I admit that I was speeding, when the cop pulled me over. What can I say, I was rushing to get home. I get that way when I have panties and a bra on. But let me start at the beginning, because this is a long story. It was a Friday night and I had been saving up all my courage for a month, since my girlfriend had told me she would be going out of town for the weekend. Earlier that day, after work, I had driven to a mall two counties away in a lower class neighborhood so I would be sure not to run into any of my friends. I sneaked through the mall trying to keep my head down, trying not to make eye contact with anyone, and I could not believe how embarrassed I was. When I finally got to the Victoria's Secret store, my cheeks were burning red, and I had butterflies in my stomach. Still I hadn't driven forty miles for nothing. I was going in. I was going to buy myself some women's underwear if it was the last thing I did.

I could barely contain myself as I pawed the panties and bras. I couldn't decide what I wanted, and my growing erection fogged my thinking. I tried to be nonchalant as I fingered the beaded string bikini and the 'Winter White' g-string, but seriously, how can a man expect to go unnoticed while he is picking out women's underwear? A tall, blond haired sales-woman strolled languidly towards me, her mouth cocked in a sardonic smile, her eyebrows slightly raised.