For nearly ten years, I have had a serious panty fetish. I have purchased hundreds of pairs, and wear them 24/7. But I am probably the last person people would suspect: wear a suit pretty much every day, pretty serious guy. Regardless, a few years ago, I took to wearing women’s bikini bottoms while swimming laps at the local rec center; despite being in a relatively elderly and conservative area, no one bothered me. But I stopped doing it because I was worried about seeing someone I knew.
This past weekend, I had a new opportunity to indulge this fetish. I took a few extra days off of work to go camping with some friends, who of course, cancelled on me at the last minute. Well, fuck ’em, I can still have fun. I decided to go a few hours further south and camp near the beach. As I arrived in town, countless swimsuit stores met my view. I could feel the urge growing to go inside and check them out. And since I was alone, hundreds of miles from anyone I knew, I was feeling daring.