It was a classic Thursday night. Boredom was taking over. This was back in the first-year days in halls when your love life was dictated by visiting hours. Forced to come up with some interesting solutions, I never had the balls to sneak people in. As the average beezy does when bored, I hit up a guy (let’s call him Adam). Adam had a car and we decided on a late night drive around Dunedin. After pulling up to a few different spots that were too crowded for us we picked a random empty park. We parked up and had a quick yarn before getting straight down to business. Next thing I knew my jeans and thong were on the floor and I was riding him in the driver's seat.
Things were getting hot and heavy when all of a sudden a pair of headlights pull up right next to our car. We pause mid fuck and hope that the car will turn their lights off or leave so we can get back down to it. Wow, were we wrong. A security guard in a high viz vest steps out of the car and starts walking over to us. I was shitting myself thinking I was about to be arrested. I was also still paused mid fuck sitting on this guy, naked from the waist down. The security guy knocked on the window and we had no time to make ourselves decent so decided to stay in the position hoping he didn’t look down.
We rolled the window down to talk, and it turns out he was just locking up the reserve's car park and wanted us to leave. Once he was back in his car we quickly jumped in our own seats, wanting to get away quickly. I was struggling to get my pants back on turning bright red from embarrassment, and Adam couldn’t stop laughing. He thought the whole situation was hilarious while I was mortified. I thought the mood was completely killed and wanted to go back to the hall. When he dropped me back to the hall, I made the walk of shame past my RA regretting my life choices. Moral of the story, choose wisely where you park up for sex.