Summer of love...

Once, in the wee hours of the morning, my long-time boyfriend and I were walking to a friend's house from one of the local bars of our hometown. We were feeling rather frisky, not to mention somewhat inebriated from the night’s earlier events at the bar and decided to take a "detour" before heading to my friend's apartment. It was the summer, and every summer in this particular city, the central park hosts "Sunfest"; an event where traveling international groups set up tents in order to sell their goods and services. It was late and my boyfriend and I decided to take advantage of one of the many temporarily vacant tents set up in the park. We got busy in the middle of the city's most central and popular park; it was naughty and it was fun!

Giggling like teenagers who had just made love in the park, we ran to the down the street about a block before I realized I'd left my purse behind in the tent, so we ran back to retrieve it. While I was inside the tent looking for it, my boyfriend was accosted by two security guards that had been patrolling the park in a golf cart.

The security guards questioned my boyfriend about his reasons for being in the park and who was "hiding" in the tent. I revealed myself, thinking " Oh no, we're going to get charged!!" The security guards questioned us, "What were you doing in the tent?? Were you stealing? What did you take?" I was scared; the fun of having sex in a public place is in the RISK of getting caught but actually getting caught kinda kills the moment.

As the guards were questioning us and shinning flashlights in our eyes, my boyfriend confessed, "OK, we were having sex in there." The two security guards burst out laughing!! "Oh, is that all you were doing? Well, if you want to go back for round 2, go ahead, just don't break anything!"

Relieved, as I was, I was certainly not in the mood to go back in the tent for "round 2". Somehow, I was no longer in the mood.