Day off, out for a drive.
What a predicament, standing on the side of the road next to my open car door with my hands straight up in the air; looking down the barrel of a Highway Patrolman's handgun. I'm about to pee my pants, that is what little bit of pants I have on. The Highway Patrolman is doing his best to keep his composure, but he has a huge grin on his face.
"Cripes, I almost shot you fella," he said. "What the hell were you doing fumbling around under your seat for?"
What I was doing, was struggling to put my sweat pants back on. I now realize how dangerous it was, as it must have looked like I was reaching for a weapon.
I just stood there, I didn't say a word. What could I possibly say? I was completely humiliated standing there. Wearing only a loose fitting half button t-shirt, and a pair of tight fitting cut-off jeans. I mean really cut-off; they were cut through where the back pockets normally are. Pockets were removed to allow the cut; this left my bum cheeks pretty much exposed. The cut left only the seam running down between my legs, sort of like a thong, and the front was cut so short that my balls were hanging out. My cock was folded up and to the left, it was the only thing hidden, except for the bulge. Oh yeah, and a pair of red 5 inch women's high heel shoes. I must have been quite a sight to the officer.
"Put your hands on top of the car, and spread your; legs," he ordered.
"Yes sir," I finally sputtered out, and assumed the position.
As I stood there spread eagled, with my hands on top of my car. I trembled at the thought of what's going to happen to me. He started to frisk me for contraband or weapons, starting on my main torso, then worked his hands down to my cut-offs. As if I could conceal anything in them, they were so tight; my pubic hairs were showing an outline. He even felt down my bare, shaven legs, I thought that was a little strange.
A car drove by on this quiet back road, and he said. "I can't process you here dressed like that, you'll cause an accident. Get back in your car and follow me. I've got your driver's license, so no funny stuff." He went back to his car and I got back in mine.
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