Craziest Place you've had sex?

Along with the craziest place you've masturbated, tell us some stories about some of the craziest places you've had sex?

Come on?

On the side of the road?
On the roof of some stranger's car?
Public bathroom?
Grandma's House?
Mom's House? Mom's Bed?
Retail Store Changing Room?

Tell us where, and we'll be sure to tell you some of the places we've had sex too!
When I was an actress, in the theatre wings in full view of some of the cast
 
On a beach, late at night. Was visiting my friend at his family's beach house and hit it off with his sisters' best friend. We snuck off one night in the dark and got at it in the sand. I was 20 (she was 19 or 20) and while I wasn't a virgin I was pretty inexperienced at the time. I'll never forget how wet she was when I fingered her -- I hadn't understood how wet women could get, my sexual experiences before then hadn't quite felt like that. When she came she came so hard I thought she was faking it (as I know now, there were unmistakable physical signs that she wasn't faking). We couldn't fuck (no birth control and sand everywhere) but she gave me my first cum-in-mouth blow job, laying on her back while I straddled her.

The house had an enclosed outdoor shower and when we went to rinse the sand off before going inside she told me she was still horny, so I pressed her against the wall of the shower and went down on her, first time I had ever done that. No way I would have the skill at the time to get her to cum that way, but she had another great orgasm standing up while I fingered her and sucked her tits (which were fantastic).

She later told me that was the first time she had ever sucked a dick. She hadn't exactly meant for me to cum in her mouth when she first took me in, but when she realized her hands were sandy then stroking was out, so may as well finish it with her tongue.
 
It wasn’t some wild nightclub or back alley — just a hotel room. But the situation? That was crazy.

I was at a rooftop bar in Nashville with a big group of friends. He was there too, with his own crew. It was a typical Friday night: drinks flowing, music thumping. We started talking, then flirting, and before long we were looking for somewhere private. The plan was a quick detour to the bar’s bathroom… until we saw it. Crowded. Sticky floors. Deal breaker.

So, in our tipsy brilliance, we bolted across the street to the Hilton. Of course, booking a room on the spot is pricey — the only thing available was a top-floor suite for $600. I told him it would be worth it. We even made up a good story — like that was really needed – our flight was canceled and our luggage was lost.

And it was… for all ten minutes of it. The thing is, it was only 7 PM. So, we agreed to meet back at midnight for round two. Which we did. Then, because the room came with breakfast, we met again in the morning for waffles… and one final encore before checkout.

When you divide $600 by three visits — and toss in breakfast — I’d say we got a pretty good deal.
 
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