Where is the most naughty place that you’ve had sex? We have a few. I don’t have an overwhelming fantasy to do it in a public place, but sometimes we just could not help ourselves. On one occasion when I was in grad school, Jack and I were working on my little red sports coupe in the communal garage below his apartment. I could not afford to have the repair done for me, so I got to know that troublesome car really well.

Jack came up behind me as I was bent over the engine, attempting to reach for the top bolt on the starter motor. Without a word he reached around and undid my jeans. He expertly slid the jeans and my panties to my knees. Without hesitation, I was pressing back against him. I don’t know if I dropped the tool or not. Those days, there was so much heat between us that if he was near me, I was constantly juicy and ready. I probably had my ass in the air moving seductively as I worked without even thinking. I have also been told that my ass is one of my best attributes.

He quickly undid his own jeans and thrust inside of me. At some point, while I was there with my eyes closed, moaning and getting rigorously boned from behind, someone walked into the garage. We heard the door at the other end. It was far enough away, from the other side of the car, that they would have had to stop to look to see what we were doing, but after a few moments I am sure the sounds of sex were unmistakable. I can be quiet, but it was so hot and horny, I am not sure that I tried to be quiet just then. Jack thinks they watched for a while, but he was too distracted to look. I never opened my eyes. The college marching band could have worked past us and I think I would have asked “did you hear music?” We continued unabated until we both came violently. We dressed and fixed the car, stopping occasionally to grope, grind against each other and kiss (I can hardly keep from lowering myself on to his lap when he is working under a car).