So are most strangers carrying around condoms or do you also spontaneously realize they are std-free?
Maybe that could be your cue to start the spontaneous sex brightpenny? I’m guessing more than a few men would respond positively to the lustily whispered phrase, “I’ve got a condom you could wear right now.” Just how important is the wordless part anyway?
Just for the record, I’m a stranger and yes, I do carry a condom with me at all times (in my wallet).
Well, in these scenes, isn’t it also animal lust? Usually, both paprties are wildly attracted to each other, no?
Think again buddy. 
Not my thing.
Something almost like it happened once, back in my thinner hey-day. About six years ago or so. However, it didn’t happen like in the movies. I was in a music store, browsing CDs (remember music stores? Remember CDs? Ahhh, those were the days! ), and there was a pretty cute guy checking me out. He kept moving a little closer to me, pretending to be looking at CDs, looking kind of shy, and I thought it was pretty funny, and I did give him a sideways glance - though, to me, it was more of an amused look than an “I’m interested” look. But who knows how it came across. I’m the mistress of the crooked smile, but that’s mostly because of the crooked teeth behind the lips I am loathe to part. He was holding a Garbage CD in his hand (the pink one) and I was holding a Bloodhound Gang CD (“Hooray For Boobies”).
He sidles up to me. “Hey, um. Would you be interested in… with me? Maybe?”
I looked up at him. Way up. I’m 5’7. He was the incredible hulk. However, that had nothing to do with my decision. “Not a chance, buddy.” and I pushed past him. The cashier had noticed something going on, and looked at me quizzically. I put my CD down on the counter and began softly singing the lines from “Magna Cum Nada” - “always gonna be always gonna be always gonna always gonna be: MOST LIKELY TO SUCK!”
I suppose that could have been taken in one of two ways, but the cashier got it, came out from around the counter and gave me a big hug. She said that guy was always cruising around the mall, trying to pick up chicks, and he usually succeeded, so she was glad to see someone else turn him down.
The guy walked past us and snarled, “Lesbians!” I blew him a kiss, and so did she. We hugged tighter and grinned like morons. As soon as he was gone, we let go of each other, she got behind the counter, and I said, “Okay, can we end this transaction?”
That never existed among my friends, either, even when we weren’t married.
Of course, almost everyone I knew in high school and college was a geek to one degree or another (so are all my friends now, come to think of it). In college, most of my friends were physics majors. It’s said that physics majors use their personalities for birth control, though we really use how tired we are from our class workloads…
I’d wondered about the condom issue. There’s a reason the man must be younger than me, in my own imaginary scenario. In my experience there’s not much point to condoms at my age - too many get wasted with all the darned ups and downs. 
You catch on pretty fast…
I was hoping/praying/sorta expecting this sort of thing when I started college (in truest Penthouse Forum fashion, 'a large midwestern university) and it only happened once, and that was my roommate. We were hosting an apt party (3 dollar cups, 25 cent jello shots) and he kept making eye contact w a cutie, but hadn’t talked at all, being busy w host duties and all. After a couple hours, plenty of time for everyone to get pretty lit, he went back to his room to switch mix tapes (yes it was that long ago) says he saw her, said ‘hey wanna come back here with me?’ She did, they went in the room, she said it was a nice party or something and boom, kissing, hugging, undressing, yada yada yada. Finished up, got dressed, switched the mixtape (heavy on Nirvana, Alice in Chains, the Cranberries and the Breeders, I think - very 1993) and went back out. She left the party 10 minutes later and we never saw her again. Which was a shame b/c she was by FAR the hottest chick he ever hooked up with. Meanwhile, that night I was stuck w a girl that looked like a llama* and ended up being the one cited when the cops busted up our little gathering for serving minors, noise violations, et al. Still, good times all around.
*to be fair, I have the face of a manatee, so its all good.
(Checks website header…Phew! For a second there I thought I slipped into the Penthouse Forum)
Never did it…always wanted to. I think the chemistry would have to be near-nuclear (and I’d have to be unmarried).
Ahhhh, you want to know about who my wife calls “The leaf pile girl”.
I was at a concert at the University of Minnesota, and I kept catching the eye of a young lass. I didn’t know what to think of it, since she was with a guy. Finally, after a while, I went up and asked the guy what was up. “She wants to have sex with you” Yipeeeee I think to myself. “And so do I” Yikes, sorry, not my bag, I think to myself. A while later, I came out of the bathroom and she was standing there, not with him. She took my hand and led me outside. To, well, (if you’ve been following along, you might have figured this out) a leaf pile.
Strangers? No. I don’t think that would ever work with me as I have to know the person’s not a moron or thinks Everybody Loves Raymond is a good show. That’s going to take a conversation or two, I imagine.
Friends and acquaintances, however? Hell yeah.
Once.
Maybe, '79-80, sometime in there. I was on hiatus with the long-term GF, at a party that a friend dragged me to. Found myself standing next to a tallish, long dark haired girl. I just smiled that make-belive awkward smile that was working for me so well those days, like if to say “yeah, this is a fun party, huh?” in a non-voice dripping with sarcasm.
She smiled, grabbed my hand, walked me outside into the gazebo in the yard where we froze in the 30 degree weather and went at it like bunnies, then went back in like nothing happened. I asked her name just after and she actually said it was better if neither of us ever knew.
I was ok with that.
A couple times in college I woke up in strange places with girls I don’t remember meeting, but I’m reasonably certain there was some kind of lead-in to those. I just don’t recall what it might have been.
Yeah yeah yeah, I know. Sorry, I wasn’t quite awake when I posted that.
I think where I was going was saying that these Hollywood types are all attractive (for the most part) and that because of that, this phenomenon exists mainly because of them.
I’d venture to say that instances in which this happens in real life would be less than they would be now, in um…contemporary times.
I’m gonna go take a nap.
:: breaks into sweat ::
:: fans self ::
(Is it a coincidence that the SDMB started to act up when I tried to post this earlier?)
Wordless, Spontaneous Sex with Strangers
… I’ll take “What head is he thinking with?” for a thousand, Alex.
I thought it was a cosmic hint for me not to post my comment, which I didn’t.
Wordless? No. There might have been some wordless making out.
There was this one time where these guys in my fraternity were playing beer pong with these girls for hours trying to hook up with them or something. I stroll in, make eye contact with this cute little blonde and say “wanna tour of the house?” As soon as we leave the room she says “which room is yours?”. I show her and we do…stuff.
Anastasaeon - Was the almost part with the guy or the counter girl? 
Well, she had a better chance.
Might be your location. I’m your age, and many of the people I know do the ‘friends with benefits’ thing; lots of open marriages and relationships, too. I’ve tried it once or twice, but it’s not for me.