I’m not exactly world-renowned for my stamina or anything, but I doubt that even I could bring matters to a satisfactory conclusion between floors on an elevator. That must be the tallest Hyatt Regency on earth.
Regards,
Shodan
It’s worth pointing out that we were finishing up eating at a restaurant on the second floor when we saw them come into the hotel (or, at least I saw them come in – not sure if jsgoddess noticed). They were both giggling and being merry. It was some minutes after that when we headed to the elevators ourselves and encountered them.
Suffice to say that they’d had enough time to…um…make headway, assuming they got started right after I first noticed them. Some folks are just efficient.
Perhaps they liked the elevator riding up and down in addition to their riding up and down in the elevator.
The elevators at the Hyatt Regency in Cambridge are all glass and ride up and down over the main lobby and the in-house restaurant. Please tell me this isn’t the case in Cleveland.
No one should have that much savoir-faire.
I walk my dogs in the park every day. We walk in the woods and stay off the walking paths. We have encountered a few people pounding pud over the years. Generally on the ground or a blanket.
Once a middle aged guy with a black tutu was dancing in an opening in the woods. When he saw us he ran into the bushes. As I walked by , I yelled out why black on such a hot day.
Several years ago I was at the movies in a mostly empty theater (I want to say it was Desperately Seeking Susan) and the movie obviously wasn’t holding the attention of a couple two rows in front of me. I thought at first that the girl had stepped out for a bathroom or concessions run, but the guy started making some muffled noises and moving around a bit. Then she popped up after a few minutes, saw that I was watching (more like staring in fascination and disbelief), gave me a quick embarrassed smile and sat back down.
He didn’t return the favor. So much for chivalry…
And yet, somehow a little bit disappointingly.
That’s adorable.
To be fair, it’s not like you could see where his hands were. Nor, presumably, did you follow them home after the film.
Ooooh, the embarrassment of premature ejection.
I posted here once about encountering a hobo in his nest out in the woods. He was going solo and hopefully didn’t notice me going past.
If he is a guy attracted to girls, I see no reason why he shouldn’t go :eek: at two fat black guys going at it in the shower. I mean, it’s in the shower first of all, and secondly, if it’s not to your sexual taste, it’s just gross. 
I have led a sheltered life. As someone else said, the voyeur in me would love to catch two people en flagrante delicto but unfortunately never have.
Redacted.
When I was in high school, I caught two of my classmates on the playground of the local elementary school. Doggy style, wearing roller blades 
Under the bridge?
Sometimes I feel like I don’t have a partner…
You’re not well. You know that?
Same here… my oddest? Walk-in cooler at an Applebee’s.
Are you kidding? That one wrote itself!*
*With help from The Weird One and Anthony Kleidis, of course.
At one job I had my part in the evening closing ritual was to make sure the door to a stock room was securely locked. One day it wasn’t locked nor were the guy and gal inside that stock room clothed. I wasn’t asked to join in so I left in a snit, leaving the door unlocked just for spite.
At one place where I lived, I formed the habit of going for a late night swim. One night I opened the gate to the pool area and saw a couple in the hot tub. They were really focused and I left without them being aware I had been there. It was shocking because this was a 55 and older retirement facility.
Once when Marcie and I had a full size Dodge van, we stopped at a red light; I noticed the guy driving the car next to us had a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel; his female passenger had her face in his lap. I don’t know for certain what she was doing but her head was bouncing up and down.
Is it? The idea of two women having sex doesn’t turn me on, but it doesn’t gross me out, either.
If you want to be spiteful, next time, lock them in.
Maybe a year ago, I had closed down a bar in the Haight-Ashbury, and decided to walk home from there, maybe a 25 minute walk, which would end up putting me on the same route that I take to and from work. I’m strolling through Duboce Park, like I do at least a dozen times a week, and I noticed people on one of the benches. As I got closer, I noticed movement, and quickly realized that there was definitely a blowjob happening. Now, Duboce Park is pretty wide open, and they were in the middle of it, so I shrugged and kept walking along the path. As I got closer, I heard them start giggling, so I said “don’t mind me” as I walked by. Amusement for all.
A few years back I came home around 11:30 from a Christmas office party. There was a car parked in front of my house. This is odd, because I live in the sticks and there isn’t much traffic, and I didn’t recognize the car. There was one person in it. I waited a few minutes and soon a second head appeared. I had interrupted a guy getting a blow job from his girl.
Me neither. And I didn’t really mean in every situation, of course…but I can certainly think of sexual situations I might walk in that I am going to find gross.
No, I am not going to detail all of the situations I would find gross. I’ll just name you one - I don’t have a problem with two girls sleeping together, but finding my boss, who is a lesbian, with someone? Horror. That’s my boss.
Situational!