When I was a boy, My mom had a good friend named Julia.  Julia was a gymnast, and we would regularly attend her competitions.  In time, I began to notice how good Julia Looked as she performed in her black Leotard.  I became mesmerized with how her hips moved, and the curves of her body.  Even when she would be at our house visiting, I couldn't help but watch her and wonder what she had on under her clothes.

            One day, when I was 10 years old my Mom had to go out of town on a day trip, and I had no school.  Julia agreed to let me come over for the day.  I was excited not only because she was beautiful, but she was really cool and I liked talking with her.  I had no idea what I was in for that day.  Shortly after arriving at Julia's, she asked me if I would like to watch her practice her gymnastic moves (she had a small gym set up in her basement).  Of course I agreed, feeling like the luckiest boy in the world.  She handed me a folding chair and told me to go downstairs and wait while she got ready.  I went downstairs and waited.

            Soon Julia came down wearing her warm-up robe and I assumed her Leotard underneath.  She stood in front of me and shocked me with what she said.

            “Trevor, your mom tells me you seem obsessed with the women's underwear pictures in her Department store catalogs.  She's worried about it.  She thinks you will get warped.  I told her that men are visual, and that it was normal for them to want to see women in sexy things that brought out their beauty.  I told her I would talk to you about it though, as she is too embarrassed.  Tell me Trevor, what is your favorite thing to see a woman wearing, and don't be shy, I want to know.”

            “Panties, I guess.”  I said, with my face turning red.

            “Come on,” said Julia, “Relax a little, I'm not telling anyone, believe me.  Now, tell me, do you like the cotton ones or the nylon ones?”

            “Nylon, I guess, they look sexier and I know how nice they feel.”

Julia laughed at this and admitted that My mother knew I had grabbed her underwear off the drying rack to feel them.

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