Well...
With girls (before I discovered that cock is more fun), I've done the dirty:

* On a (fairly secluded) park bench, whilst her parents and little sister were checking out the petting zoo.
* By a small lake in the same park at about 3 in the morning after a club night. Both of us were off of our tits and I couldn't get to the finish so I faked my orgasm. She told me it was the best fuck she'd ever had, but that could have been the drugs talking.
* In a small copse of trees in the middle of one of the fields in the same park again. There were some kids playing soccer nearby which put the pair of us off but we got there in the end, thankfully without being caught out by them.
* Under a railway bridge. Tramp-free, which is always a bonus, but it was fucking cold that day so we didn't go the distance and went to her folks' place to continue.
* In the ladies toilets of a pub where I worked as a glass collector. Boss asked me where the fuck I'd been on my return. I replied, 'A girl needed some help in the ladies.'. When asked why she didn't get one of her mates to do whatever-it-was, I told him that apparently it needed my personal attention. That was the pretense under which she'd led me there, after all. He twigged, laughed, called me a dirty fucker and told me to get back to work.
* Out back of another pub where I'd risen to the lofty position of barman, during a lock-in one Saturday night. I was called 'Outback' for the remainder of my brief time there because she was fairly loud and very sweary, and subsequently another one of the barmen heard her through the open window in the gents when he went for a piss.
* On a beach in Tenerife. Unusually, some old Spanish bloke didn't turn up with a deckchair to watch us and take hits from a hip flask whilst pulling his pud. His absence really contributed to our enjoyment, but the sand didn't so much.
* Under another railway bridge next to a canal after sneaking away from some friends during a booze-fueled pic-a-nic, where we were bubbled by another couple walking their dog. They said 'Ooops, don't mind us' and buggered off, but it kind of spoiled the mood so we held that thought until we got home.

I have to point out with some pride and yes, some shame too that only two of the above were with the same girl. I may have been misguided in my heterosexuality but I was enthusiastic, I think you'll agree. Or maybe I was just a slut. As a gayer I was and am a lot more discerning regarding whom I would/will let get their mitts on my dick, difficult as that is to believe. Which brings me to...

With blokes since I came out:

...actually, I haven't as yet which is fairly disappointing. But as another poster has said, you get to a certain age when one or both parties have their own at least fairly well-appointed place with a nice comfy bed/sofa/worktop/desktop/rug so one is less inclined to consider the great outdoors as a venue, particularly in British weather. By the time I realised I preferred tubesteak I had been in this category for some time. I dunno, maybe one time me and the fella (another late bloomer) will be up for a spot of adolescent nostalgia somewhere :)
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Thu 23 Apr 2009, 15:47, 3 replies)

Can I recommend Oxford Street
on a Saturday morning???

You'd probably make the news...

Great post, this is, cheers.
( SpankyHanky, Thu 23 Apr 2009, 16:17, closed)

I said...
...'up for a spot of adolescent nostalgia', not 'arrested for indecent exposure' :D
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Fri 24 Apr 2009, 9:15, closed)

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Gives a whole new twist on the term "petting zoo". :)
(Kitimariana, Fri 24 Apr 2009, 14:50, closed)