The town peeping tom caught me having sex in the car. And believe it or not, this has happened to me not once but twice.
The first time it happened I was with my ex. It was like 12 am and we were both in his car, on a very remote beach in my town, that, let´s just say… it´s a hotspot if you know what I mean.
We were both on the back of the car going at it, with me on top of him, facing the rear windshield when I suddenly saw a silhouette. It was moving very fast, not slow enough to be walking and not fast enough to be on a bike. So they were probably running.
I told my ex, and he told me to “shut up” so I was like “Okay, whatever.”
Moments later, he literally pushed me onto his little sister´s car seat, opened the car door very aggressively and started shouting: “Son of a bitch! Come back here right now! I´m gonna kill you!”
I was, literally, too stunned to speak.
When I realized what was happening, I asked him about it and he said he saw a man through the rearview mirror, and he was squinting outside the back of the car, literally spying on us.
Of course, I got very scared after that and swore I would never have sex in the car ever again no matter how dark or remote the location is.
But… A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do! And when you live with your parents (downside of studying in your local uni), well, the possibilities are zero to none to have the house all by yourself!
This time, I was with my current boyfriend and I hadn’t been to *that* exact location since. Bear in mind this was like over a year apart from the first time it happened.
It was a random Thursday night, we were driving past that beach and my boyfriend asked me to stop there because he wanted to eat his sandwich. We did some stuff in the back of the car, but we just talked for our main stay in that beach parking lot.
I got out of the car because I needed fresh air, and started talking to my boyfriend from outside, with the door open.
I literally get goosebumps just thinking about it.
I don´t know why, but something in me decided to take a step backwards, towards the boot. And guess who was there? The same freaking hooded man, squatting, hiding behind the boot of my car!!! The scream I scrumpt… I don´t think I have screamed that loud in my entire life.
My legs were working way faster than my brain was and I was inside of the car in the blink of an eye. The peeping Tom ran away very fast, and although my boyfriend and I tried to find him, he managed to get away.
Okay, this couldn´t be a coincidence anymore. That man must be there every day or something because honestly what the fuck.
After I told my friends about it, it turns out he *is* the – apparently very well-known- town peeping tom! He even has a nickname and everything! So, I guess I can now say I´ve been spied on by “The Peeper”.
It´s safe to say I´m NEVER setting foot (or car by all means) on that place ever again.
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