Faszination Röcke / Kleider an windigen / stürmischen Tagen

[Billowing]

Ja genau. Mir gefällt besonders das freie Gefühl darunter im Vergleich zur Hose. 

[Consensual]

Am 1.7.2024 at 15:25, schrieb Knighten:

Aber vor dem Ende habe ich tatsächlich noch ein paar wenige Fragen:
- Was ist den jetzt eigentlich mit mir? (Ist das "normal", bzw. muss ich mich dafür schämen, dass ich diesen Fetisch habe?)
- Wie macht ihr das? Lebt ihr das auch eher heimlich aus? (Also fahrt ihr in geschützter Umgebung oder seid ihr auch Öffentlich unterwegs)
- Was zieht ihr drunter an? (Spezielle Unterwäsche, Tucking Slip, Radlerhose, ...)
- Habt ihr einen Partner mit dem ihr das Ausleben könnt?
- Welche extremen Situationen habt ihr schon erlebt?
- Wie stehen eigentlich Frauen dazu (also seit ihr gerne an windigen Tagen unterwegs?)
- Wie macht ihr das mit Frau / Partner / Freundin
- Wie macht ihr das (falls ihr öfters in der Öffentlichkeit unterwegs seit) wenn ihr Leuten begegnet?
=> Hier muss ich noch sagen, dass es mir auch nachts hin und wieder passiert dass ich Leuten begenet bin oder wenn ich über Brücken gelaufen bin mir Autos entgegen kamen. Bei solchen Situationen versuche ich mich immer zu "verstecken", bzw. drehe ich mich immer weg, sodass man mich nicht sieht, vor Allem weil es ein Dorf ist und ich Angst habe dass es jemand sein könnte den ich vielleicht kenne (Nachbar, etc.).

Ich sehe zunächst einmal überhaupt keinen Grund, sich für etwas zu schämen, solange deine Vorlieben nicht in die Rechte Dritter eingreifen.

Persönlich bin ich des öfteren als Frau gestylt in der Öffentlichkeit gewesen, ohne mich zu verstecken, habe allerdings immer auf mein Passing geachtet, um andere nicht zu belästigen und auch sonst nicht negativ aufzufallen. "Drunter" kam üblicherweise relativ stramm sitzende Miederwäsche.

Das habe ich im Laufe der Zeit, leider seltener als erhofft, mit verschiedenen Freundinnen ausgelebt, die dem offen gegenüber standen. Das blödeste, was mir durch eigene Schuld passiert ist, war genau so ein Rock-hoch-Effekt auf einer Brücke - meine Begleiterin (engerer Rock = keine Probleme) hat gelacht. Ich musste dann auch grinsen, hätte aber eigentlich lieber darauf verzichtet, die Marylin Monroe für Arme zu geben   Ich hätte allerdings auch früher dran denken können, dass mein schicker Plisseerock sich mit Wind nur bedingt verträgt. Insofern, selbst schuld, aber immerhin etwas zur Kleiderwahl daraus gelernt.

Bei Begegnungen mit Dritten gab es nie Probleme. Ich lächle dann freundlich, nicke grüßend, und die meisten grüßen zurück. Die "negativste" Reaktion, die ich erlebt habe, waren ein ungläubiger Blick und ein unterdrücktes Kichern von ein paar Mädchen im ***ageralter, die mich bei einer Unterhaltung gehört haben - denn das "akustische Passing" ist bei mir leider immer weit hinter dem optischen zurückgeblieben.

