My first fiancee once crawled under the table on the premise of dropping a napkin at a fancy restuarant and went down on me. The tablecloths went almost to the floor, although I think the couple at the next table noticed.
At a strip club, in one of the back rooms, while the stripper was giving her a lapdance while she sat on my lap.
In the mayor's office of a smallish town, on his desk. She worked in the building as the City Planner.
Numerous times in public areas. A dark corner was pretty much all she required.
She was kind of a wild one.
