(NSFW) Where is the wildest place you've ever had sex?

Church parking lot.

The zoo.

@ragingloli Which animal?

Don’t kill me.

@Seek_Kolinahr Oh I wish I had thought of that.

@Seek_Kolinahr
all of them

I bet the bonobos were amazing.

In a phone box/booth, she was the receiver, I made her a believer…reach out & touch ti breasts!

@ucme was it bigger on the inside?

For around five minutes, yeah, it was.
At one point I swear she yelled out a name, ”Kiefer” I think, bloomin cheek.

A cemetery. A plane bathroom on the way to Europe. Horseback. A bedroom closet.

Driving down the highway on a road trip to Colorado. Captains chairs are a must have in a van!

In the small bathroom (handicap access) on an Amtrak train to Chicago.

Grocery store parking lot, hot springs, hospital, garage attic, open field, ...

@syz Horseback? Were you riding bareback?

A public picnic in a park, surrounded by adjacent folks on their own blankets. There was an outdoor concert going on.
we were vewy vewy quiet

Almost pitch black laundry room—during a party going on in an adjacent room. Weird times. :P

@GloPro “A battleship bathroom.”

And cue the Village People’s ‘In the Navy’.....

My name isn’t Navy… That was a good spot, though. During a guided tour of the ship.

Movie theater screens have tiny holes in them to let the sound out. Behind the screen when a movie is playing you can see out and nobody can see in. So, on a sub-woofer behind a screen while 400 people where watching The Wedding Singer and we could see them but they couldn’t see us on a a set of 24” subs.

In a car on the freeway while I was driving.

I tried for the Vatican, but failed.

I fingered my HS girl and her best friend in a pew while her parents were two pews ahead of us and kept looking back and smiling

Haha! It’s hilarious what teenagers will do. That’s pretty ballsy.

@GloPro Western saddle.

In the Pine Barrens, camping right next to the Mullica River. It was the middle of the week and we didn’t see a single other person the entire time we were there…other than right then, in our finest moment, when I glanced up and saw the back of a kayaker who had just swept by and kept right on paddling downstream – rather hurriedly.

@syz no… Bareback
I’m not as funny as I think I am…

A ditch in Florida on a humid, dark night. I got mosquito bites where no person should ever have them!

This reminds me of a great answer on The Newleywed Game.

Under a car (my first).

Dressing room.

HWY overpass.

Several caves, cruise ship balconies and alcoves, Amtrak sleeping compartment, beaches (including the observation deck out at Padre Island, dunes, in the water), several camping spots in the Grand Canyon, a raft on the San Marcos river, hot tub at a SCA gathering, driveway at my house (all of them),

Picnic table, one in Missouri, one in Maryland.
On the pier, saying good bye as nicely as I could to my husband the night before he got under way, while the watch in the crow’s nest watched through binnoculars. I tapped my husband on the shoulder and told him we were being watched. He said, “Mff mff mmm, wave to the nice sailor honey.” I did. Good thing the binnoculars were strapped around his neck, because he dropped them when I waved, and abruptly turned around.
In a parking lot, with no car.
On board a navy vessel, when I went to wake the very hot sailor who was supposed to “Relieve” me for duty.
On the ninth green, oh gawd! Chiggers,chiggers!
In a stall in the ladies at the EM club, while someone in the next stall peed 4 gallons, I nearly imploded trying not to laugh.
On a Harley…..... it wasn’t going anywhere at the time, but boy, did we!
@syz, I too did a cemetary, on a flat tombstone. I had the guy’s name on my back, mirror image, for a couple of days. His birth date was on one cheek, death date the other cheek. My best friend saw it and really got the creeps.
The bench press in the fitness room of a private gated community.
That’s the best ones I can remember right now.

A traffic island.

@Yetanotheruser if it had been NZ it could have been me out there, in my wheelchair, busting to use the loo : ^)

If it was east bound to Chicago, it was me waiting out there in MY wheelchair, by the way, that was pretty quick!

Northbound to Chicago, around Christmastime, early eighties.

Ohhhhhh. Wasn’t me out there then. That would be around the time I was on the pier waving to the nice sailor. Tongue in cheek. I was the better sailor. I was taking it like a good girl.
My husband got a kick out of messing with the other snipes by telling them, when they asked what he did on the weekend, that he spent the whole time banging another sailor.

It would bore you, it was so long ago.