Girls Camel Toe

I mentioned that I was reminded of an upskirt cameltoe event from my teenage years that I hadn’t thought about in a long time. I guess that the reason that I repressed this series of events is because in retrospect, I always felt very guilty and, in a way, sorry for what I had done. These upskirt cameltoe events actually teased a young teenage boy - I knew that what I was doing was making him crazy - I knew that he had a huge crush on me - I knew that I drove him to masturbation many times - and all the time I loved doing it to him. I was 17 at the time and he was almost 16 (OK, he was 15).

His name was Cameron, and he was the younger brother of one of my best friends, Tarryn. They lived in my neighborhood and I was over her house constantly during my Junior High and High School years. I knew that Cameron had more than just a teenage crush on me. He was always looking at me when I was over there - always watching me, and when I walked past him, I almost always noticed him inhaling through his nose deeply - as if to smell any scent he could pick up from me. Tarryn and I always learned new dances together - always hung out on her bed and talked - just constantly did girly things together, and I always caught Cameron either just outside her bedroom door, or pretending to be busy doing something while always watching us out of the corner of his eye. I always enjoyed being watched by Cameron because he was ADORABLE! He had these deep, transparent blue eyes, dark curly hair and for a young boy, he was soooo cute! I swear, if he were only a year or two older I would have completely seduced him.

There were so many times, when I knew he was looking at us, that I flashed him and threw long panty shots his way, just to tease him and keep his interest. If I wasn’t wearing a skirt, I would almost always arrange my legs so that they were parted and my crotch was exposed - even in jeans or shorts, I would always show Cameron the outline of my crotch. I knew he loved looking, and I began actually getting turned on knowing he was so interested. There were so many weekends when I stayed over at Tarryn’s house that I came home missing a pair of panties, or a pair of gym shorts that I slept in. I never minded because Tarryn always seemed to find my clothes in her room a day or two later, and they were always returned to me. I knew that Cameron was “borrowing” these items, and I suspected what he was doing with them. Sometimes I even envied him and wished that I had a worn pair of his briefs to fondle and sniff for a few days after, but just knowing what he was up to was enough for me to fantasize and occasionally bring myself off just thinking about him - his young gorgeous body, and how hard and sweet his cock must have been, and fantasizing about his watching me spreading my legs and masturbating.

Well, the event was quickly approaching. It was a Sixties Dance, and we were going to wear authentic period clothing. Tarryn and I were going to do this right, so we shopped for this dance for weeks beforehand. Our skirts and blouses, shoes, hair - everything was authentically 1965 - even down to real stockings and garter belts. These garter belts were white, and had four traditional garters - two in front and two in back. We even were going to wear white, nylon bikini panties. We tried on these panties and garter belt combinations both with the garter belts on top of the panties and with the panties on over the garter belts. We just couldn’t decide. From a practical point of view, if you had to pee, it made much more sense to have the garter belts under the panties, so that you didn’t have to take down the garter belts and stockings as well, but it just didn’t look as good to have the panties over the garter belts. We decided to go with wearing the garter belts on top of our panties.

We were finally dressing for the evening over at Tarryn’s house. We were somewhat wrestling with the stockings and were fumbling a bit with the clips at the ends of the garters. Tarryn asked for my help and I must have gotten distracted with doing something with my own clothes. She eventually called Cameron who wasn’t far from her bedroom and asked him if he would help her attached the back garters to her stockings. He was all too happy to help out. She stood in front of her mirror and lifted her skirt, asking Cameron to attach the back garters to the stockings. He was not immediately successful and needed some instruction as to how to snag the nylon stocking top into the garter clip. I noticed that part of his difficulty was that he wasn’t really looking at what he was doing - his eyes were glued to the butt seam of Tarryn’s panty. He was on his knees, kneeling behind her with his face was about three inches from her panty. I think he was in teenage boy heaven for the moment. He took about five minutes attaching the garters to the backs of both stocking legs. I just couldn’t resist this opportunity and I seized the moment. “When you are finished, Cameron, I hate to ask you, but would you mind helping me as well?” He quickly responded, telling me that he would be really happy to help me, and his face had a hot blush. He quickly finished with Tarryn, and turned to face me while still on his knees.

I lifted my skirt and my heart pounded as I turned around, opened my legs a few inches, locked my knees, and exposed my pantied crotch to this young boy’s face. Just as he approached, I looked down in front and noticed that the stockings were loose and a bit baggy at my knees, I bent over to smooth them out and pull them up, and I knew that my nylon panty had wedged up into my butt as I stood up. I opened my legs a bit further and asked Cameron if my position was OK. “Perfect,” he said as I felt his warm gentle hands on the back of my upper thighs. I could hear his breathing and all of it was through his nose. He was inhaling me and my girl scent. I leaned forward to re-attach the front clips and I knew that I was completely exposing my butt and crotch to his view. What was wrong with me - I loved this - I loved what I was doing to him. He must have been rock hard at this point - his face almost touching the curved, tucked butt seam of my wedged panties, my lets apart so that he could clearly see the full length of my cameltoe. All the time, Tarryn was talking to me and I remember answering her, but I had no idea what she was saying. I was 17, hormones racing, with my legs apart, a deep cameltoe in slippery white nylon panties, and I had a gorgeous guy with his face, eyes, nose and mouth just inches from my exposed crotch. Time just stood still for a few minutes. I chased away the fantasy of just backing up into his face, but I really thought about what it would feel like to have his face pushed up into my crotch. As a young girl, I had not yet experienced this sensation. Cameron broke the trance by saying something like, “there you go.”” As he stood up, he immediately turned away from us and left the room. I am sure that he was embarrassed, completely erect, and in desperate need of sexual release. I know I was. I could feel my clit throbbing as it pressed against the front seam of my panties. All this time, Tarryn just kept talking and never seemed to notice what had just happened. The dance was wonderful and we had a fab time. I stayed over at Tarryn’s that night, but I never recovered those panties. I didn’t care.