Confessions: How We Got Caught Having Sex

Staring out the window of Glamour's Times Square headquarters this past summer, I spotted a couple making out in an empty corner office on the fifteenth floor of a building directly across the street. Whatever. I checked my e-mail, looked up and saw that the man was kissing the woman's chest. Passionately. Then I noticed that he wasn't wearing any pants! I gasped-slash-laughed and within a few seconds, several coworkers, then a dozen, then pretty much my entire floor, were crowded around my desk watching the couple have full-on, multiposition, nothing-left-out sex. (Was it weird seeing this with my coworkers? Yes! And yet it was impossible to turn away.) First she was this way, then he was that way, then he flipped his tie over his shoulder. And—wait a minute—did he just check his BlackBerry?! It was porn, only it was real. And then, suddenly, the poor girl opened her eyes and saw us all watching. She looked horrified; they quickly gathered their clothes and fled. But the whole affair started a conversation among my coworkers that kept us from getting any more work done that day: Had any of us been caught like that? I'll spare them the embarrassment, but suffice it to say, it's common, as evidenced by these crazy but true stories from readers like you (OK, like you, only more naked).

"My boyfriend and I were driving home from a restaurant and decided to pull into the parking lot of our old high school.

One thing led to another, and he started to climb over to the passenger side while trying to pull his pants down. Just as we were getting going, a police officer rolled up on us. We tried to cover up, but my boyfriend's pants were tangled on the emergency brake, and he couldn't move! The cop made fun of him, and then let us go with a warning. Thank God!"

• —Catherine,* 27, San Diego*