This confession has been inspired and based on a stupid story of my friend which I am not going to mention anymore.
My initial reaction when I heard about it was — “What? Duh!?” Humiliating, yes it is. I am a very liberated and open-minded but never did this ever cross my mind. I am a woman who celebrates my space in this world but I have reservations – I have to protect my being because it is my responsibility I have to bear for myself.
It was a drinking party at the office after the successful event which our unit organized and sponsored. Definitely we would not leave soon as it’s over. We needed to stay and enjoy a little cocktail drink. It was a whole week of pressure and stress – putting together everything and trying to squeeze-in the party stuff into our already-filled weekly tasks.
Because we’re tired and we missed our beds, my other friends and I decided to leave the party just before everyone passed out. It was a quarter passed 10 PM and I had to write my SEX BLOG. It was the previous one I wrote when I thought of elevating the importance of SEX TOYS to the next level.
So going back to my topic – one of our friends stayed and decided not to go with us. She has been going out with this guy she invited to the after-party. There was nothing we could do then but to give her the benefit of time to be intimate with her lust-interest. We knew that she would be going the opposite direction anyway so we agreed to her. I also sensed she was a little frisky.
It was the next day and since there’s nothing to do at home, I thought of going to the office and fix some reports. Our friend was there too because she said it was too late to go home so she slept overnight at the office. I wonder why she had that glow – her eyes were smiling and I would always catch her as if talking to no one. I knew she had a blast but never expected it was a HOT SEX BLAST! She never confessed and it kept me wondering.
Monday came and we finally got her cornered. She said she could not resist the steamy dry sex so she did it! What was so embarrassing then was of all the places outside – hotels, motels, bushy isolated areas in Antipolo, sunken garden in UP, etc. – the deed was in our pantry, with lights on, door opened. Added to this, she got so carried-away they did not notice at first that someone was already watching them. It was the building personnel who roams and checks the area. It was only when she and her fuck buddy heard a freaky voice – the type you may think in need of help.
While in the middle of the lap dance, they stopped and roamed their eyes around and saw this man standing behind the doors, sweaty and enjoying his own hand job. He was on his way to Cloud 9 and was about to climax when my friend and his company couldn’t help but look at each other in humiliation and silently watched the guy.
They immediately pulled their pants up and made a naughty sound. The erected fellow got distracted and out of embarrassment, turned and walked away. Our friend and her lust-friend decided not to hit it again. They went back to drinking and got high on wine instead. They kept mum about it because it came like flash news and it was a front-page story the entire week.
I did not write this because I wanted to redeem myself from embarrassing experiences and cover my own stories with my friend’s. Lesson learned is – as exciting as it can be but never will I do this in my office. Never will I risk my reputation and turn heads down because I did not turn off the lights and not look for a more isolated space in the building. Sometimes we tend to get hornier if there is excitement and there is fear of getting caught but the other portion of the brain still functions. There is still a small part of thinking about what might happen.
I just think what could be the difference in the reactions if the lights were out and the face of my friend was flat dark in the room. The story could have been laid out in the CONFESSIONS OF THE WEEK CORNER – not in the front page. Being featured in this Blind Item column would have made jaws drop and became a mystery to unfold.