Not wanting to skite
but after reading some of these stories I have to... Remembering that I spent 12 years traveling makes more sense.

Rolling over in a bed in a hotel in Cyprus and seeing a group of women giggling after watching my performance with a young lady. They had climbed a private staircase by accident I assume.

In my cabin on a ship passing through the Welland Canal Locks (great Lakes) and giving a right rogering to my then girlfriend when a crowd of tourists, not two metres away, standing on the edge of the lock, slowly rose into view as the ship rose in the water. We paused until they disappeared from view and I didn't count the camera flashes.

Getting a bj on interstate 45, slowing down of course, and having this truckie keep pace with me in the fast lane while his passenger seemingly gave him a running commentary on what was happening. I couldn't shake him for miles.

Having a bonk in full public view in the plaza de mayo. She wearing a long skirt and I with shorts. Took at least half an hour so not to arouse suspicion though the vinegar strokes were a little hard to hide.

Klaipeda. A little love in the dunes watched over (unbeknown to me) by three soldiers in a watchtower. During a post coital cigarette ( nothing beats a ciggie afterwards) saw the flashes and recognised the watchtower with 3 figures with binoculars.

The fourth hole at Greenock Golf Course, having a cuddle on a rare summers day when some ejit over shot and the ball landed half a metre away in our bushes. Cuntsocks called his mates over to look for his ball and there he espied an extra two seemingly buried up to the hilt in some rabbit burrow. Coughs and splutters they ambled off forgetting their original quest.

bj from a total stranger (female luckily) who after a two hours conversation into our nine hour journey to London, in a Nat Express luxury coach(!), demanded, yes demanded to give me a bj under cover of a rug even though it was nightly. A few slurps later I found myself making strange noises from the back of my throat which seemed to attract the attention of a number of fellow travellers. Coughing only made matters worse as I tended to thrust with each spasm - which was nice - try it.

The best or most public (accidentally) was when my ex and I were driving up the North Island in NZ when we came across this turn off which led to a what can only be described as a two storey mausoleum in the middle of nowhere. (Near Palmerston North, you may know it - Memorial to WW1) We climbed up the stairs at the back and had a picnic in the sun behind this type of balustrade on the 'roof'. After our wine and sammiches we deamed a quickie au natural as the perfect dessert. Taking her from behind while she rested her arms on the balustrade we were soon enjoying the moment, the passion, the view and the giant tour bus pulling into the car park.Ten thousand people waved at us from the windows of the bus, while we, pounding away, waved merrily back. They could only see our shoulders and heads so we felt quite right in carrying on.And on we did finishing the moment with rather large cheesy grins.
(Jimmyinnz was sprung at work on b3ta on, Sun 26 Apr 2009, 8:11, Reply)