Here I was, driving in the middle of the night from one city to another. A friend was getting married in the capitol city where we went to college, but I had since moved away. I drove back for the wedding and was supposed to crash at an old buddy's place. The buddy flaked out on me, so I had no where to stay. I really didn't want to get a hotel room because I'm always on a budget. So, I just decided to pop a red bull and drive back home that night.
The drive was about 5 hours, and I think about midnight, I decided to leave the wedding reception and head back. I planned on stopping at the first gas station just outside of town to take a little break and change from my suit into some comfy clothes for the rest of the drive. I didn't take into account that the smaller gas stations outside of town close at about midnight, except for the pay-at-the-pump, so I just kept driving.
By about 2 am, I was still in my suit and very uncomfortable. I realized I was making good time and didn't want to ruin it. I decided to just change in the car while driving. I know what you're thinking; it's pretty difficult and dangerous, but I've done it a billion times. I untied my tie, and unbuttoned my shirt, something that I probably could've done easily a lot earlier, but didn't think about it. I still had my undershirt on, and I just threw my dress shirt and tie in the back seat.
Keeping my eyes on the road, and began to unbuckle my belt, one-handed, which is a talent in itself. With one hand on the wheel, I lifted my butt off the seat and slid my pants down with the other hand. I put the cruise control on so that I could take my feet off the pedal and slide my legs out of my pants without having to slow down. I then threw my dress pants in the back seat. At this point, I'm driving my car in the middle of the night in just my underwear. I still had that undershirt on, and I was wearing boxer-briefs.
This was actually the first time I've ever worn boxer-briefs. I've always found them sexy on other men, but I never thought myself as sexy enough to wear them, so I've just stuck with boxer shorts. Well, until now. I've been working on my body for a while now, and I can happily say that I'm finally seeing results. Plus, since I was going to be wearing some dress slacks for the wedding, I thought it would be more appropriate to wear something with a little more, ahem, control and support. However, since I didn't really know how boxer-briefs fit nor my new size after toning up a bit, I underestimated my size and got them a bit too small. It was fine, they just fit VERY tightly.
Anyway, I packed some gym shorts that I was planning on changing into in my tote bag, which was behind my driver's seat, or so I thought. I reach blindly and one-handedly behind me searching for my tote bag. I couldn't find it! Shit! I maneuvered my body so that I can turn my head enough to see behind my seat. In doing so, I swerved across the empty road. I still didn't see the bag, so I just grabbed the wheel to align myself with the road while I thought about what I should do next.
That's when I heard the sirens and saw the flashing lights. FUCK! A motorcycle cop must've seen my swerving across the road. It was about the time bars normally let out, so he probably thought I was driving drunk, which I'm sure happens often in these po-dunk bars in the middle of nowhere.
I pulled over to the shoulder of the highway. It's always embarrassing to get pulled over, but then I realized that I was really the only one on the highway, so no one would likely even drive by. How was I going to explain my half-dressed situation? My pants were far enough out of reach that I couldn't get to them without literally crawling into the back seat. I've heard about these country cops being a bit trigger happy, especially since everyone has a gun out here, so I'd rather face the embarrassment (or the indecency charge) than to get shot by making some quick movements. I just sat there with both hands frozen to the wheel thinking of what to say to the officer.
