Various cars, at least one apartment balcony after dark but still brightly lit by nearby fluorescent street lamps (which was not as enclosed as the ones in these photos, which made for an interesting 69, especially once the people INSIDE the apartment looked outside the glass door and saw what we were doing), a park bench (and an open grass park field) in broad daylight (it's amazing how much you can get away with, just with strategically draped sweaters and coats), and several graveyards after dark.
... Oh God, the graveyards. After dark, they have security guard cars that drive through every once in a while (which we should have realized would be a thing, but she'd never had sex before, either in or out of a bedroom, and I was too horny to think of it or to care), which means it's hard not to be spotted, but I suspect they were mostly concerned with preventing vandalism, because they barely even slowed down when they spotted us in the midst of making their circuits, which must mean that they're pretty used to kids fucking on blankets on top of the elevated stone graves.
Oh, and with another girl, on her living room couch in the afternoon, with her folks in the other room, even though at least one of us (her) knew better, because apparently I can be very persuasive when I find a girl's G-spot.
I work around hotels. One morning one of our hotels got a complaint from tourists in the neighboring hotel that they had seen a couple having sex on the roof of our hotel. The roof is pretty steep. They were appalled, appalled I tell you! So we investigated. Turns out the couple were drunk as fuck (pun intended). Thank goodness they didn't fall from the roof, otherwise we wouldn't be dealing with complaints about "indecent behavior" but murder due to security negligence. :-S
There was no danger of us falling off the balcony, since it still had safety bars and railings, and we were lying on the floor of the balcony itself, but those thin metal rods concealed nothing.
I'm not sure if this actually counts for your purposes, but in downtown Boston in the middle of a bright summer afternoon, with her wearing a short sundress, I managed to manipulate her panties through the fabric of her dress to start sliding them off, so that I could slip my hand behind her and start fingering her as we were walking, and it was apparently only when she felt that her panties were almost off her ass that she noticed that I was doing anything.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked me, her lips pursed in a smirk.
"Trying to get your panties off," I answered honestly.
She laughed and shook her head. "I can't believe you would try to do something like that in public."
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
She just smiled and took my hand in her own. A couple of blocks later, we ducked around a relatively enclosed corner to make out for a brief bit, but we held off on sex until that night.
Does "finger-banging her while she's driving the car" count as a separate category from just "fucking in the car"?
Every time, she'd spread her legs, arch her hips up, but still try to pretend that she didn't want to be distracted by telling me, "If you keep doing that, I'm going to crash the car."
Of course, every time I answered that scolding by asking her, "Do you WANT me to stop?", which she would respond to in turn by saying, "Noooooo ...", so it kind of made me less responsible for leading her astray.
My answers:
Various cars, at least one apartment balcony after dark but still brightly lit by nearby fluorescent street lamps (which was not as enclosed as the ones in these photos, which made for an interesting 69, especially once the people INSIDE the apartment looked outside the glass door and saw what we were doing), a park bench (and an open grass park field) in broad daylight (it's amazing how much you can get away with, just with strategically draped sweaters and coats), and several graveyards after dark.
... Oh God, the graveyards. After dark, they have security guard cars that drive through every once in a while (which we should have realized would be a thing, but she'd never had sex before, either in or out of a bedroom, and I was too horny to think of it or to care), which means it's hard not to be spotted, but I suspect they were mostly concerned with preventing vandalism, because they barely even slowed down when they spotted us in the midst of making their circuits, which must mean that they're pretty used to kids fucking on blankets on top of the elevated stone graves.
Oh, and with another girl, on her living room couch in the afternoon, with her folks in the other room, even though at least one of us (her) knew better, because apparently I can be very persuasive when I find a girl's G-spot.
Re: My answers:
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Re: My answers:
And for extra TMI:
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked me, her lips pursed in a smirk.
"Trying to get your panties off," I answered honestly.
She laughed and shook her head. "I can't believe you would try to do something like that in public."
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
She just smiled and took my hand in her own. A couple of blocks later, we ducked around a relatively enclosed corner to make out for a brief bit, but we held off on sex until that night.
ALSO:
Every time, she'd spread her legs, arch her hips up, but still try to pretend that she didn't want to be distracted by telling me, "If you keep doing that, I'm going to crash the car."
Of course, every time I answered that scolding by asking her, "Do you WANT me to stop?", which she would respond to in turn by saying, "Noooooo ...", so it kind of made me less responsible for leading her astray.