Let's talk about knickers here a while, I love 'em, aren't knickers just wonderful? Now of course I'm not talking about great big knickers on huge fat wobbly bums. Now if that's your thing, well you're welcome to it because it doesn't do it for me quite frankly and I just don't want to even think about those kind - let alone be seeing them, on or off - so lets banish those images from our minds right from the start. Lets be upfront here, I'm talking nice knickers on nice arses - be it those wonderful slim young ladies out in the summer sun, or the more curvaceous MILFS, the dirty thirties, the fit forties!!
Knickers, whether they are on or off, or if they are coming off (by their hands or by mine, either will do just fine thanks). Knickers on the washing line, on the racks in the lingerie department with attractive ladies picking them up, considering whether to buy or not and me trying to picture them in situ or thinking about choosing the rest of the outfit and hoping they, or the girlfriend don't see me having a sneaky peak out the corner of my eye while she chooses some for her/us.
A little slice of heaven is a stolen glimpse of a pair of knickers under a short skirt when the wind catches it or perhaps when she is getting out of the car. Caught sight of when sitting on the beach, or in the park, spying lustful eyes behind dark glasses. Dark knickers showing through light trousers or a skirt. Do bikini bottoms count? Why not?