Sppprrruuunnnggg!!!
 

Where you have been sprung having special cuddles, or in a compromising situation?

What did you do when you realised you were sprung...keep going? duck n run?

My most memorable *sprung* moment would be in the elevator of the Casino.

The doors opened on the 5th floor and there were four security guards standing there with smirks on their face.

The other participating party (he had his back to the doors, as we were up against the wall) was so engrossed in the act, that he didnt notice....until I started giggling :)

Not alot that could be done at that stage, but adjust clothing and be escorted out.

I'm waiting for it to turn up on the net somewhere, as I know they have it on tape. :o

Hey...that Casino romp sounds very familiar. I wonder if it was the same bloke but different casinos and women? lol (I think we've talked about this before haven't we Ducky?)

I got sprung by my mum once. I also got sprung by my dad. I'm not sure which was worse. I think the one with my dad. I was only 16 and I had my b/f's cock out and we were getting pretty hot and well...then dad showed up.

Years ago, my boyfriend and I were sprung on a riverbank. A sightseeing boat went by, complete with full decks of waving sightseers and the Captain, blowing his horn...Man, talk about being caught with your pants down!

Been busted by both parents, but they were cool, usually when they were bringing in laundry if they thought I was out.
Girls were allowed to stay over at my house when I was a teen and my parents would cook breakfast for them. They purchased my condoms for me when they went grocery shopping.

:cool:

Yeah, they were expensive.

Donuts and condoms. Breakfast of champions.

I'm not a fan of consuming latex personally.

1 -- Never sprung, owing to a superabundance of caution. Or something. Whatever.

2 -- C'mon, DucksNuts, tell us what's really on your mind. You're amongst friends here.

hahaha.... how friggen freaky!!

I even got the spelling basically the same.

Shit! I am a one trick pony.

Sprung on first honeymoon with my new bride. In an outdoor glass elevator. Also later at night in the (closed) hotel pool. I don't think I can go back there again!

i got caught in the hot tub at my dad's house when he was away....his friend was stopping by to use it one night and caught me and a topless gilfriend frisking about.

once, in the early days of mine and jinx's relationship, her elderly uncle, Ray caught me in my post coital nudity walking across the hall when i thought the house was empty. That was the first and only time I've ever met him.

wow....that was 15 years ago at least. he was old then. jinx says he's always been.

I remember my uncle (great uncle) willy was always old......he died last new years eve at 93 yrs old. I remember being 8 yrs old and visiting them, and he was an old white haired gent that chewed his tongue. that would be ....28 years ago, so he was 65 then,......

man....you gotta figure that at 65, you're old, and shit slows down.....but if you're looking at another 30 years?! I'd better start saving money now! christ!

Mmm, it'd probably be easier to get sprung if I ever got to actually do anything I could get sprung doing...

Not gettin' any Ibby?

How are you anyways?

I just realized, I'm the only virgin on the cellar, aren't I?

Oh, wait - tw.

Haha. I love you, Ibby!

I'm sure there are others. . . ducks_ducks, for one.

I was a virgin long past Ibram's age. :)

Back when we were dating, my husband and I got caught by my roommates in college. It was not really funny, though -- they took the situation really seriously and used it as an excuse to get me to move out of our apartment. I really did not think that one time would be such a big deal -- especially considering the way my male friends dealt with those situations, usually by competing to make more noise with their own gfs. :D

The thread title did confuse me a bit, though -- where I'm from, "sprung" doesn't mean "caught," it means "aroused."

I was caught in a Ladies toilet in a pub- to my everlasting shame (about 3 years ago and I still cringe). I was having a fling with a colleague - he was in a long term relationship and I was single. We had a habit of going out and getting very very drunk together and the evenings always ended in intimate physical contact. Because he would always writhe with remorse the next day we never ended up anywhere comfortable (that would make it premeditated).

On the night in question we sneaked off down to the toilets, which were in the basement. We hadn't taken any notice of the time and were surprised by the barmaid knocking on the cubicle door and saying, "The pub's about to close, I suggest you come out now!" As we left, the bouncer leaned over to my colleague and said, "I suggest next time you want to shag your girlfriend you take her somewhere else" which he took to mean we were barred.

Had it happened in my teens I would probably have laughed it off easily. But because it happened in my 30s it just seems so sordid - affair, drunk, toilet, lectured my a bouncer - argh.

I've been busted a couple of times. The most recent was while I was being orally pleasured in the front seat of my Explorer (apt name, huh?) at Festival this year, when my son opened the back gate to get his drum out of the truck. Whoops. The other episodes were way back in my youth, when one had to be rather more creative about finding places to shag, and where the chances of discovery were considerably higher than they are now.

One instance was while parked back in the woods off of a trail in a local park (within a few hundred feet of where they found the kidnapped and murdered girl I mentioned several weeks back). My girlfriend was astride me as I lay in the back seat of my '66 Chevy, when several young men on dirt bikes came putting up. They all stopped and heckled, pounding on the windows and generally having a big hoot about it all. Fortunately, they left in a respectable amount of time, so we just carried on.

Another instance in my youth was while shagging a girlfriend in what I thought to be a reasonably concealed bower far back in another area park, well away from the parking and normal public use areas. I hadn't counted on the park maintenance truck full of people to come lumbering by, but they kept on going as they shouted out what were largely words of encouragement to me to do a good job and such.

Great thread. :D Ahhhhhh. the memories.

I've never had what Pres. Clinton would term 'sexual relations' in any public places, but at one point I was steaming up the windows in a parking lot near the home of the girl I was dating.

At one point a cop rolled up on us and shined his flashlight on us. I am afraid I was a little testy with the officer, who appeared to find the situation amusing.

Isn't that in a song?;)

If it's not, it should be.

Yeah, somebody like.......oh, I dunno....Bob Seger ought to have a go at it. :rolleyes:

Dorm common room...I was with *new* boyfriend, when *old* boyfriend and his buddy walked in. Yikes!

In a very crowded restaurant/bar in Georgetown, D.C. She sat in my lap. We did it just to see if we could get away with it. I think the waiter was definately on to us and he just smiled. Around 1983.

Got caught a week and a half ago, by the trashcan-emptying lady in a hostel in Prague. I've never dived for cover so fast.

Oh- I thought we were talking about compromising situations including a partner.....
:D

read more closely, Cic.

lol! @ case....Then I'm in trouble!!!

Sort of sprung with a guy named Russ I-forget-his-last-name, when I was about 17, by his Mom coming home early from evening church services. I jumped out his bedroom window and tweaked the hell out of my ankle, but I didn't get caught :cool: