Embarrassing Moments

[Misty_Morning]

Well, I can't believe I forgot about this until now. Maybe I've been trying to just ignore it all day long.

Early this morning I had somebody come by my house to give me an estimate for moving me form one locale to another. He and I walked through my house while he noted all my belongings on this electronic notepad.

At some point instead of me leading him through my house, he took the lead. OK. No problem. He would open cabinets and closets and such. I got no problem with that.

Then we got to my bedroom. Still no problem. Then he started to open the drawers of my dressers and nightstands. Well, I have one night stand that I keep all my toys in. When he went to open it I tried to stop him with conversation, but I wasn't quick enough.

Thank god he only saw what was in the first drawer. But still I was quite embarrassed, as was he. He didn't look in the other drawers.

So...come on..fess up...what have been some of your more embarrassing moments?

 

[Guest]

Why would he need to look inside your night stand?

 

[Misty_Morning]

Why would he need to look inside your night stand?

I don't know...at this point I was just following him around. I should have said something. I keep going over it in my mind and I just can't figure it out. No one else did that.

ETA: He gave me the low bid.....yes he's gonna move me from point A to point B. Hey....money talks...

 

[Guest]

Methinks I smell a rat.

Maybe his embarrassed look was an act - he just wanted a look at your toys.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

I agree, what was he doing being so nosy?

But my most embarrassing, was when I handed my fiance a knife to use and fish guts fell from it. . .(my dad's pocket knife, and he'd used it that morning to clean fish). . . I was giving it to my fiance to use as a steak knife.

Another. . . getting caught by a mall security cop, while being fingered in the back alley behind the mall. . .

 

[SeaCat]

Oh I can think of oh so many of these moments.

Some of the best?

Two years ago during Hurricane Frances I was working in the hospital. Those of us in the Alpha Team were there for the duration. We were bunked up several to a room. In my room there was my wife, myself and two other Nursing Staff.

I got off duty after roughly 18 hours and decided it was time for a shower. The room we were in was not even fit for a patient to stay in. No beds, just mattresses on the floor. The bathroom didn't have a door, just a blanket across the opening. The shower itself didn't have a curtain, it wasn't designed to have one.

My wife was downstairs getting something to eat and no one else was around when I stepped into the shower. I had been in the shower for a couple of minutes, and had turned off the water to conserve hot water when I heard someone come into the room. Not a big deal, it was most likely my wife coming back from the cafateria.

The next thing I know here comes one of our room mates, a sweet, cute little thing who thankfully has a great sense of humor. She steps into the bathroom, drops her pants and parks on the john before she realises there is anyone there.

To say it was a bit embarrassing is a bit of an understatement.

It all worked out in the end though.

Cat

 

[fieryjen]

I agree, what was he doing being so nosy?

But my most embarrassing, was when I handed my fiance a knife to use and fish guts fell from it. . .(my dad's pocket knife, and he'd used it that morning to clean fish). . . I was giving it to my fiance to use as a steak knife.

Another. . . getting caught by a mall security cop, while being fingered in the back alley behind the mall. . .

Oh, I haven't tried that one yet

 

[mjl2010]

I'm not sure who was more embarrassed, me or her. It was back when I still worked in computer support. I got called to a desk to fix something, not sure what for anymore. I needed her password to get the job done.

"P I need your password."
"Oh."
Silence
"P?"
"Ok"
She spelled it. Turning redder with every letter.
"L-U-V-2-S-U-C-K-I-T"

Uh huh. Met the spec for passwords too. Eight letters and at least one digit not at the beginning or end.

MJL

 

[StrixVaria]

Embarassing?
I have too many to count, but I'll rehash one here since no one seemed to notice it when I posted elsewhere...

About a year after the “Moped Incident”, I finally got the chance to get laid. True to form, what should have been a simple session of hot carnal knowledge turned into a train wreck of embarrassment.

