Picnic table
I used to have a girlfriend who liked outdoor sex very much. We would meet up after work and go to a nearby park. Her favourite position, and one which avoided scrabbling around in the bushes, was her lying on a picnic table and me standing up.

We'd found a suitable table in an infrequently visited area of the park and made use of it regularly. One evening we were going at it when I heard someone approaching. It was too late to pull out so she arranged her skirt to hide as much as possible. But it wasn't just one person: an entire group of old folks was coming along the path towards us. It looked like a senior citizen outing or something.

Girlfriend lay there, trying to look casual and relaxed, a fixed grin on her face. I stood as close up to the table as I could, hands on hips or resting nonchalantly on the table; I believe I may have whistled.

Every single person who came past said 'good evening' and we replied likewise to each and every one of them. The last to come past were an old lady and, I assume, her husband. She said ‘How nice to see a young couple out in the fresh air’ while he gave me a thumbs up and a ‘Syd James’ face. Kind of killed the moment.
(Smale is stuffed, Thu 23 Apr 2009, 15:25, 2 replies)

Officelol
I think it's the whistle that does it for me. Top story. In my mind's eye it's like one of those seaside postcard cartoons.
( flatfrog Staring vacantly into space, Thu 23 Apr 2009, 16:03, closed)

Heheh
Good stuff.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Sat 25 Apr 2009, 11:03, closed)