Sep 24, 2005
Zoom, Zoom, Zoom
For those of you new to the site, welcome! Freaky Friday is the designated day for sex talk on my blog.
***IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER*** This is sexually explicit material and may not be suitable for younger members of our blogging audience.
What is it about having sex in a car that is soooooooooo damn hot? Is it the vibration from the powerful motor that sends your motor racing? Is it the new car smell that nudges you to be naughty? Does the thought of skin against leather make you melt?
For me it's all those things wrapped up into exciting memories of my youth. Back then steaming up the car windows was commonplace and mainly out of necessity. We would have preferred a bed and some privacy, but 17 year olds don't have that luxury. Of course, it started out as innocent necking (is necking ever "innocent" and what do the kids call it these days...do they even know how to neck? Or do they just go straight to the anal sex?)
Then it went into heavy petting. There was a time when I could become "completely satisfied" from only nipple action...but that got boring so then I let his fingers do the walking, which could also be quite satisfying. But, after awhile...you just want the nice, big, hard stick-shift to get the hell out of your way. So you try the backseat. Ahhh...that's better. Of course, it's a must to be wearing a dress. (Tight jeans are a bitch to get out of gracefully in the best of circumstances, but nearly impossible in a backseat.)
One time my boyfriend and I were parked in a local park. We got a tap on the window from the police. Luckily, it was after the windows were fogged so we had a moment to smooth our clothing, and before we'd headed to the backseat. The officer just shined his flashlight in and told us to move along. He was nice about it. He seemed to understand. I believe it was after that we started having sex in my bed while my parents were at work. Little did I know that would be the end of my love-affair with car love.
So here I am, many, many years later, married to the same guy since the Bicentennial, and still totally turned on by making out in the car. But decorum (and fear of arrest or exposing myself to the PTA President neighbor) halt our front seat necking at the necking stage...to "finish up" inside the house.
And besides, even though we have a bigger car...that backseat looks A LOT smaller than I remember.
Posted by Karyn Lyndon at 9/24/2005 12:31:00 PM