Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Caught Hiding Under The Sink... Naked

After another brief hiatus, the Memoirs of my Incognito Friend are back!

Now this is a story from 25 years ago when my bud was in his late teens. He had a girlfriend at the time with whom he discovered sex, so they were going at it like mad rabbits. You may remember them from the earlier The Stain on the Levi’s Shirt — one of only two repeated heroines in all stories covered in the series.

At this age, the new experience causes lots of emotional and psychological thrills. 

As such, one day they were at her place when the phone rang. It was her older sister who somehow knew she had company. The girl hung up the phone before asking the guy to hide. What? Why? My sister is coming! Oh shoot!

I don’t think there was time for him to flee the scene as the sister, who is about 10 or 12 years older, lives nearby. So hiding it was.

Thing is, he was essentially naked with nothing but her Inspector Clouseau trench coat on, which upon the hurried mayhem was the only thing he found close by. The girl then led her boyfriend to the kitchen, opened the small door of the cabinet underneath the sink, and asked him to get in. Then a few minutes later it was indeed the bell. Hmm.

The guy heard some commotion as the sisters were shouting at each other. The older was almost sure her sister had company while the latter was shamelessly shouting back: How could you even think I will get a guy to the family house?! 

For a moment there, our poor fella thought it was going to pass and the sister will eventually leave. But he was wrong. The shouting kept getting closer and closer and closer… until suddenly the door of the cabinet was opened and there he was staring at her sister in the eyes. Woooops.

Now you have to picture this: He’s sitting on his behind while hugging his knees with only the coat on and nothing underneath. So if he tried to get up, his junk will be exposed for both to see. While it’s no issue his girlfriend sees his nude jewels, you don’t really want to flash the older sister, especially after getting caught red-handed in such a way. The only thing he did was stay put. As the older sister kept lecturing the girlfriend even more while standing there in the middle of the kitchen, he did not utter a single word and, of course, no movement.

After about five minutes — which seemed like aeons — the sisters left the kitchen, allowing him to get up and head to the bedroom to reach his clothes. But the kiddo was so shaken by the moment, he reached whatever he found around, ending up with wearing the girl’s jeans and/or her shirt. He then followed both sisters outside the house and into the lift down. It was quite an awkward minute in that enclosed elevator. 

Once in the streets, he went towards the other direction the girls were going before stopping a cab. Only then did he realise that his money is in his jeans. He got in anyways and borrowed money from his doorman upon arrival.

Now the aftermath: The girlfriend called him up later to instruct him on how to fix the situation. Apparently, he had to call the older sister the next day and apologise. And he had to call at certain point of the day, so that her hubby wouldn’t be around the house. And that’s what he did.

“Hello. Hi, … . I want to say I’m really sorry about yesterday. Your sister had just got me some clothes from her recent trip and I was trying them on when the bell rang. So we freaked out and I hid. Sorry again.”

He then took it even further: “I’m in love with your sister and would love to marry her one day,” said the 17-year-old kid. Pfffff. Sorry, just couldn’t hold it. Pff.   


Despite the many wacky adventures that followed, he never really got caught again. Close but no cigar. And THAT time he did, older him handled it like a Sultan.


Until the next adventure of my incognito friend.




ALSO VIEW:


Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Italian Belly Dancer

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Girl Who Came

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Nine-Months-Pregnant Woman

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Reliving a One-Night Stand...13 Years Later

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The 17-Year-Old Lebanese Belly Dancer

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Three Girls, One Perfume

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Sex Party

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Threesome With Two Virgins

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: A Woman, Her Girlfriend, and the Girlfriend’s Friend

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Mother of Six Who Drove for 50 Hours

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Another Sex Party 

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Ten Days with a Charming Older Woman

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Neighbour’s Lustful Guest

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: 22 Years Later — Once Teenagers Now Adults

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Affair With an Older Married Woman