[Stormdress]

Lange her, sehe ich gerade, seit dem letzten Beitrag hier, aber unsere windige Passion verschwindet ja nicht – im Gegenteil. Fasse mich kurz, denn hier sind Teil 6 und 7 der Erlebnisse von Susan Hampshire:

I just wish I had found this web site before and learnt that there are others out there that enjoy the same things as me. I must admit I was scared when the skirts and dress were blowing into my face making it difficult to breath. I am really lucky to have really beautiful, long silky hair. It currently comes to the middle of my back and I am growing it a little longer at present. It is dead straight and even after being blown wildly, when I'm out of the wind. I just need to give it a quick brush and it looks like I've not stepped out of the house. The thing is I really love to have my hair blown by gale *** winds. When it blows all around my face it just feels so good. I'm also enjoying wearing large silk head scarves and the sensation of the silk whipping around my face feels wonderful. I now get the best of both worlds, having a silk scarf one minute blowing hard and the next either me sliding the scarf off, or the wind blowing it off (even better) and then my hair released into the wind. Plus, having such long hair blowing everywhere sometimes it's a great excuse to let go of my skirt to hold my hair back so the skirt is free to get blown by the wind, and of course visa versa. My husband bought me 2 new silk skirts and one silk dress at the weekend. They are so full and light that I can't wait to wear one of them soon as I'm certain they are going to blow like crazy if we get a strong enough wind. I can't wait to write about it. I'll be wearing my hair down, but rest assured I will be taking a silk scarf with me.
susanhampshire, Oct 30, 2012 


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60 Mph Gusts And A Pleated Silk Skirt

No sign of any strong winds here, so a story from the past. Earlier this year we had a day of gales and gusts of wind up to 60 mph, maybe even stronger. As I looked out the window at home and watched the trees swaying and bending in the wind a decision had to be made. Skirt or dress? I decided on a skirt. A calf length white skirt. Silk, obviously, pleated, definitely. It wasn't cold so I could wear a matching silk blouse. I took a large silk headscarf with me as well.
My hair was freshly washed and was just perfect for the time ahead.

The wind when I left the house was probably around 30–35 mph and enough to take hold of my skirt and send it flapping around my legs. My silk blouse was whipped across me and my hair was sent flying around my head. My silk scarf was blown in my hand as well. What a perfect start to the day. I drove to the sea as fast as I could and on the way witnessed many people struggling in the wind, male and female alike. I arrived and parked the car. The wind was certainly stronger here and blowing uninterrupted from the sea. A gust hit the car and rocked it. That gave me a clue as to just how strong the wind was blowing out there.
I debated about taking props such as a handbag or umbrella, but decided against it. I was going to need both hands at some point to hold on to my skirt, hair and scarf. Once out of the car I stood and decided whether to head into the wind or have it blowing me from behind. I decided on walking head on to the wind. That was quite a mistake because within seconds the wind gusted so hard it stopped me in my tracks and I had to hold onto a lamp post to top myself being blown backwards. As I held on my hair was sent flying out behind me, my silk blouse pressed hard against my breast and sent billowing out behind me slowly being blown from out of the waistband of my skirt.

My pleated silk skirt was ***d against and between my legs and was flapping so hard and loudly behind me. My silk scarf was flapping and twisting in the wind. I wished at the time that I had worn it around my neck so I could feel and listen to it flapping. The wind dropped to manageable strength and so I decided to walk back the other way, but before I did I tied my scarf loosely around my neck so it would blow forward in the wind. As I walked the wind blew my hair forward and I enjoyed playing with it, pulling it back and then letting it go again to it would blow all around my face again. My silk blouse was pressed against my back and flapping and billowing in front, gradually being blown further out of my skirt. My skirt now blowing hard against the backs of my legs and flapping at the sides.

I decided to try something a little different and sat down on a bench. As I sat there the wind was blowing right across me so my hair, scarf,blouse and skirt were all being blown from left to right. The feel of the silk skirt flapping over my legs and billowing out to the side was wonderful. I just sat there enjoying the wind waiting for another really strong gust to take control of me. When the gust of wind hit me it practically blew me over on to my side. I managed to regain my balance holding onto the side of the bench and just let the wind take control over my hair, scarf, blouse and skirt. At one point my skirt was blowing so hard that the pleats seem to disappear and the skirt was flapping so hard that I had to try and hold on to it. I tried to *** some of the skirt between my legs and try and pin it between my knees. The fight I had was wonderful but a contest I was not going to win.

The next thing I know is my blouse has blown out of my skirt and is now flapping wildly and noisily across me. My silk scarf nearly strangling me as it was blown against my throat. My hair was just smothering my face. I slid round slightly so I was facing more into the wind and as I did so my skirt escaped from between my legs and was ***d up to my waist.I shook my head and the wind blew my hair back away from my face. I grabbed the hem of my skirt and tried to pull it down over my legs. As I did I felt my silk scarf being blown off.I tried to grab it but it was gone. The wind dropped again to a gale and I managed to gather up my skirt and stood up. I must be honest that whilst I was enjoying the wind I was concentrating so much on my hair, scarf, blouse and skirt that I didn't notice what was happening to others.

I walked back to the car but felt something had been missing from the experience. I hadn't had my skirt blown right up over my head, which was not to be missed on day like today. I saw the ideal place to go. There were some steps leading down to the beach and knew that if I walked down the steps into the wind the updraft would send my skirt blowing up. I waited a few moments for a really strong gust and then started down the steps and immediately felt the wind grab my skirt and within seconds it was blowing right up over my head and into my face. I waited a few moments and then began the battle to try and regain control of the skirt by pushing down hard at the front and back. There was no way I could hold down the whole of the skirt as it was so full, but trying was so much fun. Eventually I headed back up the steps and headed back to the car.

I sat in the car for a while and watched others as they walked. There was one couple who caught my attention. She was wearing a knee length satin looking dress with quite a full skirt. She had long straight hair that she was holding onto in one hand over her shoulder and was carrying her hand bag in the other. She was really struggling with her dress and inevitably the wind blew it right up. She immediately let go of her hair and gave her handbag to her husband/boyfriend so she could use both hands to pull her dress back down. I noticed he was laughing, but she was not happy. Eventually she managed to gather up her dress, but he was made to carry her bag as they continued on their way. Time to head home.

susanhampshire,  7. November 2012

[Knighten]

vor 18 Stunden, schrieb Stormdress:

Lange her, sehe ich gerade, seit dem letzten Beitrag hier, aber unsere windige Passion verschwindet ja nicht – im Gegenteil. Fasse mich kurz, denn hier sind Teil 6 und 7 der Erlebnisse von Susan Hampshire:

I just wish I had found this web site before and learnt that there are others out there that enjoy the same things as me. I must admit I was scared when the skirts and dress were blowing into my face making it difficult to breath. I am really lucky to have really beautiful, long silky hair. It currently comes to the middle of my back and I am growing it a little longer at present. It is dead straight and even after being blown wildly, when I'm out of the wind. I just need to give it a quick brush and it looks like I've not stepped out of the house. The thing is I really love to have my hair blown by gale *** winds. When it blows all around my face it just feels so good. I'm also enjoying wearing large silk head scarves and the sensation of the silk whipping around my face feels wonderful. I now get the best of both worlds, having a silk scarf one minute blowing hard and the next either me sliding the scarf off, or the wind blowing it off (even better) and then my hair released into the wind. Plus, having such long hair blowing everywhere sometimes it's a great excuse to let go of my skirt to hold my hair back so the skirt is free to get blown by the wind, and of course visa versa. My husband bought me 2 new silk skirts and one silk dress at the weekend. They are so full and light that I can't wait to wear one of them soon as I'm certain they are going to blow like crazy if we get a strong enough wind. I can't wait to write about it. I'll be wearing my hair down, but rest assured I will be taking a silk scarf with me.
susanhampshire, Oct 30, 2012 


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60 Mph Gusts And A Pleated Silk Skirt

No sign of any strong winds here, so a story from the past. Earlier this year we had a day of gales and gusts of wind up to 60 mph, maybe even stronger. As I looked out the window at home and watched the trees swaying and bending in the wind a decision had to be made. Skirt or dress? I decided on a skirt. A calf length white skirt. Silk, obviously, pleated, definitely. It wasn't cold so I could wear a matching silk blouse. I took a large silk headscarf with me as well.
My hair was freshly washed and was just perfect for the time ahead.