My life had settled into a sort of a routine. I was a junior in High School, I was a promising starter on the swim team with a 100 meter butterfly time that most freestyler’s would die to own (I was competing favorably with Steve Lundquist and Rowdy Gaines) , my grades were up, and I worked two part-time jobs…and cleaned the Church on Wednesday and Sunday nights after services. I was a sixteen year-old virgin and so chock-full of testosterone that the pressure in my balls would have put a pressure cooker to shame.

Word had spread about the unfortunate incident the previous October. None of the girls in either of the County’s High Schools would dare be seen with “Moped Boy”. I was anathema, a veritable social disease. The one bright light in my life was the Choir Director. She was trapped in an unhappy marriage with a stupidly devout rural Georgia redneck who could have doubled as Ennis from the “Dukes of Hazzard”. We would commiserate about our troubles after services.

One fateful Sunday Night, just after Thanksgiving, I was asked to pull the Christmas decorations out of the attic and arrange them so that the biddies from the Women’s Missionary Union could “Decorate the Lord’s House”. Heather, the Choir Director, offered to help.

The attic, even in November, was rather warm…and nasty. I stripped out of my “Church Clothes” and put on a pair of shorts that I used in the gym. There was no need to get the good stuff covered in grime that had been accumulating in that attic for the past 100 some odd years. For some reason, Heather seemed to be acting a little strangely. I asked if she was feeling OK, and she assured me that she was better than she had been in years. I thought that was an odd comment, but was a little distracted by the thought of having to fight off the pigeons and rats that I knew made their homes in that fucking attic. Access was through the ceiling in the sanctuary. We had a ladder which would reach, but it had seen better days. Heather was holding the bottom of the ladder while I made trips in and out of the “gaping maw of filth”. As I was descending with the final load of “God jewelry”, I felt Heather’s hand on my butt… It wasn’t a “steadying hand’, she was kneading my butt like a woman testing fruit in the supermarket.

I was shocked… I was stunned… I was sporting a boner that threatened to escape the confines of my shorts. Yep, you got it, zero to flagpole slightly faster than the speed of sound. I turned, questioning… and was greeted with a full-on kiss and grope.

I couldn’t believe what was happening, this woman was in her 40’s… and she was feeling me up. I think the only coherent thought that I managed was something like “WOW”. Not “she’s married, you shouldn’t be doing this”; Not “ she’s over twice your age, what the fuck are you doing?”; Not “Jesus Fucking Christ on a pogo stick, you’re in Church, what the fuck are you thinking?”; Just “WOW.” Yes, further evidence that men are truly simple creatures.

Over the next two hours, Heather instructed me in the arts of pleasuring a woman. When “Ennis” came by to check on her, we were doggy style on top of the altar.

Four hours later, when the hastily reassembled congregation finally left… Four hours later, after tearful confessions and promises to never, ever profane the Lords House again… Four hours later, after the Catholic Priest and his Holy Water went back home… Four hours later, after one of the most spirited “Hellfire and Brimstone” sermons that my father had ever given…. Four hours later, I got the beating of my life.

I’m here to tell you that IT WAS WORTH IT.

“Do This In Remembrance Of Me” will never, ever have the same ring.

 

[Trombonus]

Ok, well, I was out on the field for marching band practice. We were rehearsing and I was...having problems with my jeans. The problem being I was not wearing a belt. So I'm trying to keep my pants up while the director is yelling at me to get my horn up. Finally the pants just fall clean off, and you hear on the loud speaker "Chris get your horn up...Chris pull your pants up!" Not one of my finer moments.

 

[Tx Tall Tales]

Ok, here's one I've NEVER repeated. I was mortified.

I'd been chasing after this beautiful woman for weeks. I was really working hard on her. I was young, 22, she was an "older woman" of 27.

All my efforts were finally achieving my goal. I'd gotten some kissing in recently, and finally was getting my first sexual contact.

I was sitting in the front of my car, and with her encouragement I pulled down my pants. I was larger than I'd ever been, and was quite proud of myself as she went down on me. It was incredible.

