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Haven't done it in public, but the old high school beau and I had a severe lack of privacy both at his place and mine, so we had a bad series of "interruptus" at various inappropriate locations - driveways, playgrounds, etc. Once we were interrupted by another couple from our high school who had come to the playground for the very same reason!

Now, I'm too paranoid for public displays, as it were...

On a bus,
on a train,
by the window in the rain.

At the lake,
in the woods,
and somtimes on car hoods.

RIP Estelle. You are a true feminist, you tough old betch. Love love love you.

Done it on Atlantic and Caribbean beaches (ewww, sandy).

Is it prudish?

Jezebel tries so hard. Last year they were basically saying you're a prude if you don't already have herpes.

And yes, I thank Estelle for being a friend.

All of my public displays came from the necessity of being a teenager/college student with a lack of privacy rather than any kind of thrill seeking. Ok, well, one time an an adult, but that was while camping, so I'll still chalk that one to necessity.

RIP, Estelle, (aka, Sophia). She was one of the best characters on the show.

Oh Estelle, I miss you already.

Re: Public displays of affection (ahem).
Back in Ye Olde Drinking Days I was a bit of a slut/thrill seeker. What a trip down memory lane reading all of that just was.
Been on the shelf too long now, I've probably lost my Mojo.
Fucking divorce.

We will miss you Estelle. You rocked.

Crowded bar, during a playoff game, in the corner (you'd be amazed at what well placed "cheering" can do for you in that scenario). Also in a car various times and parking locations. On a dam (it basically had very large steps... it's in the Dallas area; it's on Joe Pool Lake). And on a front porch facing a busy highway frontage road. Amazingly enough, I don't really think of myself as an exhibitionist. I tend to view it more along the lines of experimental and up for a challenge.

Against a tree in Fairmont Park
In a planetarium somewhere in New York
In a car at Jones Beach (tree bark was bad enough, no sand, please)

So...

I guess I'm the only one who did it in a graveyard, then?

~Parked car by a lake
~Sleeper cab of an 18-wheeler
~On top of my boss's desk at work early one morning. (definately the hottest)

no youre not stacey

on the beach (sandy)
on a plane (crowded)
on a train (fun! extra rocking motions, don't you know)

Where would I like to? On the top of a Greyhound bus tearing through Times Square and mowing through a New Year's Eve size crowd of zombies. My trusty sidekick (a thirteen year-old Vietnamese boy) would be driving and Anthrax's "Caught in a Mosh" would be playing...

Oh no Stacey, you're not...

Uh...Where others actually saw us: on a train (walked-in-on), on a rooftop (third-floor in a block of five-story buildings)(mid-day), in a moving car (trucks) and then on the roadside (cop), in a moving canoe (a lake)(in front of a resort)(with a restaurant on the deck), on the stairs of a walk-up. Once after a wedding reception (everyone sleeping in one room, his girlfriend sleeping 2 feet away)(awkward breakfast the next morning). Member of the mile-high club a few times over, but only one exit was actually seen. And oh, Stacy, you're not alone: twice in a little graveyard, with people passing by.

I'm actually a very private person.

This one time, in a normally-private patch of woods... we had just gotten into a nice languorous mid-fuck rhythm when a full Amtrak train came through. The best part: I swear some of the passengers waved to us.

Jeremy: I've done the same thing...

Have I ever done it in public?

Why do you ask? Did someone say something? Were there pictures? Because I don't think you have any proof or any witnesses and whoever said anything was lying and I bet the pictures and the video are all grainy and you can't prove it was me.

What?

Not to worry, David, he was a perfect gentleman...As far as I can tell. I've only ever done it twice, and the first guy I ever did it with never called me back...But I don't really care, because he was schlubby and he had a tiny penis and I faked it. When my brother found out, he freaked out and threatend to kill him for not calling. Fun times. And what do you have to be jealous about? Your places are far more exciting! ^_^

the ones that come to mind....
-church steps (and then around the side of the church in the grass)
-in the woods (fairly popular hiking area)
-in my car in college campus parking lot (many many many times)
-outside the building where I worked with my 13-years-younger European lover (2-4 times weekly for 3 years... same guy as the college campus lot, we both went there too)(he is HOT!)
Sadly, never in a graveyard. I'd enjoy that though. I don't necessarily think it's a getting caught thrill thing, at least not for me; it's just about not being able to keep your hands off each other at the time. maybe it also doesn't hurt that I'm in my mid-30's... woman's prime and all. Even with all that doing it, sometimes you need it so bad it actually physically hurts.

Other notes:
R.I.P. Estelle. So sad.
R.I.P. Brooke Hogan's brain. If there was one there to die.
R.I.P. Rolling Stone.

As apparently the only involuntary virgin around these parts, it falls upon me to say:

I hate you all.

