Oooh. So many years of sex, so many choices. OK, about 36 years ago, when my wife and I were just engaged, we drove up into Rainier Nat'l Park for the day (she lived just outside of Tacoma). It's sunny day in early summer and all the meadows are a riot of color with lupine and other wild flowers. A little way past Paradise Lodge, we pull into one of those "scenic vista" waysides which looked down onto a little stream and out across the alpine terrain. We grab a blanket, climb down the bank, across the stream, and hike up this hillside of solid wildflowers (some almost as tall as our knees.) We spread out the blanket, strip, and start fucking like a couple of mad minks. I estimate that we were about 150 yards from the parking area and, other than the flowers, there was nothing between us and it. (We didn't even bother picking a spot behind some trees, although we easily could have.) During the hour or more that we were out there, a couple hundred cars either pulled in and out of the wayside, or at least drove by. Anyone over there with a pair of binoculars, or even just fairly sharp vision, had a totally uninterrupted view of us going at it. I kept expecting to feel a tap on the shoulder, roll over, and find a couple park rangers with handcuffs. (Oooooh, kinky!) Anyway, the only thing that happened was that my wife and I had a really good time and got a little bit of a tan.
3yrs ago at the Glastonbury festival. Out in the open, in the field while waiting for an act to start. I had far too much to drink and didn't care that a creepy bunch of guys were filming the whole thing on their phones. I don't remember it being a great turn at the time, but when I think back I find the thought of what I did a big turn on