There was one small problem. I had to take a leak, really bad. I had worked so hard and long at getting in this position, and I was so incredibly overcome by the amazing blowjob I was receiving that I was determined to just hold back. The urge to pee was keeping me from shooting, and my friend just went to town on my cock, giving me the suck of my life. I finally felt myself ready to cum and as I did, my gorgeous friend sucked me deep to swallow it all.

I did more than cum. I don't know how, but I peed like a rocket - filling her mouth and splashing her face and all our clothes. It was like a fire hose loose in the front of the car. I threw the door open and finished peeing outside, while she sat there stunned. I had to explain my problem, the need to go, the reluctance to do anything that might interfere with her lips being around my turgid cock, and the fact that when I was ready to come, I just couldn't hold back any longer and lost complete control of my bladder.

She laughed it off, and we both had spare clothes in gym bags, so we were spared the additional humiliation of walking around urine drenched. I thought that I'd doomed our relationship, but it was just the beginning, and this yound lady was the model and inspiration for several of my stories (Our First Swing...).

 

[pop_54]

I don't often do 'embarrassed' never have... I tend to shrug my shoulders and adopt the "Ah well could be worse", attitude, then make a joke of it all, blame someone else Or just fuck off and forget it.

But I know you're looking for naughty or commical stories here, things that some might find embarrassing or awkward... So let me think...

I suppose an erotic one that could have been an embarrassment to some people was the evening (when still single) one of my girlfriends of the time caught me shagging her mother. Well I'd just finished shagging said mother, but we were still adjusting our clothing when Carol walked into the back room and discovered mummy... leaning on the wall against which I'd just given her one standing up... pulling her knickers up, and me zipping my fly. Sort of pretty obvious what we'd been doing I'm afraid, not least cos mummy did the massive cherry red embarrassed thing and began apologising immediately.

 

[Misty_Morning]

...

Four hours later, when the hastily reassembled congregation finally left… Four hours later, after tearful confessions and promises to never, ever profane the Lords House again… Four hours later, after the Catholic Priest and his Holy Water went back home… Four hours later, after one of the most spirited “Hellfire and Brimstone” sermons that my father had ever given…. Four hours later, I got the beating of my life.

I’m here to tell you that IT WAS WORTH IT.

“Do This In Remembrance Of Me” will never, ever have the same ring.

I am so sorry...but I just can't stop laughing.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Strix.... details, more and more and more. . . = story on Lit... PLEASE. (just fix that age thing. )

 

[TheeGoatPig]

I can't believe that I don't have a single story to compare with any of these. I've done very well in avoiding embarrising situations such as these, and I have no idea how...

 

[angelicminx]

Embarassing?
I have too many to count, but I'll rehash one here since no one seemed to notice it when I posted elsewhere...

About a year after the “Moped Incident”, I finally got the chance to get laid. True to form, what should have been a simple session of hot carnal knowledge turned into a train wreck of embarrassment.

My life had settled into a sort of a routine. I was a junior in High School, I was a promising starter on the swim team with a 100 meter butterfly time that most freestyler’s would die to own (I was competing favorably with Steve Lundquist and Rowdy Gaines) , my grades were up, and I worked two part-time jobs…and cleaned the Church on Wednesday and Sunday nights after services. I was a sixteen year-old virgin and so chock-full of testosterone that the pressure in my balls would have put a pressure cooker to shame.

Word had spread about the unfortunate incident the previous October. None of the girls in either of the County’s High Schools would dare be seen with “Moped Boy”. I was anathema, a veritable social disease. The one bright light in my life was the Choir Director. She was trapped in an unhappy marriage with a stupidly devout rural Georgia redneck who could have doubled as Ennis from the “Dukes of Hazzard”. We would commiserate about our troubles after services.

One fateful Sunday Night, just after Thanksgiving, I was asked to pull the Christmas decorations out of the attic and arrange them so that the biddies from the Women’s Missionary Union could “Decorate the Lord’s House”. Heather, the Choir Director, offered to help.

