Here's a story that happened to me a while ago on a recent vacation.

I was out at the bar, and met me a cutie brunette who loved the fact that I was from California.

After a few hours of hilarious convo & the consumption of stiff libations, I tricked-er, convinced, her to 'walk me back to my hotel.'The bar is conveniently two blocks away from my hotel. Naturally,stoplights provide a great venue for me to sneak a kiss.

She agreed.

Two blocks later, the passion in our kisses is growing almost as fast as certain parts of my anatomy. We arrive at the hotel and head toward the elevator.

My room is on the 3rd floor. The hotel has 19 floors. The back of the elevator is clear glass & overlooks the entire interior of the hotel.

We step into the elevator, & I press '3'. She leans back against the wall, still in a slight daze from my kisses she received earlier.

No joke, she really had 'that' look in her eye. Frankly, she reminded me of me in the sense that she was a great kisser. Just sayin'.

As the doors close, I walk over to her, reach my hand around the back of her neck, grab a handful of hair & pull her to me. She wilts.

We begin an awesome kiss that tops all those previous. She wraps her arms around me and we fall back against the glass wall of the elevator. Just as the heat of the moment reaches boiling status, the bell rings. We're at the 3rd floor. Already.I reach over & press the '19' button.

We get back to our kiss, & I'm sure the glass was fogging over from how hot it's getting in this elevator.

We'relost in the moment. Losing ourselves in this passionate makeoutsession. Hands wandering, moans loudening, inhibitions gone. It's hot.

In the midst of all this, we've obviously lost track of time and space.

Here's proof: The elevator has ascended up to floor 19, and all the way back down to the lobby level. We're both oblivious.

Just as she wraps a leg around me and begins kissing my neck, I lean my head back and half-open my eyes. I turn my head to the right.

Looking out of the glass wall behind us, a security guard is standing outside,arms crossed, toe tapping, a stern look on his face. Three other people are behind him. They're gawking like slack-jawed yokels.

I snap back to reality & bust out laughing. She belts out a 'huh?' looks outside the elevator, sees why I'm laughing, & starts laughing too.

The gawkers,all mid-20s partiers, all start cracking up. The security guard is not amused.

Brunette and I straighten our clothes and hair, in true awkward 'getting caught in a voyeuristic moment' fashion. I press '3' again, and the elevator takes off. We are still both laughing our asses off.

Naturally,this moment only increased our desire for each other and led to a spectacular finish to the night. This funny part was an instant classic.