I actually can't believe that I haven't realized this before because it has basically slapped me in the face my entire life, but I think I have a damn panties fetish. Here in the last week, I noticed a young lady with a dress on sitting about 15 feet across from me on a bar stool. Of course I noticed the dress and was admiring her legs, wondering what heavenly sight waited at the intersection of those lovely limbs of hers, when she busted me. Caught off guard, instead of smiling or flirting, I looked away. Apparently she thought that was cute because the next time I looked over, she casually uncrossed her legs ever so slightly and gave me a slight peek at the pretty purple lace underneath. I'm not too sure I've ever been more turned on in my entire life. Since that moment, all I can thing about is those purple little panties. Damn, I'm going to need therapy.