The attic, even in November, was rather warm…and nasty. I stripped out of my “Church Clothes” and put on a pair of shorts that I used in the gym. There was no need to get the good stuff covered in grime that had been accumulating in that attic for the past 100 some odd years. For some reason, Heather seemed to be acting a little strangely. I asked if she was feeling OK, and she assured me that she was better than she had been in years. I thought that was an odd comment, but was a little distracted by the thought of having to fight off the pigeons and rats that I knew made their homes in that fucking attic. Access was through the ceiling in the sanctuary. We had a ladder which would reach, but it had seen better days. Heather was holding the bottom of the ladder while I made trips in and out of the “gaping maw of filth”. As I was descending with the final load of “God jewelry”, I felt Heather’s hand on my butt… It wasn’t a “steadying hand’, she was kneading my butt like a woman testing fruit in the supermarket.

I was shocked… I was stunned… I was sporting a boner that threatened to escape the confines of my shorts. Yep, you got it, zero to flagpole slightly faster than the speed of sound. I turned, questioning… and was greeted with a full-on kiss and grope.

I couldn’t believe what was happening, this woman was in her 40’s… and she was feeling me up. I think the only coherent thought that I managed was something like “WOW”. Not “she’s married, you shouldn’t be doing this”; Not “ she’s over twice your age, what the fuck are you doing?”; Not “Jesus Fucking Christ on a pogo stick, you’re in Church, what the fuck are you thinking?”; Just “WOW.” Yes, further evidence that men are truly simple creatures.

Over the next two hours, Heather instructed me in the arts of pleasuring a woman. When “Ennis” came by to check on her, we were doggy style on top of the altar.

Four hours later, when the hastily reassembled congregation finally left… Four hours later, after tearful confessions and promises to never, ever profane the Lords House again… Four hours later, after the Catholic Priest and his Holy Water went back home… Four hours later, after one of the most spirited “Hellfire and Brimstone” sermons that my father had ever given…. Four hours later, I got the beating of my life.

I’m here to tell you that IT WAS WORTH IT.

“Do This In Remembrance Of Me” will never, ever have the same ring.

ROFL. I love churches. Thanks for sharing.

 

[Vermilion]

Well there was the time when I was being fucked by a then-boyfriend. He was a big boy, it was early in the relationship (before it all went to hell) and he was doing me doggy-style which always makes me ... um... vocal.

We'd reached the crucial moment and I was screaming and shouting profanities, dirty talk - anything that came in my head, but mostly just screaming incoherent sounds.

As I collapsed exhausted on the floor, panting, I could hear concerned voices drifting in through the open window...

"Seriously, don;t you think we ought to call the police?"

"I dunno, it's stopped now"

"Yeah, but what if she's unconscious or dead...?"

I grabbed the sheet off the bed and lurched to the window, leaning out so I could see the people talking. They were looking up at the window and their mouths dropped open as I peered out, my hair dishevelled and my cheeks pink.

"Don't call the police" I yelled in my plummiest voice, waving merrily at them, "We were just having a fuck!"

More funny than embarrassing if you ask me...
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[mdb913]

Oh, I can't WAIT until I can start piling these stories up myself...

 

[Vermilion]

Oh, I can't WAIT until I can start piling these stories up myself...

How'd'you mean?
x
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[mdb913]

How'd'you mean?
x
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That "Virgin" under my name isn't just for decoration. It's not something I brag about or anything, but I'm not going to lie about it, or even keep it hidden.

 

[Vermilion]

That "Virgin" under my name isn't just for decoration. It's not something I brag about or anything, but I'm not going to lie about it, or even keep it hidden.

That's fair enough... not that one needs to be sexually active to have an embarrassing moment.

One of my most humiliating moments to date was when I was about 4 or 5 and I was playing at a friend's house in the garden. I needed to use the toilet so I came inside, but his mum wouldn;t let me come in until I'd taken my shoes off. They were new shoes, for school, with straps across the foot sone up with stiff buckles. I squatted down and struggled trying to undo them. I'd undone one and was starting the other when my self-control went and I wet myself. Sure, I was only little, but I was old enough to be ashamed. I find that far more embarrassing than any of the sexual ones and I think that's the first time I've told anyone about it.

