It started at a beach at sunset and ended at an ice rink parking lot. As all good stories do.
We had pulled up at Kilda to do the whole romantic thing of watching the sun setting over the sea. It worked - things were getting heated and before I knew it my shirt was off. The condensation on the windows was palpable. Before things could properly escalate, a car pulled up a meter away. Fuck. Maybe Kilda isn’t the best strat if you don’t wanna get done for public indecency.
We frantically put our clothes back on and took off. The sunset was beautiful but we had more pressing matters to attend to. Hot and horny, I drove us to the only place I could think of that was semi-secluded close by: the ice rink parking lot. You know, the one where learner drivers get their parental supervised lessons in. Perfect.
We parked up in a corner under the alcove of some low hanging trees. We didn’t waste any time; hopping into the backseat she went down on me. We had a hot, hot minute before one of those pesky learner drivers decided it was time to give parallel parking a go. Behind our car. We dropped to the car floor just as they pulled up window to window and after a few agonising seconds they pulled behind us then took off again. Relieved, we started back up, only to see another one coming straight for us a moment later.
At this point we realised that maybe it wasn’t our night. We hastily put on our clothes from the floor of the backseat and jumped into the front seat just as the newbie did a three-point turn. After pretending to have a flustered meaningful conversation about the weather we decided it’d be a good idea to fuck off home and deal with our horniness in a more private conventional way.