Mine was at the beach.
Not a lot to tell about it, other than that I didn't have the faintest idea what I was doing and was consequently pretty lousy. I know her name was Randy (somehow wildly appropriate, that) and she was blonde and short, but past that I have no idea- it was 3am and I couldn't see her face hardly at all. I had just met her around a campfire along the beach.

The two funny things about it:

1) while we were in mid-stroke there was a stereo blasting away from somewhere near and they were playing Pink Floyd "Run Like Hell". The line "cause if they catch you in the back seat trying to pick her locks they're gonna send you back to mother in a cardboard box" still makes me think of that moment.

2) As I mentioned, it was 3am and I was a teenager out on the beach. My parents woke about 1am and decided to go looking for me. They found me about the time I was returning home. To this day they don't really know what I was doing out there that late. Not sure I want to tell them, even now. But my mom has told that story to everyone from my current girlfriend to my kids. Maybe if I told her she would shut up about it.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 4 Mar 2005, 3:21, Reply)