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.
8 comments:
The backseats sure do look smaller. I'll bet they even feel smaller - as we aren't as nimble as we were then. Also seat belts in the rear were optional, most cars didn't have them. Those things would probably poke you with every movement. Is that the seatbelt? Or are you glad to see me?
Less nimble bodies wasn't exactly what I was referring to...larger bodies was more my point. And so true about the seatbelts...lol
Ahh...the good ol' days. Actually BF and I used to do a lot of that in the front seat. More room for some odd reason...guess you had to be there, lol.
Backseats don't just 'look' smaller, they *are* smaller... and we're (well me anyway) a bit bigger!
You can relive those 'old days'... in the garage... with the lights out you can't tell you're not on some back road somewhere...
I too had, on a few occassions, that friendly 'tap..tap...tap' from a local cop and the 'move along' line.
Interestingly though it never kept us from going back again!
Thanks for making me nostalgic... and giving me a reason to move the whole truck project outside!!
The back seat always seemed awkward for some reason - the front passenger seat (reclined) was the best.
I know it loses some of the excitement, but that idea of parking in the garage works. Just make sure you don't keep the engine running. ;) BTW, what ever happened to the good ole drive in movie theater? Talk about a hot spot!
Your daughter sent me this blog and told me to read the Freaky Friday post...she liked my response so much she told me to post it here:
insightful...very insightful...but realizing its ur mom is creepy
I'm sorry...I will add a line to the disclaimer: May creep-out daughter's boyfriends.
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