BACK SEAT OF MY JEEP
A backseat hookup is mistaken for illegal activity I decided to spend a 4-day weekend with my boyfriend and his parents in the burbs, not realizing how this arrangement would infringe upon sexy time. While his parents prepared dinner, we offered to pick up dessert at a local bakery. This was really a clever ploy to fulfill our own needs. En route to the bakery, we found a remote spot near a vacant housing lot. The perfect area to alleviate the sexual tension that was building up from the moment I stepped foot into his parents’ house. We rolled up all four windows of his father’s Land Rover, let down the seats, and in the dead of winter, prepared to christen the family truck.
We took one good look around to make sure the coast was clear, then immediately ripped each other’s clothes off. But as foreplay ensued, we heard a series of taps on the driver’s side window. It was a cop! He was beaming his flash light into the truck and our naked bodies were on display—specifically my lady parts.
I yelled, “Sir, please Sir, I am not decent. Please let me put some clothes on.” The police officer turned his head in the opposite direction and demanded my boyfriend put on some clothes and step outside the vehicle. He explained the windows were so foggy he assumed we were doing crack cocaine in the back seat.
Fortunately, we made it through our first encounter with the law without any consequences (it pays to say no to drugs). The only request the officer had was to crack the windows next time.