-Car in church parking lot, school parking lot, work parking lot, on side street

-Work vehicle in mall parking lot (if the Q Van's a rockin', don't come a knockin')

-Playground (there were no kids around, relax) on the slide

-Library - both aisle and carrel; those things are ideal height

-Hotel alcove where the ice machine lives

-Handicapped stall at Continental Midtown

-Front lawn (3 a.m.-ish) - it was in Mayfair; maybe it was Julie's grandmom's lawn?

-Conference room table

-Pool with other people in it

Which is more depressing? The fact that I used to be such a hoo-er or the fact that I haven't had sex since late 2007?

In reference to the Starbucks Vivanno thingies, I have made this and tried these in the bookstore cafe, and they are really not so good. There's these flash frozen bananas that we have to thaw and they make the saddest, most depressing plops inside the frapp blenders. It kind of confirms the existence of evil in the world. I know evil because Starbucks found it necessary to sell pseudo-healthy non-smoothie things that require flaccid, browning bananas. Which stink. A lot.
And no, we can't take your Starbucks card.

Jeremy,

Jealous because of where you fool around? No, no, no, dear child, you're missing the point entirely. More to the point, nobody fucks with, or, for that matter, fucks, my boy. That's really the bottom line.

Honestly, it's pretty clear I'm going to have to beat both of these fools senseless.

So, we need to have a chat. I'm leaving tomorrow until Tuesday, but when I get back, I'll take you on a proper date. Then I'd suspect we'll need to come back to my place to "talk". It could be a long night, so rest up...

I'm with you, Vermillion. Smug gits.

Oh my God, I'm going on my first date ever! YAY! What to wear, what to wear, what to wear...(And for the record, David? Peach would totally kick Toad's ass. She would whip off one of her heels and shank him in the eye with it. 'Cause bitch is fierce.)

Ben, b is right. Sometimes things just happen. I've never done the deed in public because I'm an exhibitionist or anything, but sometimes you're just so hot, horny, or in love that you have to have it immediately and nothing short of instant gratification will do. All you need is two or more willing participants, an extremely sexy or sensual moment, and a miniskirt to facilitate the act. Note top beginners: miniskirts, or any skirt/dress for that matter, are not a necessary nor mandatory for participating in public sex acts but will greatly increase your chances of engaging in such acts while decreasing your chances of getting caught in said acts.

Public fooling around:
- back of a greyhound bus
- church basement
- several clubs during those hazy university days
Public sex:
- car
- back of my pickup truck (I grew up in the country)
- beach
- boat (tippy)
- crowded camp site (not exactly public, but tents don't afford much privacy either)
- hot tub (those bubbles don't actually conceal as much as one might expect)

Lovely thoughts to start the morning off right.

Ben - no, we're not lying. I can't speak for anyone else, but I live at home, and so do an awful lot of people in my college (there's literally room for 450 students in the on-campus dorms, out of 15,000). My parents aren't so cool with the bringing-home-of-random-hookups, or even boyfriends for that matter. Thus, it's a case of renting a hotel room (expensive), not having sex (boo-urns) or doing it somewhere vaguely public. To wit:

- children's playground (as said above, at night, with no kids around, so it's not as awful as it may seem) (you can do some really interesting stuff with a swing set) (OK, it's exactly as awful as it may seem, and I'm probably going to hell)
- beach (sandy and really not that comfortable; would not recommend)
- behind the restaurant on my college campus (hidden from view by a dumpster; we could hear people playing tennis 10 feet away)
- a public park
- bathroom at a club
- multiple places in a parked car, including parking lots and various scenic viewpoints in the mountains around my house

Oh, and also, technically, the dancefloor of a club. Which, to be fair, wasn't planned - I was making out with the guy, there was some grinding going on, and I ground a little bit too vigourously for him. I dunno, does that even count?

Glad to see there are others out there as bad as/worse than me though. Once again, Pajiba provides the comforting evidence that no matter how horrific I may think I am, there's always a lower place. Cheers!

I love threads like these! (keep in mind most of my experiences were at night)

-art studio at the university
-public bathroom (during an art show)
-on the steps of the local catholic church (I was bitter)
-closed pool
-restaurant freezer (he worked with me and we dared each other after months of ridiculous flirting)
-changing room at Sears (AWFUL)
-children's playground (on the way back from the bar at 4am)
-the laundry room at my apartment (holy shit was that awesome)

I suppose when it gets you it gets you, eh? And yes, like many other pajibans these were usually based on the no privacy/raging hormones factor.

In a tent in a crowded campground (many, many times), usually at night. I traveled cross-country for two months after college -- if we weren't getting down at the campsite, we weren't getting down at all.

In a waterfall just off a well-traveled trail in broad daylight.

If it's not too bold, Vermillion, meet Julie. Julie, Verm. I understand you two could possibly solve some mutual problems. I'll waive my finders' fee if you allow my agent and XO Shadows to...document ahem chaperone your encounter(s).

Shadows, who's pimping? She just said she was single. If you can't handle reality then I may need a new XO - hell, I just offered you the chaperone's duties - some ingrate you are! Unless you meant Vermillion, in which case I hate to break it to you but I don't think he swings that way.