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MoJo's work is full of fine ladies, however we're all on teams of about 12-14 people and don't talk to other teams much, so if you have no fine ladies on your team, the chances of getting to know them aren't good.
I have two blonde stunners on my team, very nice, but both spoken for. So when the chance to have my hours changed to the evening shift for two weeks to help train the new twilight shifters coming in came up, I thought "Hey, get some stuff on my CV, meet some new ladies - get in"
So I put my name forward and was picked and spent two weeks training and floorwalking (wandering around answering questions on the work) and got two girl's numbers out of it.
So I met one last night at 9:30, she caught me off guard since I was meant to be seeing her tonight but she was gonna be busy so she asked me meet me when she'd finished work.
She drives, I don't, so she was the one behind the wheel, how's that for role reversal? Things were going well, good not great, and we ended up in Whitley Bay and got some chips at about 10:30, went to park somewhere, found a small car park near the beach and I started to work my magic.
Except there were other cars parked there, also with couples in, all just sitting around waiting. "Dogging site" it screamed of to me, I'd heard there was one around there...
As we talked we got close, things happened, but eventually we packed up and left for fear of the police coming along (most of the cars had gone, but there was a large white van parked there with the lights on) and went back to my neck of the woods (we drove one way, decided to go another so went back past the car park, the white van had gone...) and ended up in the small carpark of a park (the same park I was arrested outside of when my mates stole some bowling pins and smashed up some bus shelters)
Things happened again (and can I say how hard it is to get nekkid and up to no good in a Mini Cooper S? The back has less room than the front...) she was getting, er, excitable, when -
*thump thump thump*
Oh fudge. It can only be one thing. She totally freaks, jumps off me and back onto the driver's side. With her knickers and skirt on the back seat she pulls her top down to try and cover herself, while I calmly open the door to see a huge policeman standing there, his partner on the other side of the car looking at my lady friend.
"Can you take it elsewhere please, mate?"
Yep, no problem, mate.
"We've had a call from one of the residents, we'll let you off, just move on"
No bother, cheers mate. The windows are so fogged she can't see out to drive, but we manage to get out the gates and she drops me off home at about 12:30, not amused in the slightest. And she's still driving with nothing but a jumper on at this point.
She blamed me for not knowing they were coming, my argument that I had wanted the window open to let some air in and so we could hear if anyone was coming was quickly dismissed (she's the girl, she's right, I'm wrong)
OK, so we weren't fully at it, at the point they came up and tapped on the window my jeans were back on, we were only fooling around like horny teenagers, but we were lucky not have our details taken (though I reckon they would've recorded her license plate) and instead just be let off.
She's a fantastic girl, but I thought I'd let her simmer a bit today, I'll text her tomorrow and see how she is.
But yeah, a close call, she was freaked out and I didn't dare look the copper in the eye. Next time we'll just go back to mine...
I have two blonde stunners on my team, very nice, but both spoken for. So when the chance to have my hours changed to the evening shift for two weeks to help train the new twilight shifters coming in came up, I thought "Hey, get some stuff on my CV, meet some new ladies - get in"
So I put my name forward and was picked and spent two weeks training and floorwalking (wandering around answering questions on the work) and got two girl's numbers out of it.
So I met one last night at 9:30, she caught me off guard since I was meant to be seeing her tonight but she was gonna be busy so she asked me meet me when she'd finished work.
She drives, I don't, so she was the one behind the wheel, how's that for role reversal? Things were going well, good not great, and we ended up in Whitley Bay and got some chips at about 10:30, went to park somewhere, found a small car park near the beach and I started to work my magic.
Except there were other cars parked there, also with couples in, all just sitting around waiting. "Dogging site" it screamed of to me, I'd heard there was one around there...
As we talked we got close, things happened, but eventually we packed up and left for fear of the police coming along (most of the cars had gone, but there was a large white van parked there with the lights on) and went back to my neck of the woods (we drove one way, decided to go another so went back past the car park, the white van had gone...) and ended up in the small carpark of a park (the same park I was arrested outside of when my mates stole some bowling pins and smashed up some bus shelters)
Things happened again (and can I say how hard it is to get nekkid and up to no good in a Mini Cooper S? The back has less room than the front...) she was getting, er, excitable, when -
*thump thump thump*
Oh fudge. It can only be one thing. She totally freaks, jumps off me and back onto the driver's side. With her knickers and skirt on the back seat she pulls her top down to try and cover herself, while I calmly open the door to see a huge policeman standing there, his partner on the other side of the car looking at my lady friend.
"Can you take it elsewhere please, mate?"
Yep, no problem, mate.
"We've had a call from one of the residents, we'll let you off, just move on"
No bother, cheers mate. The windows are so fogged she can't see out to drive, but we manage to get out the gates and she drops me off home at about 12:30, not amused in the slightest. And she's still driving with nothing but a jumper on at this point.
She blamed me for not knowing they were coming, my argument that I had wanted the window open to let some air in and so we could hear if anyone was coming was quickly dismissed (she's the girl, she's right, I'm wrong)
OK, so we weren't fully at it, at the point they came up and tapped on the window my jeans were back on, we were only fooling around like horny teenagers, but we were lucky not have our details taken (though I reckon they would've recorded her license plate) and instead just be let off.
She's a fantastic girl, but I thought I'd let her simmer a bit today, I'll text her tomorrow and see how she is.
But yeah, a close call, she was freaked out and I didn't dare look the copper in the eye. Next time we'll just go back to mine...
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Well, subject to conditions. We don't want any "Maccy-dee" grease warriors swanning around and letting the flab fly in public
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For some reason I like the idea of girls driving around in mini's with nothing to cover their 'dignity'. I feel this should be made compulsory.
MoJoJoJo wrote:
> Ah, I see you know the ways of Whitley Bay. It's a jungle on Bank
> Holiday Mondays,
My workmates have asked if I want to go this one.
Not a hope in hell. I'll give that a miss.
> Ah, I see you know the ways of Whitley Bay. It's a jungle on Bank
> Holiday Mondays,
My workmates have asked if I want to go this one.
Not a hope in hell. I'll give that a miss.
Hahahaha.
I'm not sure on your take on things, but you've got to admit this story is slightly humourous when you look back on it.
If she is still talking to you, I'm sure you can both laugh about it in the future.
One of those "back when I was 21" storys you can tell to your friends in the pub.
I'm not sure on your take on things, but you've got to admit this story is slightly humourous when you look back on it.
If she is still talking to you, I'm sure you can both laugh about it in the future.
One of those "back when I was 21" storys you can tell to your friends in the pub.
Texted her yet, Mojo? Send her roses. Get the Wal to take them round, wrapped in newspaper.
caught dogging!! COLLYMORE. wahahahahahaha. embarrassed much....
still nice pull
still nice pull
Stryke wrote:
> He's got a point, Sheepster. It's not that hard to remember a pen. Get
> it together, lad.
It wasn't me. I won a thing and everything.
> He's got a point, Sheepster. It's not that hard to remember a pen. Get
> it together, lad.
It wasn't me. I won a thing and everything.
hahaha dude.
He's got a point, Sheepster. It's not that hard to remember a pen. Get it together, lad.
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