The wind when I left the house was probably around 30–35 mph and enough to take hold of my skirt and send it flapping around my legs. My silk blouse was whipped across me and my hair was sent flying around my head. My silk scarf was blown in my hand as well. What a perfect start to the day. I drove to the sea as fast as I could and on the way witnessed many people struggling in the wind, male and female alike. I arrived and parked the car. The wind was certainly stronger here and blowing uninterrupted from the sea. A gust hit the car and rocked it. That gave me a clue as to just how strong the wind was blowing out there.
I debated about taking props such as a handbag or umbrella, but decided against it. I was going to need both hands at some point to hold on to my skirt, hair and scarf. Once out of the car I stood and decided whether to head into the wind or have it blowing me from behind. I decided on walking head on to the wind. That was quite a mistake because within seconds the wind gusted so hard it stopped me in my tracks and I had to hold onto a lamp post to top myself being blown backwards. As I held on my hair was sent flying out behind me, my silk blouse pressed hard against my breast and sent billowing out behind me slowly being blown from out of the waistband of my skirt.

My pleated silk skirt was ***d against and between my legs and was flapping so hard and loudly behind me. My silk scarf was flapping and twisting in the wind. I wished at the time that I had worn it around my neck so I could feel and listen to it flapping. The wind dropped to manageable strength and so I decided to walk back the other way, but before I did I tied my scarf loosely around my neck so it would blow forward in the wind. As I walked the wind blew my hair forward and I enjoyed playing with it, pulling it back and then letting it go again to it would blow all around my face again. My silk blouse was pressed against my back and flapping and billowing in front, gradually being blown further out of my skirt. My skirt now blowing hard against the backs of my legs and flapping at the sides.

I decided to try something a little different and sat down on a bench. As I sat there the wind was blowing right across me so my hair, scarf,blouse and skirt were all being blown from left to right. The feel of the silk skirt flapping over my legs and billowing out to the side was wonderful. I just sat there enjoying the wind waiting for another really strong gust to take control of me. When the gust of wind hit me it practically blew me over on to my side. I managed to regain my balance holding onto the side of the bench and just let the wind take control over my hair, scarf, blouse and skirt. At one point my skirt was blowing so hard that the pleats seem to disappear and the skirt was flapping so hard that I had to try and hold on to it. I tried to *** some of the skirt between my legs and try and pin it between my knees. The fight I had was wonderful but a contest I was not going to win.

The next thing I know is my blouse has blown out of my skirt and is now flapping wildly and noisily across me. My silk scarf nearly strangling me as it was blown against my throat. My hair was just smothering my face. I slid round slightly so I was facing more into the wind and as I did so my skirt escaped from between my legs and was ***d up to my waist.I shook my head and the wind blew my hair back away from my face. I grabbed the hem of my skirt and tried to pull it down over my legs. As I did I felt my silk scarf being blown off.I tried to grab it but it was gone. The wind dropped again to a gale and I managed to gather up my skirt and stood up. I must be honest that whilst I was enjoying the wind I was concentrating so much on my hair, scarf, blouse and skirt that I didn't notice what was happening to others.

I walked back to the car but felt something had been missing from the experience. I hadn't had my skirt blown right up over my head, which was not to be missed on day like today. I saw the ideal place to go. There were some steps leading down to the beach and knew that if I walked down the steps into the wind the updraft would send my skirt blowing up. I waited a few moments for a really strong gust and then started down the steps and immediately felt the wind grab my skirt and within seconds it was blowing right up over my head and into my face. I waited a few moments and then began the battle to try and regain control of the skirt by pushing down hard at the front and back. There was no way I could hold down the whole of the skirt as it was so full, but trying was so much fun. Eventually I headed back up the steps and headed back to the car.

