In a public park, between the softball game and a busy street.
The swimming pool in my apartment complex. It was in the middle of the afternoon and we were the only ones there. There was a wooden fence around the pool area, but several upper story apartments had a good view if anyone was looking (I don’t imagine anyone was). Luckily for us, no one came into the pool area while we were in action.
Various parking lots (inside the car, not outside). We’d retreat to the car sometimes if there was a wait for a table at a restaurant. One time, in the parking lot of Wendy’s, she got so horny she put her feet up on the dash and went to town. I mean, her hand was a blur. I’m surprised the patrons inside couldn’t hear the squishy noises.
Several times on trips with me driving, she would ‘entertain’ me in various ways, including letting me watch her (she let me lick her fingers, too!), and then giving me a BJ.
House Committee Room 4, Virginia State Capital Building. Thomas Jefferson, who designed the buildng, would have been proud.
I have had two very wild times in public. The first happened when I was 18. I met this girl, we drank lots, and decided to do it on the bar’s front lawn. A friend of mine thought he would scare us by trying to run us over with his Opal GT. It was hilarious, jumping up but naked, trying to get out of the way of a car. The funny part was his car got high centered on the curb and he had to get three guys to lift it off.
The Second time, about 11 years ago, the future Mrs. Sn-Man, was giving an excellent BJ while we were driving home from a party. It was getting to the point where I had to pull over. I turned into a parking lot, and right after the climatic moment, I noticed a couple of police walking toward a nearby car. I had pulled into the Arvada Police station parking lot. We got out of there nice and slow.
In the ocean, Cocoa Beach, about 20 yards of shore, 3 in the afternoon.
In a boiler room of a house at UofM, with about 3-8 people watching, depending on the time (over 90 minutes). Someone stole her shirt.
Back seat of a moving car. My buddy, who was driving still has no idea, even though we (my girlfriend and I) could smell the sex in the car for a good half hour afterward.
I mentioned this in the Mile High thread, I got a BJ on the flight to Marine Corps boot camp. Aisle seat.
And, of course, the occasional road head.
I think that’s about it. It’s always been great, just not that public.
hmmm… Thinking thinking. aha. On BART while going under SF Bay.
The minister’s office at church.
Of course, I was the minister at the time, but somehow I think that’s irrelevant :D.
In the bathroom of the ladies’ room at Holman Stadium in Vero Beach, FL during a Dodgers-Yankees spring training game. Alas, not with Dodger catcher Mike Scioscia.
Must be something about those libraries. For me, that was probably the only pleasant memory of law school. Doggie style in the stacks.
In the late-mid 90’s the Ohio State University newpaper, The Lantern, began a series on exactly this topic. WEll, perhaps “series” is a bit exagerated, but they did a few peices about people having sex in the stacks. Used to be quite the homosexual thing to do, apparrently. Heteros did it to, to be sure, but I guess the big deal was the gay thing. They upped the lighting and roving security.
I never got to give it a whirl before I graduated <sigh> though I know some of my girlfriends would have been into it…Oh, that reminds me!
I got a BJ from a girl in my social dance class in the ante-room to the dance hall. During class hours.
My high school was integrated into a college, so our classes were all over campus.
My boyfriend and I did it in the science building, in the lounge area while classes were in session. Risky, considering that we were between the entrance and the classes.
PS. I almost shouldn’t add this, but IIRC, that’s when he lost his virginity too.
I have been such a bad girl…
In the dressing room of a vintage clothing shop. Just a curtain between us and the folks outside. 
On a pool table in a bar that was an hour from closing, then in the bathroom when someone said something to us, then on a bench outside the bathroom at the bar near the pool table when they knocked to get inside…
ah, now that’s a memory i’ll never forget…
My ex-husband, in a car driving down a 4-lane state road (at night). I don’t mean bj, I mean SEX while he was driving.
Count me in for the ‘innocent’ religious experiences. In high school my boyfriend did various maintenance jobs around our church. He had keys to everything and that church was pretty much the only place we could be alone. Oral sex in the sactuary, the prayer room, I think in the rafters above the sanctuary where the lighting was, and of course at the top of the bell tower.
Same bf on vacation, on a big flat rock in the middle of a stream in full view of a hiking trail. We had some interesting sunburn issues after that one.
Once in college my roommate and I were in our room on my futon with two guys. We were just goofing around and somehow ended up tied up, forgot that we left the door open, and had about 5 people walk in and out over the course of the evening. The really weird thing is that all parties involved were completely sober (didn’t happen often) and that we would continue messing around, while having casual conversation with the random people who walked in on us.
A few years ago, one of the local college papers in town did a centerspread with a map of their campus, listing the best places to have sex, in a Consumer’s Report-type style, ranking the advantages and disadvantages of each. Quite funny.
That one’s on my “to do” list, actually.
Although I’d just settle for an opportunity on the altar.
In a parked car MANY times…
At the office, on the couch. (Coworkers are still wondering where that little stain came from.) 
In the corporate washroom… during lunch.
Twice at a park, having a picnic 
On a street in the middle of the night
under a table in a hotel meeting room while it was empty
In the hot tub,
right
outside
my
parents’
bedroom…
(and she was starting to get just a teeny bit loud :o )
on my “to do” list though, is
in a changing/dressing room
the mile-high club.
underneath a table in a crowded restaurant/family dinner
Well now. I will never think of the BART and the tunnel under the bay in the same way now :).
Darqangelle,
Well, it wasn’t a family dinner, but it was a pretty nice restaurant and there were plenty of people around, including two of my best friends across the table. It wasn’t sex, just a hand job, but my two best friends were starting to wonder why my boyfriend got so very un-talkative all of a sudden.