Her Hips.pdf

It was a warm summer evening and Jenna was excited to perform her dance routine on stage. She was wearing a short, fluffy skirt that barely covered her bottom, along with sheer lace panties and strappy heels. Her boyfriend Mark had come to watch and support her.

As Jenna took her place on the stage, she had no idea that directly beneath her was a peeping Tom named Pete, hiding under the stage floorboards. He had snuck in hours earlier, hoping to catch a glimpse up a performer's skirt. And now his wish was coming true.

Jenna began to dance, her skirt flaring up with each twirl, revealing more and more of her lacy white panties. Under the stage, Pete's eyes went wide as he gripped himself through his pants, stroking faster. He couldn't believe his luck.

Up on stage, Jenna was really getting into her routine, shaking her hips and kicking her legs high. And each time, her skirt hiked up dangerously high, giving Pete an eyeful of her skimpy undergarments. He was literally drooling now, working himself frantically.

Mark watched from the audience, cheering as his girlfriend danced beautifully. But he had no idea that the perv peeking at her wasn't just some random creep - it was his buddy Pete, watching Jenna's every move.

She finished her routine to applause and took a bow, her skirt fluttering up one last time. Pete nearly blew his load right then and there. He collected himself and snuck out, knowing he'd have to work up the nerve to ever tell Mark about what he'd just seen.

Jenna met up with Mark after, beaming with pride. "Did you see my routine? I did great, right?" He hugged her close. "You were amazing, baby. I'm so proud of you." What he didn't say was that he wished he had been the lucky bastard peeking up her skirt all night long...