The many tales of unintentional exhibitionism here remind me that it's most unsporting of a train full of commuters to sneak up on you when you're shagging in a field.
There's a stretch of the Manchester line between Sandbach and Crewe which, 30-odd years ago, had subsided so much that trains used to have to crawl along it in case the rails had buckled.

Late one sunny afternoon, two mates of mine decided to enjoy a little alfresco rumpy-pumpy in a discreet corner of an overgrown field some way away from their homes, next to a hedge behind which, they didn't immediately realise, was the railway embankment.

Along came the train. It was doing a very quiet 5 miles an hour and the bored passengers had little to do except stare out at the uninspiring Cheshire landscape. When they caught sight of my two naked friends cavorting among the dock leaves, word spread, and soon the train windows were crowded with gleeful spectators.

I might add at this point that the couple were healthy individuals with a combined weight of about 36 stones so they didn't exactly blend into the background. After they'd looked up and spotted their audience, they decided that fleeing while pulling on clothing was less dignified than simply carrying on with the show. They shrugged, changed ends and were still rolling around long after the train had trundled slowly out of sight.

That slow bit of track was probably also quite popular among the P-Way men who worked on it because local girls used to flash their boobs at them from the train. A cruel joke the girls played on newcomers to the practice was to initiate a flash at the point where the train started to slow, so that instead of the intended quick glance, the workers got a longer, more interesting look.

The line was eventually shored up and the trains pass by at normal speed these days. More convenient for passengers but probably less fun.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Wed 24 Aug 2011, 22:37, 6 replies)

It's more
street cred than being caught having a poo.
(username failed moderation, Thu 25 Aug 2011, 9:58, closed)

'mates of mine'
sure, whatever you say.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Thu 25 Aug 2011, 10:03, closed)

heh
No, it wasn't me. Well, not the shagging. That wasn't me. Saw the boob-flashing though. P-Way man nearly swallowed his shovel.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Thu 25 Aug 2011, 13:10, closed)

There was a case in the papers
of a man who made this mistake and was seen shagging by all his work colleagues on a train. Unfortunately his girlfriend was, in fact, a sheep...
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Thu 25 Aug 2011, 13:17, closed)

I remember that., he would have got away with it if the train hadn't broken down and given everyone time to gawp.
His defence was 'I was urintating against the fence and the sheep backed into me'.

What, repeatedly?
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Thu 25 Aug 2011, 13:19, closed)

P-Way?

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 25 Aug 2011, 13:20, closed)