I was thinking about The Pond today. About how an entire website is based on the petticoat. And I thought I’d scribble down a few thoughts.
Let’s face it. School boys were horny. Some boys liked our skirts and petticoats and some didn’t.
I was thinking about the difference. A petticoat is a skirt. An under skirt. Without a doubt, the pretty part of the skirt. The sexy part. And the epitome of femininity.
Anyway, I think the difference is just that. The guy who loves a girl in petticoats, loves femininity. The guys that “don’t” well, not so much. But I think that there were more boys in school that liked us in our bouffant skirts that just didn’t want to admit to it. Young school boys had a fear of femininity.
Having all that fluff and lace around our thighs was like a magnifier of desire. A lot of fluff, I think, would drive some boys crazy.
I guess just about all girls were taught, by their mothers, to sit like a lady, in other words, to manage their skirt. But as I got a bit older, I saw how the boys at school would try anything to get a peek up my skirt. It was obvious to me that seeing our thighs and panties greatly excited the boys. I remember this all the way back to the sixth grade. But some girls just didn’t understand it. They reacted badly. To me it was always a kind of thrill. The thought of some boy looking up my skirt would bring on a case of the giggles.
To me, managing my skirt meant that I have the ability to show how much I wanted to show and to whom I wanted to show it to. But with some boys, I wouldn’t let them see a thing.
Skirt management was easier with a bouffant skirt. Also flashing a boy was easier with a bouffant skirt. Fluffing my petticoats can expose my panties. It’s all in the Technique. Did I practice in front of a mirror? Hee, hee, hee.
wore a petticoat to work today. Some of
the ladies were interested, which
me. Later when I was working at my desk
my boss came over. “What are you wearing
under your skirt?” he asked. "A
petticoat", I replied. Then he looked
said, "Is that all?" " No", I said, I’m
wearing panties. A big grin came over
his face as
he walked away. He tricked me; he just
wanted to hear me say it. (Made me laugh) This was back in the
80s. Her boss was a heavy set guy with a
full of gray hair. He was pleasant
enough and Betty Jane liked him as a
boss. But she
did tell me he was horny.