The ladies....
While in a "relationship" with a work colleague some years ago we nipped out to the local pub at lunchtime for a diet coke, a kiss and cuddle and to enjoy the summer sun. The kiss and cuddle in the beer garden got to the stage where I had to obtain some release before I'd be in a position to return to work.

She, in her infinite wisdom, suggested the ladies. The pub was empty and quiet so why not I thought. Off we went, into the ladies, into a cubicle and got down to it against the wall.

After a few minutes of frantic banging we heard the outside toilet door open so we both froze until we heard it open again, predicting that the person had now left the toilet. A moment later the door went again, this time the landlady's dulcet tones were heard saying "come on then, let's have you out"!

My lady friend, bless her, tried to brazen it out by saying she was just using the toilet and playing innocent, I was still going at it by the way, always hesitant to give up on a good thing.

The landlady was insistent that she (we) come out of the cubicle; we eventually did, very red faced (well I wasn't stopping till I'd squirted my dirt now was I?), and left the pub, never to return there ever again.

Great fun was had by all.........

First post, now back to lurking.
(FF_Sam is currently on call...., Wed 29 Apr 2009, 12:53, 1 reply)

Ha
caught,

nice story.
(Dan dan dan They tik urh jerbs!!!, Wed 29 Apr 2009, 14:04, closed)