An Hour Later

When I emerged an hour later, I was noticeably more sheepish and embarrassed than when I came in, for one simple fact; I was no longer wearing underwear!

All that icy water had run right down my pants, soaking my undies completely. In the privacy of the locked bathroom, I'd stripped off my trousers and briefs and gave my underwear a good wringing to help them dry faster.

Unfortunately, all that wringing stretched them out. When I'd slipped them back on, they just slid down my legs, plopping on the cold floor. All I could do was slide on my work pants and stuff my briefs into my back pocket.

Thin protection though they were, my briefs had stopped my tight pants from riding up too far. Now, with nothing but my bare flesh against the tight slacks, they squirmed and squeezed into my most private places. The mirror confirmed my fear; whatever the male equivalent of a cameltoe was, this was it. So obvious are my cock and balls that you can easily see the outline of my cock-head.

At long last, I'd emerged from the bathroom, arms demurely crossed over my chest still as even now the fabric wasn't perfectly opaque. To my dismay it seemed many of the same customers were still here, waiting for my encore.

Shameful over my vulgar display I begged Mrs Kelly to let me work the drive-thru instead. She reluctantly agreed.