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The Time I got Caught Fucking At Disneyland
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The Time I got Caught Fucking At Disneyland I have a Disneyland fuck story. I feel like that's a rare thing to behold... but I may be wrong. There may be tons of people with Disneyland fuck stories. Now, I wish I could tell you I jumped off the Pirates of the Caribbean boat and fucked some girl behind a pile of treasure in any number of areas. I wish I could tell you that. I also wish I could tell you I fucked some broad in the Haunted Mansion behind some tombstone or something. Nothing that cool happened, unfortunately. So I hope I didn't over bill this post. But I did fuck... and it did happen at Disneyland. It was Summer, circa 1987. Me and my best friend, Allen, had Summer passes and went to Disneyland every Thursday and Saturday night. We were teenagers. We had the 80's clothes, the 80's hair styles, the full 80's package is what I'm saying. So Disneyland used to have this concert venue called Videopolis. It was over by Small World. It was a large stage with open air stadium seating with a dance floor in the pit. I saw a bunch of bands of the era there, Missing Persons, B-52's, Oingo Boingo. We weren't really dancers, Allen and I... but that's where we hung out. We would go on three or four rides religiously but the main attraction was Videoplis and the girls it attracted. So we're there, hanging out, checking out the scene. It's loud and bright and there's bright colors and big hair everywhere. Cindy Lauper and George Michael look-a-likes all over the place. An occasional Boy George here and there. Most of the time we never met any girls. We were both pussys when it came to striking up conversations with the opposite sex. There were countless long drives home where we would both say, "I should have said something to that girl." That's probably what we're all guilty of. When someone catches your eye. Maybe they take your breath away. A skipped beat. And you say noting. Do nothing... except sulk and berate yourself for being a coward. Except that didn't happen on this night! There was just enough testosterone coursing through my body to push me over the finish line. Allen and I were leaning on a railing... watching the dance floor when he noticed these two girls checking us out. They were sitting in the stadium seats behind us. I turned to look and one of the girls gave me a beaming smile. I turned back to Allen and whispered... "Bro, I think that chick wants to drain my balls." Ok, I probably didn't really say that but somehow, someway, we mustered the courage and approached them. I don't remember who said what first or what was even discussed. My next memory is making out with the girl who smiled at me on the benches in front of Small World. She was my age, maybe a year younger. A Brunette, a tad chubby but shapely and attractive. She was wearing a retro skirt-dress... like something one of the B52's girls would wear. She also had her hair done up tall and big with a scarf in it that matched her outfit. We kissed. We we're there on the benches mauling each other... a little bit of convert touching. All very tame but perfect. New lips, new smells, new sensations and a girl who appears to really like me. Allen, by the way, is on a bench about ten feet away with the other girl doing the exact same thing. Everything was going great until Disneyland security showed up. Some giant, 6 foot 6 security man with a friendly but official looking uniform shows up and breaks up the party. Says excessive kissing and holding isn't allowed. Looks at the girl on my lap and tells her she has to sit on the bench. "No lap sitting." he says. And he warns us... "If I have to tell you again... you're out of the park!" Apparently me and my chick wanted to continue the par-tay... so I told Allen, "Yo, we're going to the car for a bit. We'll be back". Meanwhile, the girls are talking it over. (You know how whores conspire about their whorish ways.) "Dude," Allen said. "Hurry back so I can take my chick out there." I told him I would be quick but just between you and me... and knowing myself... I had no intention of cutting my experience short so Allen could do whatever he was planning to do. I mean, c'mon. And just for the record... I had no plan of fucking this girl. I honestly thought we would just go to the car and make out some more. We walked what seemed like 2 miles, and that was just to the front gate where we got our hands stamped (told the gate lady we were going to the car to get our jackets) and then walked another mile or so to the car. This was before the giant parking structure and tram ride to the park. California Adventure used to be the Disneyland parking lot... for those of you not in the know. So we walked for what seemed like forever... we get in the backseat of my mom's BMW. (Neither Allen nor I had a car yet). Closed the door.... and it was on. We<b> attacked </font></b>each other. Heavy kissing, heavy touching, titties come out, fingers in the pussy, dick in the mouth. Next thing I know... I'm laying down on the backseat and this chick is riding me. It was hotter than shit, temperature wise. It was Summer, the windows were rolled up, and this chick was soaking wet with sweat. Our bodies were sliding against one another... and I was sliding against the leather seat. The windows were so steamed up that you couldn't see out. I was about to cum when I hear this "put, put, put, put, put, put" sound outside. Like a dinky motor from a golf cart or something. And then a loud rasp on the window from a ring on a finger. "Disneyland Security! Come on out of there!" I couldn't fucking believe it. "How?" I thought. "There's 20 billion cars in this parking lot, and it's dark as fuck. Were we really rocking the car that hard?" The girl started digging around the car for her clothes. I looked down to find that the only article of clothing I had on was socks. My pants were in the front seat, on the floor. I couldn't find my shirt. Meanwhile, goddamned Disneyland Security is knocking on the window again, telling me to step out, and a flashlight beam starts shooting through the steamed windows. I had to make an executive decision in that moment. Perhaps my first ever, now that I think about it. I came to the realization that there was no way that I could get dressed in a timely manner and lie my way out of this. I was fucked. So me and my stiff dick and hanging balls jumped in the driver's seat, started the car... and pulled away. "Where are you going?" The chick in the backseat asked. I told her I didn't know. "Away from the Security guy." I used my underwear to clear a circle in the windshield so I could see out. The narrow headlights of the golf cart swung in behind me as the guard gave chase. The girl in the backseat just laughed her ass off. I had no choice but to leave. We pulled out onto the boulevard and left Disneyland in the rearview mirror. I was completely naked, driving around the perimeter of Disneyland looking for a place to park while my backseat passenger, now fully dressed, laughed it up. I pulled into a McDonalds on Beach Boulevard and got dressed. The girl never stopped laughing, even during our insane walk back to Disneyland....and all the way to the farthest area of Disneyland... Videopolis. Allen had a pissed off look on his face. He marched up to me with his palm out stretched, "let me have the keys." (The two girls reunited and walked a few feet away to talk. They were giggling.) "Give me the keys, dude." Allen demanded. "Well there's a problem," I said. "It's at McDonalds." "What's at McDonalds?" "The Car." I said. "You can have the keys... but there car is like... five fucking miles away." He looked the most betrayed that I had ever seen him. Almost like he wanted to cry... but after I told him what happened we all had a good laugh about it. And that is my Disneyland fuck story. |
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