleasant little stream. We approached a corner, and that was where I saw it: a schoolgirl foot. As we walked closer, the leg came in to view and what a wondrous leg it was! Pale, smooth, unmarred, unblemished. We kept walking, more and more of the leg was revealed. How far up is this leg going to go? I wondered to myself. ALL THE WAY UP! My mind nearly shot out my nose as I saw the gentle curve of her thigh melt into the glorious calypigian roundness of her behind. She was sitting on the ground, knees bent, skirt only long enough to protect her ass from the ground, but not my gaze.

But it got better, she was sitting and chatting with her friend. Her friend who was also wearing a short skirt. Her friend who was sitting with her feet on the ground, knees sharply bent, legs wide open. Her friend who didn't seem to realize what she was shareing with the world. Or, even better, she did know and got off on that knowledge. I can now understand the Japanese male's obsession with undergarments.

I always think that I have pictures of what I saw, so burned into my mind's eye are they. But I don't. But the memories will last a lifetime.

I know I sound like a complete perv, but I don't fucking care. I saw what I saw and I liked what I saw and there is nothing I can do to change it. Listen to me, defending myself. I must be getting old.