Many, many years ago I had started to play Squash. I wasn't very good, but a work-mate of my wife was even newer to it and wanted some practice, I think with somebody who wouldn't be too far above her in ability. She was quite good looking and perhaps a little younger than me. She turned up and we went to change (separately). We met up on the allotted court and she was wearing a very short tennis dress with what I soon found out to be plain white cotton knickers under. Every time she bent down to pick up the ball I got great views of her knickers. As distracting as that was, I still managed to win most of the games, but the memory kinda lingers.