I sat in the car for a while and watched others as they walked. There was one couple who caught my attention. She was wearing a knee length satin looking dress with quite a full skirt. She had long straight hair that she was holding onto in one hand over her shoulder and was carrying her hand bag in the other. She was really struggling with her dress and inevitably the wind blew it right up. She immediately let go of her hair and gave her handbag to her husband/boyfriend so she could use both hands to pull her dress back down. I noticed he was laughing, but she was not happy. Eventually she managed to gather up her dress, but he was made to carry her bag as they continued on their way. Time to head home.

susanhampshire,  7. November 2012

Wieder sehr schöne Ausschnitte. Es liest sihc echt schön und bei der ein oder anderen Zeile musste ich kurz an meine Erfahrungen denken. Vor Allem das Englisch ist wirklich angenehm geschrieben. Freu mich schon auf dne näcshten Teil.

Langsam bekommen ich da selber wieder Lust, mich einer neuen Stürmischen Challenge zu stellen.

[Billowing]

Wieder zwei sehr schöne Beschreibungen der Faszination von Wind und Kleidung. Sie schrieb so schön aus einiger Erfahrung die sie wohl machen konnte. Gerade die Tatsache, wie sich der Wind an der Treppe verhält und sie ihn für sich zu nutzen wusste, zeugt von viel Spaß und ausprobieren bei dieser Leidenschaft. Schade, dass man öffentlich nichts mehr von ihr lesen kann.

[Stormdress]

Ich war Ostern wieder mit meinen Flatterkleidern unterwegs, nach vielen windarmen Monaten endlich mal wieder Sturm! Hier nun Teil 8 der (echten) Erlebnisse von Susan Hampshire (Part 1 und 2):

Severe Gales With Gusts In Excess Of 65mph, Part I

At last the weather forecast I had been looking forward to for so long, and finally a chance to wear my new silk dress in some really strong, storm *** winds. A couple of weeks ago I listened with fingers crossed to the weather forecast warning of gale *** winds in excess of 65 mph on the coast and exposed areas. I called my husband and told him of the gales forecast for the following day and night so we could plan where we would go to experience the high winds. There was no need to plan what dress I would wear. I would be wearing my new silver and black, silk, mid calf length dress with the fullest skirt I've ever had, with yards and yards of pleated silk. The plan was for me to drive to meet him by the coast early evening when the winds were forecast to be at their strongest. Slipping into my new dress felt so good and the thought of it being blown wildly set my heart racing. My long silky blonde hair was freshly washed and dried and felt so good falling around my shoulders and back. I selected a couple of large silk head scarves as well to enjoy. I listened to the wind howling outside and watched the trees bending in the gale while I got dressed. I called my husband and told him I was on my way. He had just arrived there and told me that the winds by the sea were incredibly strong and he'd already seen a couple of people already fighting against the wind. I left the house and headed to my car. The wind was blowing hard but not anywhere near as strong as it was going to get. I gathered up my dress as I didn't want it blowing too much too soon.

I got in the car and headed for the coast through the narrow country lanes. As I drove I could hear and feel the wind blowing harder and harder, sometimes making it difficult to drive in a straight line. I'd only driven a couple of miles when I had to stop as a tree had blown over and blocked the road. As I looked to see if there was any way around the wind started to howl and rock my car. The wind was blowing from behind and at such a *** I just had to just get out of the car to quickly experience the strength of the wind. I grabbed one of my silk headscarves and tied it on tightly not wanting my hair blown about just yet. I went to open the door and it was all I could do to stop it blowing out of my grip. I stepped out into what was probably around a 50 mph wind. I stood, just,with my back to the wind. The front of the dress was sent flying up in front of me with such ***, the back of the dress blasted against the backs of my legs. My silk head scarf was flapping to the side. The sound of my dress and scarf flapping was so loud.

I turned around, holding onto my scarf under my chin to try and keep it on. As I turned my dress was blown back hard against my chest smothering my body and arms, the skirt at the back now being ***d up and over the car whipping and flapping so hard. I started walking into the wind, my scarf slowly being ***d further and further off my head. I held on to it as hard as I could but knew it was only a matter of time before I lost the battle, and my scarf.
I began to try and push the front of the skirt down around my legs, enjoying the fight. I managed to pull it down to around my knees when the wind increased suddenly. I was held there unable to move forward. The wind forcing the front of my dress so hard against and between my legs and pulling really hard at the back. The wind blew my headscarf off releasing my hair into the wind sending it flying back.

