The mile-high club, and other stories
I've never had sex in an airplane bathroom.
Now, I was traveling this weekend and ended up next to a pretty cute guy on the plane.
We were chatting, having a good conversation. And I started to think about how the talk would end, if we were in a movie. You know - in the tiny stall at the back of the plane, with a lot of contortions going on and, likely, lots of disruption to other passengers (hey, it's not like those bathroom doors provide much of a buffer).
I'm not really disappointed that "mile-high" doesn't appear on the list of exciting or odd places I've done the deed. I've got other stories - with locales ranging from the beach (when someone walked right by in the middle, unfortunately); to, of course, the car of almost anyone I dated in college; to public spaces like the library or an office building, after hours.
Magazine articles have been written about people who get into public sex. There are social networking groups devoted to the topic. And there are plenty of Web sites that will give you tips about where to go, what to do and how to keep from being caught.
So what do you think? Where do you stand on sex in public places? And where are some of the most public or unusual places you've gotten it on?
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I just think about how being caught in those compromising situations makes for a hilarious time.
Unless it's a cop that walks up on you.
Hiking, though not as public, has always been popular. A friend of mine hiked the AT with his then-ex girlfriend.
"Whenever we found a nice rock or spot," he said, "we stopped for a little break."
You gotta worry about bugs, though.
Posted on October 15, 2007 10:03 AM
Probably the farthest "out there" I've gone is in a cemetery, but that was actually because it was a relatively deserted spot. Thanks to the bugs, never again, though!
Posted on October 15, 2007 12:05 PM
Hey Lucy -
Bugs are bad. Poison ivy, though, is worse. I have a friend who popped off into the bushes at a college party for a little public/private time with a guy. Needless to say, it was a bad move. She spent most of the following week covered in itchy red spots and rubbing cream all over herself.
I, being unsympathetic and cruel, just laughed.
Posted on October 15, 2007 12:43 PM
I've also been attacked by bugs while hooking up. I got a million bug bites all over my legs on the beach one time. The guy I was with got them all over his butt. I can't decide whether he had it worse or I did. We both itched, but everybody could see mine, and a lot of people guessed exactly how I got them.
But my all-time favorite outdoors/public romance story is from a skinny-dipping soiree. When my beau put on his pants to go to the car, I skipped up the beach, teasing him for getting dressed when there was nobody around to see. Then the cop turned on the spotlight.
Come to think of it, that's the last time I got any action in a public place like that.
But the all-time worst is the driver's seat of a Ford Mustang. It's a sexy car, sure. But if I ever get that particular urge again, I'll take the lumpy ground or the hot hood over the cramped, bruising interior. Actually, in my boring old age, I'll probably just wait to get home.
Posted on October 15, 2007 3:09 PM