That's not her drawers
Years ago a few friends and I went to Benidorm. Our hotel afforded a good view across the town towards the beach, and took in a row of holiday homes on the street opposite. Regularly while we were sunning ourselves on the balcony, several other people would be doing the same across the street, oblivious to our view of them.

One day, a not-entirely-unattractive older lady was out there, doing - of all things - her ironing. Being the only thing close to an attractive female we'd seen on those balconies so far, she became something of a celebrity with us. "She's ironing again" would be the shout, and we'd all pile out to have a quick look.

One such occasion represented the Utopia of our voyeurism - obviously thinking she was secluded out there, she'd decided a spot of topless ironing was in order. Cue the following conversation:

Me: "Fellas, she's out again. And she's topless"
* STAMPEDE FROM WITHIN THE ROOM AS THE OTHERS JOIN ME *
Mate: Nice
Me: Yep. It's a pity she's wearing such minging knickers though. Look at 'em, they look like some kind of animal fur
Mate: Er...
Me: What?
Mate: I'm not sure that is a pair of knickers actually...

Closer inspection did indeed reveal that she wasn't just topless, but completely starkers, and in posession of possibly THE bushiest clopper this side of Germany. It actually went round the back as well. Suffice to say she was stricken from the spy list very shortly afterwards...
(titusyouclown, Mon 15 Oct 2007, 12:49, Reply)