Do failed attempts count?
If so, the Gucci store in NYC. Got thrown out, bastards.
So does this mean that you’re thinking about the time you had sex with aha, on BART, while going under the SF bay? 
Does heavy petting count?? If so, my ex-girlfriend and I did some pretty good action at the Botanical Garden, inside the Japanese garden pagoda.
The walk-in cooler of the Godfather’s Pizza place I worked at during my senior year of high school. While the restaurant was open and we were both on the clock.
I can’t figure out if I was stupid or insane that year. Probably some of each.
Let’s see where to begin…
-On the swings at a park in the middle of the day. ( I was wearing a skirt.)
-In the bushes at a different park.
-The bathroom of a 7-11
-The men’s bathroom at a Perkins. ( I worked there and could have gotten caught by my manager or a customer.:eek:)
-Balcony of a townhouse with people accross the lake having a party. (We saw them looking at us with binoculars about mid way through and decided to give them a show.:D)
-In the mountains at a picnic site.
-Girls room at my old high school.
-Beside the lake at a local park. We were under blankets…it was the fall.
Okay, I know there are more, but that is all I can think of right now.
*In a tree on the campus of Cal State Long Beach at about 3 PM
*On the field of an elementary school at night
*On the roof of a dorm, also at night
*On a second-floor apartment balcony overlooking a very busy parking lot
*On a third-floor balcony at the San Diego Beach and Tennis Club Hilton(?)
*On a bus headed to Grad Night at Disneyland
Uh…that’s all I can think of at the moment…
In the water at the beach, with other people not too far away. (I don’t recommend that one, by the way. Salt water STINGS!) I prefer to keep my carryings-on private. So I’m boring, I guess. Whatever.
Under the stage at Whiskey Junction, a bar in Minneapolis. While the band was playing. I knocked my head on the stage. Ouch.
Bo
Been there, done that. Wednesday night services, with the Youth Services Director (hey–I was of legal age). Went to his office, smoked a joint, and had a multiple-orgasm type of night.
Other highlights:
On the servant’s stairwell of a hotel in Florence, Italy.
Right under a tree at a local park–one jogger seemed to come by a few times while we were there.
BJ’s on the beach. (sounds like a drink, don’t it?)
In my car, in a crowded mall parking lot, 4 pm on a Saturday.
On the balcony of a hotel room, right over the front parking lot.
In Longfellow Park, Cambridge, Massachusetts. By the grave of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Genuine vaginal penetration.
In the Green Room at MamaKin (a night club in Boston) back when it was still MamaKin.
In my high school field hockey field.
Various parking lots.
Wow. I suddenly feel so boring.
fuck you.
fuck you.
and…
fuck you.
but hey, I can think of worse aging rock stars to have sex with. 
No no no no, not the 80’s pop group A-ha, I’m referring to SDMB’s very own member, aha. You know, the one who nagged Cecil to welcome him.
MSK… woosh
In an empty classroom at my college.
In the middle of a weekday.
With classes in the rooms on either side.
And a window in a door.
On a huge log beside a creek where we were canoeing. A guy came down the creek on horseback and our clothes were on the other side of the river. We jumped in and sat down up to our chins and chatted as he went by hoping he didin’t see our clothes on the shore.
In a canoe
On a golf course
At a wine festival
In a fireworks store.
In various cars, moving and unmoving.
In an underground garage, not in a car.
By the lakeshore.
In the ocean. (never again!)
In a swimming pool.
In a bathroom at a friend’s party.
In the (empty!) bleachers at a park.
In the backyard.
At a closed club, on a table!
Do all of you Dpers mean to tell me that with all your unusual sexual fantasy threads and with all your erotic dreams about each other that only a handful of you have ever had sex in a daringly public place? Are all my expectations of you to be dashed to little bits already after only a few short months? Oh well, I think I’ll just go console myself with my boyfrienfd, who knows I may post some more on this thread later on.
In his front yard, under a pine tree.
Later that night, on one of the lawns at ISU. Campus cops nearly caught us.
In the front seat of a Chrysler Cordoba parked in my parents’ driveway.
In the spare bedroom of mom and dad’s house, with the door open, with my dad asleep on the couch around the corner, about 15 feet away.
On the hood of my car parked at the city’s reservoir.
Bent over the trunk of a car parked in a garage.
On the couch while his SO was asleep on the loveseat, not 2 feet away (yes, shame on me…)
And of course, the obligatory oral and masturbatory shows given to bored truckers on the interstate.
I don’t feel quite as daring as most of you. But I can tell you a story about someone else…(crap, I’m living vicariously again…) She dated the VP of a bank, and they did it in his office, where the windows faced a busy street, with the curtains open. They also did it on a lawn chair next to a swimming pool at a toga party (I didn’t know people beyond college actually participated in those…lol)