Took this girl out Friday night to a fairly nice Mexican restaurant downtown, the food was great, the service was top-knotch (even the one blonde guy, "Alonzo," with the fake Mexican accent), and the margaritas were truly top-shelf. At one point during our meal, she lifts her short skirt and removes her panties, and I find my fingers wandering into her depths at the table, amidst a room full of tourists, mariachi singers, waiters, and this one old woman in a wheelchair whom looked like she was a minute's crawl away from death itself as she was being spoon-fed tortilla soup. I can't stop staring at her as she keeps squeezing my cock through my pants at the table, and I realized that it was high time to get the check. She looks great, too - perfect makeup, low cut shirt, silk gloves up to the elbows, black high heel boots... (*mental note* - never again decide what kind of tip to leave your waiter while your woman is jerking you off under the table) After paying our bill, we headed for the restrooms - I had to pull my shirt away from my waist and pretend I was looking at a stain as I walked across three rooms of patrons to hide the tent I was pitching... We go into the men's room, run into the first stall, lock the door, and I start fucking her from behind. There's a little commotion inside the room, you can hear guys entering and exiting, and then there's the noises she's making, and all of a sudden - WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! on the stall door... I casually respond, "Occupied..." I hear a man talking to someone on a radio, "We've got a man and a woman in the restroom................ together..." WHAM WHAM WHAM A voice appears, "SIR..." It took him about three tries before we were zipped, covered, and presentable, and as I open the door we're greeted by two of "San Antonio's finest," the SAPD. They escort us out of the bathroom, and we walk through the restaurant all casual-like (save the cops right behind us, but still) - You could see the people staring at us as we were taken to the front. When we got to the front of the restaurant, the cop asked somebody on his radio what they wanted to do with "the bathroom couple" - then asked me if we were with anybody else, if we'd eaten there or not, and if we'd paid yet. I sobered up pretty fucking quick, too - informed that pig that I had already paid "that gentleman standing near the stained glass window over there..." He goes to talk to the waiter for a moment, then comes back with this pissed-off expression as he's waving his hand for us to leave. I can just hear his gears turning in his head - I bet he pulled someone over later that night and just beat the shit out of them to make up for not being able to do anything about us. ***The real kicker here is that while we were having sex in the bathroom, the afforementioned old lady fucking died at her table - there were paramedics bringing in the stretcher as we left, and that's the whole reason there were all the cops in there. And to think - if we'd have waited a few more minutes before going into the mens room and all the attention was turned towards the dead broad, we probably would've gotten away with it. :twisted: :twisted:
It's called lateral thinking and shows that we are engaging the side of the brain that is rarely used, which usually indicates a higher level of intelligence. Or maybe we watch too many movies.
