Hmmm, nowhere too crazy.
There’s the mausoleum in the seminary, the changing room at Old Navy, in a web-cafe, the classroom, and my personal favorite…
The parking lot of a busy mini-golf outfit. I guess this doesn’t get full credit. While we both played through, so to speak, I was never able to get it in the hole. Hey, you try getting out your wood while a kid and his dad are playing with their putters.
What, no bathroom of a sushi bar?
As much as I was interested in this one Thai waitress, alas, it was not to be. And stop calling me a weaboo :mad:
A thousand apologies, Auto-san.
4th floor of a parking garage, downtown Seattle. With the parking attendant, who was my fuck buddy. I drove in, and he said, “What are you doing here?”
“What do you think?” He closed up his little booth, and I drove up to a mostly-deserted floor, parked and did the deed in the back seat of my car.
I snuck out of the house late one night to meet the same guy, and we ended up going to the elementary school a few blocks away and doing it on the playground. Wheee, monkey bars!
It wasn’t her father. I’ll tell you that.
Fourth grade boy’s restroom.
My de-flowering took place on the side porch of a very strict Baptist church.
I did it on a motorcycle between a shopping center and a drive-in theater at some point in my youth. Since then the strangest place in bed next to my sleeping infant. I really am a boring person.
I’m wondering why no one’s answered the question yet with “In the ass.”
See Post #3.
D’oh! :smack:
In Santa Rosa Sound (between mainland Gulf Breeze and Santa Rosa Island off of Pensacola), on July 4th during the fireworks show. Our timing was impeccable.
I remember when we went to visit the NW Angle once, and noticed the lack of security on the border there (this was after 9/11 too, somewhere between 2002 and 2004) little old randy me was thinking of laying a blanket down in the clearing (the entire US-Canadian border is cleared of trees for 6 feet on either side along its entire length) and making love right on the border. That’s when we were trying to have a second kid too, I thought it would be a neat idea to have him concieved right on the border.
(Yes, you can tell I’m an extreme border geek to be thinking the above)
I have a friend (well, he’s my father’s friend technically) who is a retired border agent and he’s caught a few amourous souls rocking it in two countries at once on his patrols.
Speaking of doing it on the border, I live pretty close to Four Corners. Is it pretty vacant at night? I’d like to fuck right on the merger of the four states.
Broadway (NYC).
Was their last name “Robinson”, by any chance?
An old, unused lighthouse, then later on the beach. Also like someone else had posted, up against the windows on an upper floor of a hotel.
Cunningham Falls State park in the middle of the day on the top of the waterfalls. In the Gulf of Mexico near Pensacola, FL. On the balcony of a hotel overlooking the beach in Myrtle Beach, I think someone else was getting lucky under a blanket on the beach at the same time.
On a train, but in a private car. Fun, that.
I don’t know that I’ve had sex anywhere that would be considered “exotic.”
Airplane.
I was hoping I could be first to say this but Pullin beat me to it. I don’t know how high we were, tho–didn’t look at the altimeter… I did get the Mile High pin but several years later a burglar stole all my jewelry. Sigh.