I Want to Have Sex at the Drive-In Again
It’s the only kind of car sex I’m into
I put on my big white wedding dress, pulled my striped socks up to my knees, laced up my wedding sneakers - and headed over to the drive-in.
But sadly, I wasn’t getting married there.
If I had gotten hitched a few years before, I could’ve made it work.
A retro themed wedding with bridesmaids dressed like pin-up girls. A rockabilly band playing 50s rock n roll late into the evening. Super classy catering from the deep fryer and popcorn machine in the concession stand.
But the drive-in wasn’t looking as good as it used to.
It had been closed for a couple of years. The paint on the massive screen was peeling. Weeds had started taking over the parking lot.
So, I wouldn’t be saying my vows there. But I could at least take some wedding photos in a spot that meant a lot to me.
We drove right in - they didn’t even bother closing the gates after rolling the credits on the last movie. I felt a rush of joy being in that big open field for the first time since I moved out of my hometown.
The concession stand was in rough shape. The windows were boarded up and I didn’t even want to see what was behind those big plywood slabs.
But the screen was still standing strong. It was looking pretty shabby, but it would still make a great backdrop.
I stepped carefully through the tall grass, squealing every time a grasshopper jumped at me. I kept telling myself there was no way one of them could hop into my dress, but I knew that was a lie.
I found my mark, waited for the grasshoppers settle down, and struck every bridal pose I could think of. Then we were out.
That’s my most recent drive-in memory, and I cherish it very fondly.
But not quite as fondly as the time I got laid in that very same lot.
The Best Kind of Public Sex
I have no idea what was playing that night.
A romantic comedy, I think. Starring Julia Roberts, I’m pretty sure.
I can’t remember because it didn’t actually matter. I wasn’t going there to look at her pretty face and wavy curls. I had other plans.
I threw some pillows and blankets in the back of my mom’s car. I made sure there was a full pack of condoms in my purse. And then I drove over to pick up my boyfriend.
As soon as we parked, I started feeling nervous.
The sun was still setting and shining brightly into the windshield. People kept walking past us with buckets of freshly buttered popcorn.
The drive-in normally felt intimate and cozy. But now that I was planning to do a lot more than just watch a movie, it seemed really crowded.
I tried to play it cool for my boyfriend, though. I had a plan and I was sticking to it.
I folded the seats down, laid out the blankets, and arranged the pillows. Not much of a love nest, but it would do.
We made out while the trailers played on the massive screen. When those were done, the sun had finally disappeared and we had fogged up to the windows.
We couldn’t see anything outside the car - which meant nobody could see in.
I wasn’t worried anymore. I was excited. I was about to fuck while surrounded by a hundred strangers, but the doors were locked and there was no way of getting caught. It was the perfect safe thrill.
I wanted a lot more than kisses, so I straddled my boyfriend. I felt his stiff cock pressing into me and I started grinding his bulge.
It felt so good, I could’ve kept it up until the credits rolled - or until he came in his jeans. Except I kept getting carried away and bumping my head against the top of the car.
I had to stop after a few bumps. I giggled out of embarrassment and bashfully told him we had to switch positions.
I took off my pants and watched him unleash his hard cock. I admired its shape and firmness while he took the time to roll a condom down his shaft.
Then he was on top of me, adjusting his position while I enjoyed the way his body pressed into mine.
His cock slid into me effortlessly. I was so wet from the dryhumping that it felt incredible from the very first thrust.
He had fucked me before. He had fucked me in the same exact position. But the rush I felt when I remembered that he was pumping his cock into me in the middle of a public place made it feel completely new.
I held onto his shoulders and peeked at the steam covering the windows. I knew no one could see us, but it still felt like they could. And that was enough to make my heart beat faster.
He came and I softly bit my lip while taking in every detail. His quiet grunting. The subtle way his cock twitched inside me. The last few slow thrusts while he unloaded.
We caught our breath, traced hearts on the foggy windows, and cuddled until we saw the headlights turn on. That’s how we knew the movie was over. It was time for me to put my pants back on, settle into the driver’s seat, and drive away from a place I loved even more than before.
Bang Me at the Drive-In
Fooling around in someone’s front seat was cool when I was living with my parents and it was the only place to get some privacy.
But now that I’m a grown woman with a king sized bed and a sex chair, it really lost its charm.
Sex in a car used to feel like I was sneaking off to do something naughty. Now it would just feel like a compromise.
I don’t want to park somewhere so I can fuck in an uncomfortable position. I don’t want to get fingered at an awkward angle in the passenger seat. I don’t want to bump my head just because the dryhumping’s too good.
So, no more car sex for me. I’m done with it.
There are two exceptions, though.
I’d gladly do all sorts of filthy things in the back of some hot hipster’s cozy little converted van.
And I’d totally get it on at the drive-in.
Except this time I’d bring a proper sex blanket. I’d have more than just condoms in my sex bag. And I’d make sure the movie’s nice and long so I can take my time and really enjoy it.
I don’t know if I’d actually be brave enough to do it. I’d probably worry that people would see the foggy windshield and know there was some hanky panky going on behind it.
I’d like to think that I could, though. And that’s enough to give me a little bit of hope.
Because it’s too late for me to get married at the drive-in. But maybe someday I can pull into one and have a really good time for an hour or two.
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