Britney Story

At this point, I realised that I was still holding in my hand Britney's red lace panties that I had stolen from her suitcase. I raised them for another sniff, still snapping photographs as Britney turned her back away from me. She reached behind her for the ties of her pink bra. I had to restrain myself from reaching out myself to help her out of it. Britney let the bra fall as she turned back to face me and I was given a sight few people have seen quite this close up, the stunning, pert breasts of a pop superstar. I have to admit, at the sight of this stunning moment I let out a little gasp of surprise and pleasure.

In a split second, Britney was alert and aware that something was not quite right. She stepped right towards the wardrobe, right towards where I was hiding, and flung it open. Now it was Britney's turn to give a gasp of shock. I don't blame her, after all what must she have seen? A crazed fan, sitting in her wardrobe watching her undress as he snapped photos with one hand and smelt her panties with the other, all the time with a growing hard-on visible under his jeans.

"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my wardrobe?" said Britney, partly angry, partly a little scared and confused, "Hurry up or I'll call security."

"I'm Rich," I told her, "I'm a fan, I was at your show this evening." This didn't seem to reassure her.

"Listen Rich," Britney said, trying to sound reasonable, which in the situation was pretty impressive on her part, "I appreciate you dedication as a fan but you know I can't have you taking those photos of me."

"Why not?" I found myself saying almost against my will, "There's loads of nude photos of you on the internet."

Britney seemed momentarily taken back by my forwardness, I know I was.

"None of them very accurate, I can assure you," she said, "Anyway, you know this is different, seedy photos of me stripping in a hotel room, there'd be a riot of scandal."