When dating, we were necking hot & heavy in the back of a public park. I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar when a group of bird-watchers came back into that remote part of the park. My GF (now my wife of almost 40 years), who'd found that spot with a previous boyfriend, simply led me off to an alternate location, on some rocks in the woods.
She also wanted to try a spot in the woods, near the NY/NJ border. It seemed pretty secluded, so we stripped and went at it on back seat (doors open). Then a string of cars came by on a road we hadn't noticed, not fifty feet behind my bare butt. I was tempted to keep going, but then the mosquitos struck...*
On the kitchen counter in base housing (after we'd been married for a about twelve years). She asked me to put the meat on the counter, so I did.
* speaking of mosquitos, she gave me a BJ at a drive-in movie. As we were sitting there in the summer heat, a mosquito came in the open window and bit me right on the head of my dick. You know those really, really itchy mosquito bites? That's what I had, and it was hell for a couple of days -- couldn't scratch it without someone noticing my hand in my crotch!
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