I had to get back to the car, so I turned and headed back.My hair now blown forward, whipping around my face, blinding me. My dress was now blowing against my back and flying out in front of me. I could feel it and hear it but couldn't see it because my hair blowing so hard. The wind now blowing at it's strongest so far and I half staggered and was half blown towards my car. Then a gust so strong just blew me past my car and towards the tree. I had no grip in my high heeled shoes and so, as hard as I, could not stop myself from being blown towards the tree. I faught with my hair to see where I was going but all I could see was this mass of pleated silk being blown ahead of me flapping so hard I thought it would tear. There was nothing I could do now, the wind was just so strong and I was blown into the tree. The wind dropped slightly, just enough for me to stand upright. I turned to try and take this opportunity to head back to the safety of my car and get to the coast to meet my husband. It was then that I could see that the skirt had got really tangled in the branches.
I tried to release it but the skirt was so full and the wind so strong that it was so difficult to release it and I was afraid that the skirt could tear as I tried to pull it free. As I released part of the skirt more would get caught up.

It was then that I saw the headlights of a car coming towards me. I must confess by this time I was relieved as I really needed some help with my dress. The driver dipped their lights and I saw a woman get out. She could clearly see the predicament I was in and began to walk towards me. She was wearing a very sensible short but tight skirt and jumper. She did have quite long hair that she held in a ponytail over her shoulder, keeping from blowing forward.
I shouted out to her to please help me with my dress. The wind was picking up again sending my hair flying back even harder and blasting the dress against me. The skirt was ***d up to the tops of my thighs and becoming even more entangled in the branches. The woman got to me and asked if I was hurt. I told her no, but I needed help with my skirt. She began to help, having to let go of hair, needing both hand to grab the billowing skirt. Slowing between us we finally managed to pull the skirt free. I was hoping so much that it hadn't been torn. She pulled down the skirt so it was now blowing against my legs and put an arm around me as we headed back into the wind towards our cars. She put her hand to the back of her head trying to stop her hair from blowing so hard. I just held onto her with one arm and grabbed a handful of my skirt with the other.

We got back to my car and she helped me back in. As I went to get in the wind blasted my skirt right up again, and my hair all over my face again. She let go of her hair again as she reached around me to try and pull the skirt back down. I pretty much fell into the car and she gathered up the skirt as best she could and I pulled it into the car. She checked again that I was ok and I thanked her so much for her help. She asked me what had happened. I thought quickly and explained that I thought I'd run something over and got out of the car to check, but the wind had blown so hard that I lost my balance and was blown into the tree. I thanked her again and I watched as she headed back to her car, fighting against the wind. As she got to her car and turned to get in I saw her hair whipped forward. She turned her car around and so did I to head to the coast.

The experience had not put me off. On the contrary I couldn't wait to get there and meet up with my husband. Before I set off I called him to explain why I was late. He told me that it was way too windy and dangerous on the coast. He'd seen and helped 3 women already who had been blown over by the *** of the wind. This made me even more determined to get there. If anyone was going to be blown over and helped by my husband it was going to be me
I told him I would see him shortly. I checked my dress as best I could and was disappointed to see the skirt had been torn in a few places, but it could have been wors.I headed for the coast and will write about that in part II. To give you an idea of how strong the winds were, I thought at one point my dress was going to be torn by the *** of the wind, and even my husband couldn't hold down the skirt at one point.

susanhampshire, 7. Dezember 2012



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Severe Gales, Part II

I arrived down by the sea to meet my husband and parked next to is his. The wind here was definitely stronger than where I was. The gusts were rocking my car.
My husband got out of his car and fought his way to mine. His trousers and shirt were flapping wildly. He got into the car and we hugged. I told him briefly about what had happened on the way. He was so pleased that was ok but concerned I'd been out in such a strong wind by myself. Then the sound of a huge gust of wind ended the conversation as it was time to get blown away.

