I recently read a post and the replies about having sex in a shop changing room and I remembered my early days with my first love, we were young, both living at home with little chance at alone time in either house. So we would meet up in the town weekends, there was a new shopping mall, I would scout out quiet spots and we would make out. Just mutual masturbation, the snatched blow job but not full sex. Move on several months and we are in the town and had found a lift, it was warm, dry and we seemed to be the only people who used it. We got braver. I ate her out, she swallowed my cum, and over a couple of visits we got confident enough to bend her over and fuck. No birth control, just the rhythm method so not every weekend. One week we're making out in our lift, my cock buried in her and the lift springs to life, the door made that clunky as they start to open she stands and leans against me, my hands go from her top, pulling it down to her hips covering her in a second. I wrap my arms around her and nuzzled her neck. Well this family were getting whatever! So we rode the lift to the ground floor my cock still in her as she pressed me against the lift wall giving me little wiggles to keep my cock interested. The family get out another couple get in and smile at us go to their floor and leave. The lift must have wreaked of sex . I don't remember how we finished and not long after that I rented a room in a friend's house and we didn't need that lift anymore. Happy days, that was the 80s, the lift is still there, busier now, and I always smile when I pass it.