'Ahhh . . . yes.' I stammered lamely. 'I am looking for some, ahhh. . . under-things, for my . . . girlfriend. Its her . . . It's her birthday, yes that's what it is, and she just loves your under-things. I thought maybe you could help me pick out a few things for her.' The sales-girl looked down at me. She was over six feet tall in her open toed heels, and she towered over my diminutive 5'7", 129 lb. frame. She crossed her richly tanned arms below her well endowed breasts, and set one heel to the side, bending her knee. The action slightly hiked up her short black pleated skirt and I could just barely see the lace of her black single-seamed thigh high stocking on the inside of her leg.

'For your girlfriend, huh?' She sneered. 'For a second there I was sure you were looking for panties for yourself? You aren't looking for panties for yourself are you?' She said, enjoying the crimson color of my face, obviously observing the erection of my little cock in my trousers.

'I b . . . I beg your pardon.' I whispered.