Most embrassing moment

[Vulpes]

Yay! you picked me!


ok, I'll start, try to follow along. I'ma choice a sexy one.


A friend of mine, his girlfriend and I, want swimming, she had no swimming clothes, so she wore just a t-shirt and shorts. Anyway, long sorry short.. he got out, then she got out and was waiting for a towel, I was just getting out and she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and started twisting it to remove water... and I seen clear up her top.. boobies and all seen.. Sexist and wrong-ist moment I just remembered..

I stayed in the pool for awhile longer after that.


BONUS!!


I was farted in class without even feeling it coming on.. and it made everyone have to leave the room.

[HornyLaura]

Originally Posted by Vulpes

I was farted in class without even feeling it coming on.. and it made everyone have to leave the room.

Well done!

...I'm not sharing my most embarrassing moment. :p

[Vulpes]

Originally Posted by HornyLaura

Well done!
...I'm not sharing my most embarrassing moment. :p

*takes a bow*

Thank you, thank you.

[Issac Hunt]

Got a boner when a girl i liked in school sat on my lap. Worst thing about it was, everyone else from the class saw it. and we were all watching the full monty at the time

lol

[MacheteBetty]

Oh god.
There is so many.
Let me think a while.

[Issac Hunt]

make it a goodin!

[Symian]

I'll post someone else's most embarrassing moment. Why not! It's a doozy.

My best friend moved into a big nice old house. The doors to the bathrooms and bedrooms in the house had old style locks, the kind that has big brass keys, and were kind of like dead-bolts. The doors themselves were thick and heavy wood.

This is a big house. The windows in the bedroom have storm windows. The windows are high up from the ground, and the house is situated in full view on all sides by other houses.

My friend's nephew was staying at the house for a weekend when the following happened. We know this happened in the way it happened because this scenario is the only one that fits all of the facts.

The kid was horny. He wanted to whack off to porn but didn't know when his uncle was coming home, so he was too worried to do what he wanted to do in the living room with the big TV and DVD player. He decided instead to do it in a back spare (mostly empty) storage bedroom where there was a television. We know this because the DVD player that was in the living room was found hooked-up to the TV in that room. Later, inside of the DVD player was found a porn DVD. A bottle of hand lotion was discovered under the bed too.

The kid moved the DVD player, hooked it up, locked the door with the big brass key, blocked the keyhole with some crumpled paper, did his business, removed MOST of the paper from the keyhole, tried the key... and found that he couldn't get out of the room. The lock mechanism was mucked up.

So. There he was, in a room, in only his underwear, couldn't climb out of window because, well, the outside doors of the house were locked and he didn't have a key to get in from the outside even if he had been able to get out of a window... in his underwear. There wasn't a telephone in that room, he couldn't force the door open, and he had no, umm, appropriate tool, to get the hinges off of the door.

Long story short, the kid's uncle and I arrived at the house, found him locked in that room (heard him banging on the door), and in the end I had to get a ladder and go in through the window and remove the door hinges to get him out.

We got the door open, the kid scampered away to, I assume, find his pants, I fixed the lock and put the door back up while uncle found the porn in the DVD and the hand lotion under the bed, I left rather quickly, and I laughed all the way home.

[BleedingCrack]

I have never been embarrassed in my life... ever.

True story.

[HornyLaura]

Hahaha. Nice. Reminds me of something.

...second year in uni. In a house with eight other students. I took one of the smaller bedrooms (that still had room for a double bed, a wardrobe, a shelving unit, my TV and enough room to shag on the floor... I loved that house) so I got a smaller room as a study too.

My boyfriend and I used to sometimes go at it in my bedroom, sometimes in my study, depending entirely upon our mood and which people were in (we'd move from bedroom to study if Sally was in (she was next to my bedroom), from study to bedroom if Martin was in (he was next to my study). Hannah was screwed either way; she was right between them. Haha.) One afternoon in a nearly empty house, we decided to go fer the study.

Now... I generally just always kept my study door propped open, and closed it when I was really needing to concentrate. Nevertheless, my house-mates had a habit of just walking in and talking to me, so we locked the door on this particular occasion. It was a couple of weeks after I'd moved in, and I hadn't had cause to lock the door yet.

The lock was chuffed. And remained locked. For a long time. One of the key-recognising slices within the lock-cylinder had slipped and was stopping me from putting the key in. It was a door that opened inwards, so we couldn't launch ourselves at it and push it open, and had nothing to take the hinges off with. I heard my house-mate coming home and going into her bedroom, so I shouted her name.

I heard her radio go on, with ridiculous French songs, and called her name again, louder. The volume went up. She finally came out of her room and headed down to the kitchen, and I caught her as she was walking past. ...she had thought I was just having a really good time, and was trying to block us out with her radio. I still to this day wonder why she thought I should be shouting Rèjane instead of my boyfriend's name. They're nothing alike.

Aaaanyway, with Rèjane sticking a screw-driver in from her side to lift the fallen slice and my wiggling the key in from my side, we got out. To much ribbing from allllll of my house-mates, colleagues and friends when they heard about it.

...never did lock that door again.

[garv]

some great stories already.

figured I'd add one of mine:

It was a warm summers night in Newcastle australia, we'd been sinking the piss at the Queens Wharf Brewery from about 2pm, watching a few local bands. The evening turned into night, we ate and continued drinking. Friends started to leave giving poor excuses, girlfriends, work tomorrow etc etc. So I was left with a friend who was also single.

The night took a different shift to one of those nights where you're both on the pull, using subtle lines like "do i make you wet" and "can i bounce my balls off your chin" (they've both worked) we were very very drunk and had lost all form of social grace, at this point it was only 11pm. About half an hour later my mate pulled and she drove him back to hers (she was sober & married his story was almost as bad).

I continued to drink with random strangers as the night went on moving from club to club, by closing time, 3am, i was all alone and couldn't be bothered with the late night clubs. So headed to the bus stop. Just missed the fucker by about 5 minutes the next being around 6.20am. I sat there for a while, a girl came up to me and said "you tried chatting me up earlier" turned out i had, but she was with some guy that she'd met and wanted to persue that, but had lost him in a night club.

We decided to head to the beach, she was very very drunk stumbling everywhere, we were laughing and having a good time. started making out on the beach, she was on top of me, when suddenly she threw up in my mouth, all over my clothes, in my hair, she started crying and ran off without another word... I never saw her again.

thankfuly being at the beach, I took my clothes off except my boxers, washed them best i could do and hung them over some rails near the car park while i went off for a swim to clean my hair up.

some asshole stole everything, shirt, shoes, socks & jeans. I hadn't even thought about my wallet being in my pocket of my jeans, i just wanted to get the taste and smell of vomit off me.

so come 6.20am i was on the streets begging for cash to catch the bus home.

the biggest laugh came when i walked in my parents front door and my dad saw me, he just couldn't stop laughing.