He went with me to my ADD group meeting, then we stopped for a cocktail/snack at a popular restaurant on my side of town.
He had me try a very unique beer (an IPA that I can’t remember the name of – it was gross) and we talked a lot. We talked about silly stuff, serious stuff and then sexy stuff.
In case you’ve missed it, I like sex in cars, always have. So, we found our way to a secluded (enough) spot on the top level of a parking garage. We knew there were probably security cameras, but didn’t think we’d be in the middle of climaxing when the security guard would drive up.
**Cue chase scene theme music here**
“Um, hey! I know you’re cumming, but the cops are driving straight at us.”
He jumped into the driver’s seat while I grabbed a beach towel to cover myself – this wouldn’t have been the first time I’ve had to address a man in uniform whilst nekked, after all. I know the drill.
“Just start the car and drive away,” I said.
“Where are the keys?! Oh, I found them!”
He started the car and quickly drove in the opposite direction of the security guard. The guard chose to chase us – in a golf cart. Yes, I’m serious. We started laughing at first, but then realized his golf cart was souped-up and was surprisingly fast, but not as fast as my car.
As I dressed myself in both the clothes I was wearing and the clothes I could grab from my gym bag, he sat in the front seat, absolutely bare, safely navigating the garage while we both looked over our shoulder for the golf cart.
At the garage entrance, he put the car in park and jumped to the passenger seat while I climbed over and took over driving us off premises. (At this point, I have most of my clothes on and he’s still nekked.)
Once we were on the highway, we cracked up. We had just escaped a security guard in a golf cart and acted like it we were the Bandit and Frog outrunning Smokey Bear (1997 movie reference for you youngsters.) We hi-fived and started talking all kinds of shit to an imaginary “cop” who wasn’t even chasing us anymore.
It was fun. And exciting. And we both finished. ; )
We were victorious, we felt young and we felt we were above the law – the law at a shopping center parking garage, that is.
That counts, right?