I got caught from an airplane.
I was 14, gold mining out in ultimate bumfuck western Alaska. On the tundra. Not a tree for miles, but sorta hilly country, you can't see very far before the hills get in the way. My dad's running a D-6 Cat about a mile away, way out of sight and I can hear when he shuts down the engine, which he hasn't. There are literally no other people within about forty miles of us, and no way for them to get there without landing an airplane on an airstrip about five miles away.
I'm supposed to be shoveling gravel into a sluicebox. Boring ass backbreaking work. From time to time, my mind would wander to sex -- or my fevered imaginings about sex, anyway. You know what comes next. There's NO private place to go, but then again, there's nobody to see anything, either.
So I'm standing there facing the creek yanking it in plain view of -- well, nobody -- when I notice this funny sound. I can't quite figure out what it is, because even from a mile away the engine noise from dad's Cat is pretty loud. But it seems to be getting louder....
Then BAM --- there's a Cessna 206 flying past about a hundred feet away, passing in front of me, right to left, at about twenty feet of altitude. My dad's employer and owner of the mining claims can be clearly seen through the plexiglass window of the pilot's door, staring at me, his mouth open in shock as I stand there clutching my dick.
Apparently he was looking over his claims by gliding, engine almost at idle, down the creekbed. His plane was entirely concealed from view by the terrain until he was right on top of me.
Fortunately he never mentioned it. He was a pretty straight-laced dude, I think he was almost as embarrassed as I was.