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Same here.Hehe, I've had something similar. Connected vehicles can definitely catch you out. In my case it was my wife and I getting in the car to go to work and me discovering that when the stereo auto-connected to my phone via Bluetooth, it displayed the title and website of the porn video I'd been watching earlier.
Fortunately she knows I often rub one out early and we had a laugh about it
Please tell us the rest of your Erika encounter(s).I wish I had a single “caught” story because that would indicate I learned from the experience and did not let it happen again. But I have 3, so you can see I am a slow learner or maybe I just like getting caught. I’ll share the first one now and maybe the other two later.
In my senior year of college, I spent Thanksgiving at my good friend’s house rather than taking an expensive cross-country flight to see my parents. I would save myself money and see them in a few weeks for Christmas.
I went to Gretchen’s house in Hartford and met her parents. Grech was a knockout and when I met her mom and dad, I saw why. Both of Norwegian descent, they were the most attractive couple I had ever met.
No, I did not sleep with her dad, but yes, I sure wanted to.
My getting caught story had to do with me doing my laundry. Erika, Gretchen’s mother, had a laundry basket full of clothes ready for the wash, but kindly let me go ahead and wash my laundry (free laundry for a college student is like winning the lottery). As I loaded my weeks’ worth of clothes in the machine, I noticed Erika’s soiled thongs in her laundry pile. I ignored it for a few minutes, but something overpowered me, and I picked up a pair of violet Fleur du Mal thongs. If you know your thongs, Fleur du Mal is the Cadillac. I could not help myself. I held it to my face and inhaled her scent. I’ve enjoyed the smell of my own panties, but this was a first with someone else’s, and I found it intoxicating. And…no, I did not get caught.
An hour later, I went to move my wash to the dryer, and the thong was still there. I inhaled it again, getting another huge rush. Each inhale made my pussy churn with excitement, and …no, I did not get caught.
Perhaps it was the arrogance of not getting caught, but when I went back to the laundry room to get my stuff from the dryer, there was the thong, and since no one was around, I went for it again like a drug addict who can’t get enough of a high.
And…yes, this time I got caught. Gretchen’s mom walked in as I was in mid-inhale of her thong. I felt time stop. I tried to think of anything I could to explain. I tried to make up a lie, but I was cold-busted. I gently put her soiled thong back on the pile of dirty clothes and remarked,
“that is a lovely pair of panties. Someday I want to be able to afford Fleur du Mal,” and left. After two more days at the house, I did not seek any additional sniffs and left for the drive back to school on Sunday with Gretchen.
When I left, we all hugged goodbye. Gretchen drove and when I put my hand in my jacket pocket, I felt something. Pulling it out, I saw Erika had slipped her still unwashed thong into my jacket pocket when we hugged goodbye. There is more to this story (spring break) but that’s for a different forum question.
Umm way back when there was this park where when we first got out licences we took our gals to screw , but for like 2 months of that summer "OF Son Of Sam" we were all on edge, plus a bunch of guys reported a "GUY" coming right up to the car, LOL so we all were carrying Hammers, Just as I'm about to bust a nut the gal screems as she sees him, I grab the hammer and I smashed him and my window. I got him to as there was a mess of blood. Sorry, but The dude wrecked my night.Junior Year of high school. At a drive in movie (remember those), in my dad's '72 Chevy Impala - with a bench seat that afforded a pretty comfortable round of licky-licky/sucky-sucky. Girlfriend and I were both naked, and she was giving me a blowjob as I leaned against the driver's side door - where I could see out the passenger window. As I opened my eyes, from enjoying her pleasuring, I saw a figure, from the neck down, who had stopped to watch. I tried to subtly let her know, by tapping on her back, but she was so into it, she never noticed. The guy finally walked on, and I politely finished in her mouth. So, I guess, everyone got what they came for....
Already posted this in forum ages ago x being caught by my son and his friend when they had left for a weekend sleepover but returned unexpectedly as I was mid-climax with my favourite toy x x xI guess I’m the only one with an embarrassing story? Or the only one willing to admit it?
oh I wish I was your son. Walking in on you an catching you naked an mid climaxing. My eyes would be spot on to you wet pussy an toy working it. Were you naked? Love to see my moms tits too. Did your son stay an watch you finish? I would have, probably dropped my pants quick an starting stroking my cock an letting you- my mom see me shooting my cum for you. And you do have a very sexy body in your profile picture mmmAlready posted this in forum ages ago x being caught by my son and his friend when they had left for a weekend sleepover but returned unexpectedly as I was mid-climax with my favourite toy x x x
In the UK that's called Dogging...Junior Year of high school. At a drive in movie (remember those), in my dad's '72 Chevy Impala - with a bench seat that afforded a pretty comfortable round of licky-licky/sucky-sucky. Girlfriend and I were both naked, and she was giving me a blowjob as I leaned against the driver's side door - where I could see out the passenger window. As I opened my eyes, from enjoying her pleasuring, I saw a figure, from the neck down, who had stopped to watch. I tried to subtly let her know, by tapping on her back, but she was so into it, she never noticed. The guy finally walked on, and I politely finished in her mouth. So, I guess, everyone got what they came for....
You Brits are a creative bunch when it comes to play time! #shagIn the UK that's called Dogging...
And they only put on their rubbers when it's raining.You Brits are a creative bunch when it comes to play time! #shag
Your dad was proud lolFirst year at university.
I was still living at home during that time, parents were divorced by then and Dad still was living in the house.
Girlfriend and me decided we wanted to have a more comfortable place to fuck, so we went to my house and spent a couple hours fucking in my room while Dad was home watching TV or some such shit. For obvious reasons we tried to be polite about any noise making, but that doesn't always work out like you planned. Besides, I'd heard him banging a couple of women in the house after the divorce so I might have had a little payback in mind.
Anyway, after we are done we hang around for a short time and then I take GF back home. When I get back Dad has gone off to bed and nothing is said... Cool right?
Next morning i'm in the kitchen eating Cheerios or some such stuff and my Dad comes strolling into the kitchen, tosses a dozen packet of Trojans on the table, and calmly says, "Here, I think you may need these." I'm pretty much gobsmacked at this point and the only thing I can think of to say is....
"Thanks Dad".
Yep, busted....
Been there before.My mother catching me hump my pillow from behind.
Have you not humped a pillow before?Does a pillow have a front and back? Or she saw your backside?
Ah! Funny how this thread appears at the top as I checked in just now. I actually began the sketchy first draft yesterday, pecked at it a little today. It's revealing many possibilities already.Great idea! You should write that and post the link here for us to read.