Frank The Perv.pdf

It was a warm spring day and the sun shone brightly upon the town square. A small stage had been set up, where a local band was set to play a free outdoor concert for the community. The townsfolk began to arrive, eager for some live music and fresh air.

Among the crowd was Susan, a lovely 30-something mother of two young children. She was chatting with some friends when her 5-year old daughter came bounding up to her. "Mommy, I have to go potty!" the little girl exclaimed.

Susan sighed. She had just found a nice spot to watch the stage. "Okay honey, let's go find the restroom," she said patiently. She took her daughter's hand and they made their way through the dispersing crowd.

As they walked behind the stage to use the portable toilets, Susan didn't notice a strange man lurking in the shadows. The man, whose name was Frank, had a deviant secret hobby - he loved to peep up women's skirts. And today, with all the ladies in their skirts and dresses, he was in paradise.

Frank's eyes locked onto Susan's shapely legs and cute yellow sundress as she and her daughter approached the toilets. He moved to get a better view, hiding behind some stacked boxes and crates.

Susan lifted her daughter onto the toilet seat, then turned to wait. As she gazed out at the stage, her dress rode up in the back just a bit, exposing the lower curves of her toned rear and a flash of lacy yellow panties. Frank's eyes went wide and his breath caught. He had the most perfect view up her skirt and at those barely-there panties hugging her ass. His pants began to feel tight.

Just then, a strum of guitars from the stage made Susan turn around. She smoothed down her dress, unknowingly giving Frank an even more enticing peek at her thong-ed bottom as she bent over. The panties perfectly framed her ass and crotch. Frank palmed himself through his shorts, transfixed by the sight.

Susan soon escorted her daughter back to their spot in the grass. She sat down, crossing one long leg over the other. Her high heels made her calves look amazing, Frank thought distractedly from his hiding spot. As she chatted with her friends, the hem of her dress crept up her thighs again, teasing him with glimpses of creamy skin and lacy yellow.

Frank knew he should stop perving on this unsuspecting mother of two. But he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. She was so sexy in that sundress and heels. His throbbing erection strained against his zipper as he imagined sliding those flimsy panties down her legs and burying his face between her thighs.

Throughout the concert, Frank remained hidden in the shadows, feasting his eyes on Susan's every move. He watched the dress ride up as she clapped and danced. He saw flashes of those yellow lace panties as she shifted on her blanket. His imagination ran wild with depraved fantasies of spreading her smooth thighs and tasting her sweet honey pot.

When the band finally finished their last song, Frank knew he had to leave before he was discovered. He waited until the crowd began filing out, then snuck away to his car, his dick still rock hard and leaking in his underwear. As he drove home, all he could think about was that perfect ass and those tempting scraps of lace. He knew he'd never be able to get the image of Susan's scantily clad crotch and rear out of his perverted mind.