Apparently 'In the Quarter...' wasn't enough for BB. He wants something more than a genital/embarrassment combo to get his full on robot chubbie. The trouble is I don't really get embarrassed. Anyone who has been on the 6 o'clock news as 'one of those naked hippy revellers' just doesn't blush up that easy... here goes....
So we'd been playing at the bus stop for quite some time. Drunken fumbling. Hands in pants and knickers, that sort of thing. I think a vague attempt at shagging had occurred but it was all a bit 'on the high street' for that. So after finally clambering onto the bus and as soon as the only other passengers had got off (probably to escape the face sucking extravavganza) I was leapt upon and knickers and flies were soon yanked out of the way.
I remember looking up at one point and seeing a rather glaring pair of eyes in the rear view mirror - 'dirty old git' I thought and carried on regardless...
The next thing I knew there was a large hand on my shoulder yanking me and my new friend apart with grunts of 'not on my bleedin' bus' and 'fucking kids these days'. That sort of thing.
So we were ejected from the bus - as luck would have it a mere 100 metres from my flat. Closer than the bus stop. What a night. We then tried out the neighbours car bonnet, the stairs, the hall floor and eventually the bedroom. Fanfuckingtastic.
So there was some sex. Quite a lot in fact. Neither me nor my friend were embarrassed but I'm fairly sure that the bus driver and the other passengers were...
Does that count....?
My then bloke and I were once thrown out of a cinema for a similar crime. (It was a very boring film.)
Posted by: Cat | Monday, 23 July 2007 at 18:54
Ummmmmmm.............
Posted by: Supply Blogger | Monday, 23 July 2007 at 19:54
What does 'Ummmmmmmm......' mean and who let you out of your box?
Posted by: penfold | Monday, 23 July 2007 at 20:24