That was funny Cherry...Mine was when I was married....her mom and stepdad were there for the week of christmas and the guest bedroom just happened to be right below the master bedroom....my ex-wife and I were trying to not be loud but half way through our fun we started hearing her mom and stepdad going at it and they were very loud. My ex and I started laughing so much her mom heard us and yelled through the vent....well it is your fault we heard you first....then all four of us were laughing and I don't think anyone finished that night.....but after the visit we did flip floped the den and guest bedroom in that house so that would never happen again
Seven summers ago, I was chatting with an intriguing woman on AOL. Both her and I escalated our conversation from 'Hello', to...'Wanna fuck?' in under sixty minutes.
We lived within an hour of each other and agreed to meet at a local shopping mall and have a few cocktails, in case we wished to break the ice further.
The ice was already well shattered by the time we did meet in person and she invited me into her convertible, where I rode, shotgun as she drove.
Rather than taking my suggestion to swing by the nearest hotel for safety and privacy, she decided that she wanted to horse around like she (and I) did in our youth, so she found what she assumed was a secluded gravel road in the boonies, some ten or so miles away.
I forget how we contorted ourselves into the position, but I was straddling her from above, my jeans down around one ankle, sandals kicked off and she was reclining in the passenger seat, while I was busily trying to fuck her pretty face and mouth.
Suddenly, headlights appeared over the slight rise of the hill, approaching her car from behind. I shuddered and dropped myself prone upon her and mentioned, "I think we have company."
Our guest turned out to be a county sheriff's deputy.
Oh, man..was he livid. He proceeded to read me a major riot act as I attempted to pull my Levi's over my bare ass and I noticed that my partner had turned beet red, facially, while still in her reclined passenger seat.
He took my driver's license and her ID card back to his patrol vehicle and I felt certain I was up Shit Creek without a paddle.
Maybe five minutes later he approached my side of the car, assuming that I was the driver and started in on me again.
"I could run you both in on charges of public indecency!" blah blah blah... "Why did you not think to use a hotel or your own damned residences?" blah blah blah
He continued his rant as he walked around the front of her car and as he handed the plastic ID back to her, he said..."Cheryl, perhaps you should drive your vehicle back to wherever you picked this jackass up, and get your ass back home to your kids and husband."
He fucking knew her!
She fucking knew him!
She was married to his boss, the county sheriff. Gawdfuckingdamn! I almost pissed myself.
It was not so very funny at the time. She was scared shitless while she drove us back to the shopping mall, we said very little to each other in the interim.
As she let me out of her car in the parking lot, I told her that I'd see her later online, she kind of grunted and drove off. The deputy informed me that he would be following me back towards my home state, some four miles away, just to ensure that I finished my evening NOT in his state.
And he proceeded to escort me back to Missouri at a bit before 10 pm that night.
I never conversed with Cheryl again. Not funny at the time. Sort of humorous later.
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