I had parked he car with the wind blowing from behind. I opened the door and it just blew out of my hand. I stepped out before my husband could get around to my side of the car. I was so keen to go out into the wind again. As soon as I got out my dress was whipped up at the front as before, but even harder. My hair was blown forwards and up, twisting and whipping all around. I turned to face the wind. It was a repeat of earlier but a whole lot windier. My husband came to my side and put his arm around me and we headed into the wind. My dress was blown so hard against my legs that when I looked down to watch, the pleats in the skirt were blown open and disappeared. The silk being stretched by the *** of the wind as it blew between my legs. The wind dropped a little for a while. I love walking around in the wind experiencing my clothes and hair being blown in different directions, so we strolled around waiting for the next big gust. We were walking with the wind to our backs when it hit. My hair was already blowing forward, my dress flying out at the front. We were both blown forward. My dress just went wild. I asked my husband to hold back my hair so I could see my dress blowing. He pulled my hair back as best he could and I just played with my dress in the wind. I wanted it blown right up over my head now. I wanted the pleated silk to blow into my face and body. I told my husband and we headed to an area where the wind would hit the wall and be deflected upwards. Within seconds my dress was ***d up all around me. I fought with the skirt, pushing and tugging at it to hold it down. At this point I still had some control over the skirt, but then an incredible gust took complete control of the skirt. I shouted to my husband to film me. I wanted to see this later.

My dress was up over my head. The sound of the flapping silk was so loud. The silk was blowing all around, being whipped in all directions now as well as upwards. I was finding it difficult to breath with the silk in my face. I must admit that I panicked for a moment and started beating at the skirt to try and bring it under some sort of control. I managed briefly to push it away below my head and shouted to my husband to help me pull my dress down. The wind gusted again and again, stronger each time. I thought my dress was going to blow off. It took all of my husbands strength to pull down the skirt and drag me away from the wall. The *** of the wind dropped again and we were able to bring my dress under control once again. We headed back to my car. My husband believing that I had had enough. When we got in I told him that I wanted to go back out there again. I couldn't afford to miss this opportunity. We may not see winds like this for ages.

I decided then to change out of my dress. It was time for a skirt, top and silk scarves. I wanted to experience everything that evening. I reached onto the back seat and grabbed a bag containing the clothes I wanted. Firstly, a below the knee length, white pleated, satin skirt, a red silk blouse, a long silk scarf and a large silk headscarf. I quickly changed and tied the long silk scarf around my throat and my headscarf over my head. I was ready once again to go back out into the stormy wind. I held onto my headscarf as tight as possible not wanting to lose it just yet. We walked headfirst into the wind. My skirt and blouse pressed hard against me. The scarf around my throat flying out behind.My headscarf barely staying on. We turned sideways and then away from the wind. My husband stood in front of me. My skirt blowing against him, my blouse billowing out madly. I hadn't tucked into my skirt on purpose so it would blow even more. My scarves were blowing and flapping in the wind. The headscarf flapping against the side of my face. I told my husband to slowly loosen my scarf. He put his hand between the scarf and my face and as the wind blew harder slowing pulled my scarf off. The wind caught it and blew it off completely releasing my hair into the increasing wind. He bend down so my hair would blow into his face. He loves this and so do I. We kissed, both of us ending up with a mouthful of my silky hair, but we didn't mind.

I wanted my skirt to blow up so we headed back to the wall where my dress had tried to suffocate me earlier. My skirt was shorter than my dress so it would not get blown over my head, or so I thought. I stood with my skirt flying up, my husband ready to film me again. The wind increased and blew my skirt inside out. The wind blew harder and harder. It must have been close to 60 mph. I felt my skirt blowing higher and higher. My skirt had an elasticated waistband and the strength of the wind was forcing the skirt further up my body until the waistband was up around my breasts. The skirt was now right over my head and flapping so loudly. My husband again came to my rescue and pulled my skirt back down around my waist. My silk blouse was up around my face, my long scarf flying up, mixing with my hair as it was blown vertically.

