In my last story, Victorias Secret Undies, I didn’t mean to sound completely unknowledgeable about sexy undies. I got a Victorias Secret credit card back when I was married. Jenny, too, liked pretty undies. And it became a part of our romance that just before Easter, Valentines Day, Christmas, her birthday, or whenever she felt like it, she would put her hand out, and I would slap the VS credit card in it, and she would go shopping. The deal was that she would buy, and I would pay for it. Then for the next while, every once in a while, she would surprise me with a new VS thing on. I was totally the winner on that. Jenny was a sexy woman, and sexy clothes from VS just added to her beauty. That is why I always thought sexy undies were for men.

I wrote the story and almost didn’t post it. It felt weird going to Victorias Secret. Not only there were lots of beautiful sexy undies there, but the first time I went, there were lots of young beautiful women shopping, and the sales women were beautiful too, with sexy outfits on. But being an old guy, I was afraid to look at them much. It might look like I was a creep. So I kept my eyes on the goods, and was nervous, but then I thought, some girl is gonna see me looking at bras and panties, (and it was taking me a little time to surmount the learning curve, to get a handle on what I was looking at) and think, “that old guy over there is sure staring at the panties a long time.” Lupita just said panties. Not briefs or bikinis, or thongs, or T-backs, or any of the other kinds. I pulled out my phone and looked at the link pictures. They were for boy-shorts, and bikinis. Boy shorts? Wtf is that? So I did what any normal padrino would do, I face timed Lupita on WhatsApp. She laughed so hard seeing me in the undies store. While I was talking to her, the sales girl came over and asked me if she could help. I asked her if she spoke Spanish, she did, so I handed her my phone and told Lupita to talk to her about what she would want. They gabbed in Spanish for a couple minutes, and then she hung up, and grabbed my arm, and a shopping bag, and we cruised the store and came up with a collection that she was sure Lupita would think perfect. It always helps to get advice from someone in the know. She never once looked at me like I was an old man. I felt a lot better. Checking out, the woman behind me was looking at the undies I had put on the counter to buy, and looked at me with a questioning look on her face. I smiled and said, “I have an 18 year old girlfriend, and she likes this sexy stuff. So do I.” And I winked at her. Subsequent trips were much easier.

Vickies!  

One of the things about mentoring girls, I always learned new stuff.