The sex ones are funnier though - but perhaps not at the time

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[scheherazade_79]

Well, I can't believe I forgot about this until now. Maybe I've been trying to just ignore it all day long.

Early this morning I had somebody come by my house to give me an estimate for moving me form one locale to another. He and I walked through my house while he noted all my belongings on this electronic notepad.

At some point instead of me leading him through my house, he took the lead. OK. No problem. He would open cabinets and closets and such. I got no problem with that.

Then we got to my bedroom. Still no problem. Then he started to open the drawers of my dressers and nightstands. Well, I have one night stand that I keep all my toys in. When he went to open it I tried to stop him with conversation, but I wasn't quick enough.

Thank god he only saw what was in the first drawer. But still I was quite embarrassed, as was he. He didn't look in the other drawers.

So...come on..fess up...what have been some of your more embarrassing moments?

I don't get embarrassed over things like that anymore - although I have to agree, it's kind of weird that he felt the urge to look in your nightstand.

My embarrassing moments? Too many...

However, two stories spring to mind along that theme:

Baggage Search
I was flying from Orlando to Amsterdam. I'd planned on doing a major Sex Shopping Expedition in Amsterdam, but temptation had gotten the better of me in a seedy little American sex shop, and I'd ended up buying a couple of hardcore DVDs.
I'd had a great last night with my girlfriend. She was kind of shy when it came to porn, so I made her sit in front of it while I went down on her. It turned into a marathon session, where I only got about 2 hours' sleep before I had to leave for the airport. The DVDs were the last thing I stuffed into my backpack.
When I got to the airport it turned out that everyone had to check their suitcases in, then hand them over to these really hot female security guards to be searched by hand...
I probably would have panicked less if I'd been carrying a couple of kilos of heroin.
As it happened, you weren't expected to stand there while your cases were searched - the security chicks put them straight onto the conveyer belt to go onto the plane once they'd been searched.
So I thought "fuck it", gave my backpack to the hottest woman and walked off with a smile on my face.

Tampon Explosion
I'd forgotten to zip up one of the compartments of my bag, and it happened to be the compartment where I kept girl-things - like make-up and tampons and paracetemol and paper hankies...
I was in the middle of giving some kids a bollocking for doing something or other, when my bag fell off the desk onto one of the kids' desks. Cue - an explosion of tampons, and one very sweet little boy who helped me pick everything up off the floor.
I carried on giving the kids a bollocking as I was doing it

 

[Selena_Kitt]

Why would he need to look inside your night stand?

Actually I've had movers do that... you wouldn't believe the amount of stuff people can cram in drawers and cupboards... they have to see what you've got in there to estimate, if they're packing it...

 

[Guest]

Actually I've had movers do that... you wouldn't believe the amount of stuff people can cram in drawers and cupboards... they have to see what you've got in there to estimate, if they're packing it...

Yes - they looked in some dresser drawers of ours the last time we moved.

But I just thought - a tiny nightstand? I mean honestly, everybody knows what naughty girls keep in their nightstand drawers.

 

[Fallenfromgrace]

Hmmm, ive not really had too much to go on but here's a few that embarrass me...

I once brought my ex to orgasm with external stimulation, in a toilet cubicle at a club. She was vocal for once so im sure everyone could hear her. The next thing we heard was a demanding bang on the door and an autoritative 'open up!'. So the ex adjusts herself and i open the door. Standing there is the female security guard threatening to kick us out if we're caught in the cubicle again together. We blushed like hell as we walked past the huge queue into the ladies as everyone was well aware of what was going on...

Ummm, shortly after i first started at my new place i had to go and ask my supervisor something, now...she is HOT. HOT HOT HOT. And i get a little tongue tied when talkng to her. I ended up getting so tongue tied even i couldnt remember what i had wanted to say. I went bright red and suddenly composed myself enough to mumble 'i'm sorry im babbling' before scurrying away.

Um, there was the time i reached out to hug my best friend from behind- it wasnt her...