State Penitentiary.
I laughed. Then I laughed again at your cleverly hidden real answer.
In the front seat of my car (this was before bucket seats) parked at the beach.
Hotel room in San Francisco, on my wedding night.
First oral was on the couch of my future wife’s parents’ house Sept. 13, 1996. Both parents were home at the time, but upstairs. 4 days later, we had intercourse on my bed while my roommates were all out. One roommate was asked to be conveniently away for a couple hours and he obliged.
In my car, parked outside of the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston. Incredibly, nobody walked by, or at least I didn’t notice anyone.
Here’s a Google Maps link showing the exact spot: Where I lost my virginity
In my boyfriend’s bedroom. His parents and other two siblings were out for the night–can’t remember where.
I like the google map ones- it lets people partake in the action better.
In the guest bedroom, next to my parents bedroom. Parents were home.
In this house, second floor, second window from the left, in 1988.
In the library. With the candlestick.
Regards,
Colonel Mustard
Dorm room, first week of my freshman year of college. Turned out to be a huge mistake.
I’m not the only one amused by the fact that that’s right next to the Anatomy Building, am I?
His brother’s guest bedroom (bro was not home), on a bed covered with rose petals. No fooling.
In a New Orleans HoJo (Howard Johnson Motel) with my friend sleeping in the second bed about 3 feet away.
There are some of us, you know. Like the wife and I.
OK, bit of a lie, we were too horny to wait until the wedding night. We waited until the time after the ceremony and pictures, but before the reception. So “wedding afternoon”, if you will.
(And, to satisfy Mel, the Canad Inn [sic] Windsor Park. Forget the room number.)
Good thing too as, after the reception (which was technically 1am the next morning) which was our next time alone the two of us, we were too tired for any more “conjugal relations”
Boring, I know. What I really want to see is a thread of your favourite or most exotic location that you’ve had sex. I don’t feel like starting one (but if someone does, I’ll gladly repost this there), but mine was along the side of the Trans-Canada Highway in the middle of Nowhere, Saskatchewan, coming back from our first trip as a married couple. We were getting kind of randy in the car and I already had my wife topless and was going to town on her breasts while she’s going 100kph on the highway, for safety’s sake we pulled over a roadside gravel pit near Moosomin, SK (have no idea if the one pictured was actually it) and did it by the side of the road in the backseat of our Geo.
Good times.
Just down this path on the beach
Please note - Sex on the beach - not as fun as it sounds.
In response to dhkendall’s favorite location hijack, in my VolksWagen Golf, mid-June, 1992, parked on the street at about 3:30 Saturday afternoon, South Street Seaport, New York City. Right about here (I don’t know how to do the cool linkey-namey thing): http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=150+beekman+street,+new+york,+ny&sll=40.628806,-74.137652&sspn=0.007752,0.014956&ie=UTF8&hq=&hnear=150+Beekman+St,+New+York,+10038&ll=40.706986,-74.002372&spn=0.000968,0.001869&z=19&layer=c&cbll=40.706799,-74.002391&panoid=miErlF80sHjKEaAwpEgQmg&cbp=12,314.49,0,3.58
What was great about it was that there was the kitchen door of a restaurant right next to the car, and the bus boys kept coming out to throw trash in the dumpster. I was in the driver seat, reclined, and my GF was riding cowgirl style. Her head was half out the sunroof.
Front seat of a truck. A man kept walking by and looking in our direction, but I was told that it was no worry because the windows were tented. They were not.
Shodan, you lost your virginity to a candlestick? I think the OP meant first time with another person.
Most exotic location thread here.