Sex in a car. More times than I can count. But my most memorable times were with my ex, long before we married. This one time in particular.
Before we married, my first husband was my crush. We lived about a mile apart but hung in the same crowds. At 16 / 17 I was struck. As we grew up and by the time we were both in our 20s, we never seemed to get it together. He had a girlfriend when I was single, I had a boyfriend when he was single. No matter what or when, we always felt some attraction towards each other.
At some point, before the phrase "friends with benefits" came into vogue, we managed to "hook up". The first time I believe we got a hotel room. I was mesmerized.
Subsequently, after nightclubing with girlfriends, he and I would find each other. Or rather I would search for him in one or two local 2am hangout areas. Make my girlfriends drive around town till we found him. It wasn't difficult.
There were several secluded areas in town, remember no cameras. Loading dock of a warehouse, etc.
But my most memorable was a beautiful balmy night. The moon was full. He had a 1970s Chevy ss convertible. We pulled into the town's graveyard. Top down. What a blissful slice of time. After the sex, we half sat, half layed in the back, smoking a cigarette. How unexceptional behavior, but true.
It was a magical night.