Don't worry. I have no desire to be caught in a glass elevator or a cable car. I have high standards of privacy. What I mean is not "sex in public" but "sex in a public place".
According to the Playboy Advisor, the elevator to the top of the Gateway Arch in St Louis has a maximum occupancy of five - and during the off season it's common for it to make the trip with one passenger, or *ahem* two.
It's a five minute uninterrupted trip to the top.
I can't decide if five minutes is long enough.
Allyson Hannigan (Willow on Buffy) once confessed that she and her boyfriend had had sex at a theme park in the cross-park overhead gondola. However, she said it wasn't great sex, just "because we can" sex. I find I'm not all that interested in "because we can" sex. I want to make it good and make it last, and that's incompatible with making it in an elevator. (I feel compelled to get completely naked to fully enjoy myself - and that's not going to happen on a ferris wheel.)
My favorite episode of The Simpsons (which I still haven't seen in its entirety) is one in which Homer and Marge feel a need to spice up their sex lives. Nothing happens for them at a getaway weekend at a bed-and-breakfast - but they have passionate sex in a barn after seeking shelter from a sudden rainstorm. They utilize a number of unlikely places before they're forced to flee, naked, from a miniature golf course. They end up crash-landing a hot-air balloon on the fifty-yard line during a football game - televised, of course.
Possibly we were luckier than we deserved when we were dating. The fact that we never got caught has given me high expectations of privacy. I would never consider the kind of venue that other, more adventurous couples would accept, because the risk of discovery is too high, and the consequences are flatly unacceptable. (That's the kind of thing they call DEFACS about these days.)
But I'm not immune to the appeal of risk, either. And I don't think you are either. At least, you weren't. I recall one occasion when we were dating, where we made love on the downstairs steps inside your house while your mother was upstairs, probably sleeping (but possibly not, and if so how soundly, and what about the rest of your family?). That was your idea, as I recall. (And I was almost as afraid of your mother as I was aroused.)
And your objections to the dirt road near the water tower were never fear of discovery, but cold and chiggers.
Unfortunately, one thing that does not appear to be findable on the web is a directory of such, er, fuckable places. And I'm basically a coward. Some things should probably remain fantasies.
But there are numerous suggestions here and there.
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Out in the woods somewhere.
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On the playground equipment of a playground, late at night. (You might tend to think about having some degree of clothing on. Instead, take it all off! Better yet, take it all off at least a hundred feet from the playground.)
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Parking structure (top level).
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In a freeway median or intersection area.
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In your office where you work.
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On a hiking trail (yes, on the trail!).
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On the beach, or the dunes.
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Dangling from mountain climbing ropes. No, don't take your harnesses off!
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Somewhere near a railroad track during the passage of a train.
(Hm. We live across the street from a park with a playground... With a police precinct on the corner. Oh, well.)
I have to admit that when I think of sex, I think of (and expect) full nudity. If one expands the definition of sex to include mutual masturbation, it eliminates the need for removing clothing (or, at least, removing all of it) and adds to the possibilities. Rest stops. Picnic areas. Some restaurants.
We should go to movies more often. :)
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