Andy’s European story here is neither fish nor fowl when it comes to the voyeur theme of this site. But, it still tastes like chicken so I’m running it here. After all, what is an upskirt picture really about? Seeing a woman’s dirty panties with her in them, right. We get to think about how they look, feel, smell and taste. Well, this story is also about dirty panties but just not on a woman. You still get to think about how they look, feel, smell and taste.

Well Guys and Girls, I wish I could say the Parisian weather was awesome, and I’ve been taking hundreds of upskirt shots every day. But as those of you who live in the UK, or indeed any part of northern Europe know, so far this has been a worthless excuse for a summer. As of today I’ve been in Europe 15 days, and of those 15 days, I’ve actually been able to go out shooting on (yikes) five lousy, stinkin’ miserable days. Five! Meanwhile, back at the hotel, I’ve been going nuts. I hate being stuck in a room the size of a closet with almost nothing to do.

So, on Sunday, I decided to take a train out into the countryside to see some castle like building or another despite the threat of rain. I wandered around, saw old bricks and well, you know, castle stuff. I couldn’t find any witches or warlocks though, because if I could have, I was going to tell them who I was, and ask them to cast a spell, the same spell that resulted in that heat wave last summer.

In the early evening, thoroughly disenchanted, I headed back to the train station. I paid my fare and entered the platform. I was about 20 seconds too late, and just missed the train that was leaving the station. So I wandered aimlessly around the platform. As I passed one particular garbage can, I noticed a heap of clothes just to one side. My attention was immediately drawn to that fact that they looked like a heap of decent quality women’s clothes. I’ve seen many heaps of clothes in public over the years, and prior to this, every one appeared to be something that a beggar or homeless man had left behind. But not so in this case. As I passed by, some pink and yellow lace caught me eye, the benefit of learning to spot exposed panties at 100 yards. I quickly bent to retie my shoe, grabbed the colored lace, whatever it was, and jammed it into my camera bag. I contemplated taking the whole bundle, but I had nothing large enough to put it in. And I wasn’t totally convinced that the pile didn’t belong to someone on the platform, or perhaps in a nearby bathroom. It sure would be embarrassing to be caught by the owner while running off with her clothes now, wouldn’t it?

I continued to wander the platform, thinking about the pile of clothes, but just then a large tour group entered, forcing me away from it. Soon, another train came along, so I jumped on a car near the front with very few people in it. By placing my camera bag just so I was able to take a peek, and discovered that I had picked up a used thong. This of course got me to wondering about the rest of the pile. Surely, no one would just throw away a bunch of what appeared to be perfectly good clothing. But if not, then why was a whole bundle of clothing lying just beside the garbage can? And what else was in the bundle? I mean, I only grabbed some colorful lace. What else was in there?