Once again we headed back to the car. I must admit that by now I was exhausted, and although I was having such a wonderful time I was ready to go home. As we walked, what was probably one of the strongest gusts yet, hit us full on. We were stopped in our tracks unable to move forward. My husband held on to me and began to pull me towards a lamppost to hold on to. This was a seriously strong wind and was on a mission to literally blow me away. I held on as tight as I could. My skirt and blouse felt as if they could tear at any moment. My hair was blowing back so hard it felt like someone had hold of it and was pulling it as hard as they could. The silk scarf around my throat was straggling me. I had to take it off. I reached up and pulled it off. There was no sign of the wind decreasing. If anything it was getting stronger.

Suddenly ahead we saw two ***age girls being blown towards us, totally at the mercy of the wind. They both had long hair that was being blown violently forward. One wore a short, tight skirt, the other a longer calf length, fuller skirt. I shouted to my husband to try and help them. He wanted to stay with me but I insisted he help them. The girls has become separated. The girl with the short skirt ahead of the other. My husband managed to catch the first girl and helped her to another lamppost to hold on to. The other girl was being blown towards me. She managed to clear some of her hair from her face and saw me reaching out to her. Her skirt was wrapped around her legs making it so difficult to keep her balance. She managed to battle her way towards me. She was level with me now and the wind blowing her sideways. Her hair was just smothering her face. Her skirt flapping so hard across her legs. She shook her head to try and get the hair out of her face. She reached out to me and me to her. She nearly managed to grab my hand but was blown further away and past me. I grabbed my scarf from my other hand and held it out for her to grasp. Somehow she managed to grab it and slowly managed to pull herself towards me. I was gripping on to the lamppost with one arm desperately trying to hold on. Then suddenly she lost her gip and footing and was blown backwards. My husband got there in just time and managed to hold onto her. Finally the wind dropped enough for us to be able to stand. We reunited the two girls who hugged my husband and thanked him for his help. I was so proud of him.

We headed back to the cars and made our way home, exhausted. I grabbed my dress from the back seat of the car and headed towards the house. My husband just driving in behind me. I was so tired. The wind was still bowing hard. Suddenly from nowhere a tremendous gust hit me and tore my dress from my hand and blew it up and into a tree. It caught there flapping like crazy. I though to myself that my dress started out in a tree and ended up in one. My husband had seen what had happened but there was nothing we could do until the morning. We went inside and I went to bed without even changing. I fell asleep to the sound of the wind still howling outside.

I woke in the morning and looked out of the window to see if the dress was still there. It had gone, unsurprisingly. My husband was in the kitchen. On the table was my dress. He'd managed to climb up and get it. I picked it up to look at it but it was ruined. The bodice had torn, one of the straps has come away and skirt was torn in a number of places. Even the hem had afraid where it had been flapping for so long and so hard in the night. I smiled at my husband and said I'd just have to buy a new one as I loved that dress so much. He looked at me and said he already had and it would be delivered in a couple of days. I just love my husband to bits.

susanhampshire, 9. Dezember 2012

[Billowing]

Wieder eine tolle Story. Die Erfahrung mit kribbeln im Bauch zum Spielplatz des Windes zu fahren erinnert an eigene Erfahrungen. Mit Blick auf die Windräder, aus welcher Richtung kommt am Ankunftsort der Wind, wie stark ist er.... während der Fahrt schonmal die Hose ausziehen und gegen einen schönen, langen, weiten Rock tauschen. Das macht einen schon etwas verrückt. Dann der Genuss beim Öffnen der Autotür und eindringen der Luft in die Fahrgastzelle. Beim Aussteigen einen gewissen Kontrollverlust über die Kleidung. Die Freiheit unter dem Rock. Boah.

[Billowing]

Freut mich sehr, dass du selber auch wieder solche Situationen wahrnehmen konntest, nachdem die Temperaturen etwas angestiegen und der Wind aufgefrischt hat.
Vielleicht gibt es Erfahrungen, die du hier teilen magst?