Sex in the car — 12 real stories for which you are not ashamed
Sometimes passion becomes the worst place for it. But could it get any more interesting? The heroes of these stories decided not to give up physical pleasure, but to have fun in the car.
Contents of the article:
12 stories of “machine sex”
Shame of the year
I met this man when I was in my first year of college. He was so hot. One evening he took me for a ride in his car. As a result, we ended up in the store parking lot. It was empty and dark there.
We loved each other, it was hot in the car. Then a police car stopped next to us, illuminating everything around with its headlights, and we decided to just go down to the point. The man jumped in surprise. Due to his nerves, he couldn”t handle the lightning, and by the time the cop walked up to the car and broke the window, my failed lover”s dick was stuck in the lock with his foreskin bleeding.
The poor guy was very embarrassed. And he was forbidden to go near this store.”
Friendly advice
“Saturn in 1995 is not the best for sex. Bucket seats front and rear. No adjustment levers.”
good friends
The girl I met invited me to California with her friends. They had a gothic fenny wedding. Then we went to the party. As we were driving down Santa Monica Boulevard, she decided to play with me. It was very hot. And also because people could see us when we were stuck in traffic.”
First time
She was my first girlfriend. First of all, do you understand? I was 15 years old. And I was excited, very excited. We drove into the forest and stopped there. They lowered the seat of my 1995 Toyota Camry and tried to have sex too. Now I already understand that I am pretending that I need to do everything as quickly as possible.”
Freaky Friday
I was 17 and my boyfriend was 19. We dated for about a year. We tried to have sex several times, but it was all like this. We weren”t that successful.
So, on Friday evening, we returned home and suddenly realized it was past 10 o”clock—I told my dad I was turning 11, but it was 10. We drove a little into the woods and turned off the headlights. I took off my panties, climbed over the top, and got to work.
We finally succeeded, and we were almost finished, but then a light came on behind us. I jumped off his lap, quickly pulled on my bloody underwear and jeans, and froze in fear when a policeman appeared and shone a flashlight through the car window.
He wanted to see our documents, but then, after a few difficult moments, he reluctantly allowed us to leave. Thoughts of how my father would have reacted if things had turned out differently still haunt me.
Impromptu sex show
My first time having sex in a car happened in a church parking lot. I was 19 years old, at a party with friends, and we were talking about girls I liked. I actually had friends.
The house got hot, so I went outside to cool off. The girl also ended the conversation after me. “I think you met somewhere else,” she said. “Yes, in a dream,” I replied. For completely inexplicable reasons, it worked. She pounced on me, and we started kissing on the hood of my car.
At that moment, others came out to cool off. Some of them approached us. After a while, I felt the urge to perform cunnilingus, so I picked them up, threw them over my hood, and took off their panties.
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Then there were more of them, and I decided it was time for a real show. I leaned over the hood. We had sex for about 25 minutes in the car in front of a dozen people. I was thrilled! I”m not an exhibitionist, but I loved it.”
Disappointment
My ex and I were at her house. Her friends were hanging out there too. At first, we decided that having sex at home would be inconvenient, so we had to resort to the privacy of the car. It was very small, and we couldn”t count on success.
She opened the car, we jumped into the back seat and started trying. She was lying leaning against the seat. With some miraculous movements I was able to remove her clothes and underwear. Then we tried cunnilingus. The thing to remember here is that there is absolutely no room for comfort in the car. I curled up into the fetal position and really tried to do my job, but my knees started hurting and I gave up.
Then the first one tried to convince me to try again. However, this terrible experience deprived me of the slightest desire to experiment. I”ve accepted that I won”t have sex with her until her friends leave the house.”
No more needed, thank you
Then I lived with my mother. She lived an hour away from me. In fact, most of our dates took place in the car because we had nowhere else to meet. What can I say about sex! We could only do this in the car. We had a code word. If we were going to have sex, I”d say, “I”ll go get some ice cream.”
That evening we also told my mom that we wanted to go out for ice cream. My mother lived on a huge piece of land that was completely deserted. Lots of dirt, cacti, trees. All we had to do was drive a few blocks from the house, park and have sex. Usually everything went smoothly, but that evening, halfway through the process, I suddenly realized that a bright light came on behind me.
I panicked and thought there was a car coming towards us. I didn”t see any traffic, but the bright glow, which I didn”t understand, didn”t disappear. Then I hear the sound of a helicopter.
A police helicopter circled above us and illuminated our car. While I start the engine and start the car, the helicopter descends. I turn around and step on the gas. At some point, the police turned off the searchlight and the helicopter took off.
That was the last time I had sex in a car.”
Memories to last a lifetime
I lost my virginity in a car. I was 16, she was 18; It was 1981, in front of a punk club in Hallandale, Florida.
I remember Christina was wearing tight black jeans, shoes and a crimson top. There were no schoolgirls like her. We talked and kissed. My stomach was full of booze. When I carried her to the car, she handed me the pill. I washed it down with warm wine.
“What was that?” I asked. Kualud,” she replied with a mischievous smile. Then, to the sounds of Tainted Love, I finally lost something irrevocable. And I unleashed it on both of us. To my surprise, we dated for several more months until she went to university.
Are we disturbing you?
That guy and I hung out all night and everything was great. We decided to climb the mountain to watch the sunrise. And somehow it turned out that everything turned into sex.
Suddenly, a strange repeating sound was heard. However, the windows were foggy and nothing was visible. He continued. The noise resumed. Eventually we finished and my boyfriend, still naked, rolled down the window to see what was going on.
As we eagerly had sex, we realized that a shooting team had arrived for training. We literally parked at the shooting range.”
Experienced rider
For a long time we only communicated on Facebook, but then we met at a party with mutual friends. A few minutes later we were kissing. Apparently, friendship on social networks is a sufficient basis for quickly getting down to business.
I asked him if he had ever had sex in his car. It turned out not. I took him with me. It was cold. I had scissors and I just cut a hole in his tights. This is not my first sexual rodeo in a car.”
Modesty is a vice
After my first date with a woman I met online, I picked her up in a taxi to take her to Harlem. He then invited himself to join her.
I hoped that she would invite me to her home, but my friend admitted that she did not want to have a stranger in her apartment while her little daughter was there. Justice. So I jumped on her in the back of a taxi. I was allowed to fuck her.
She seemed to enjoy what was happening. She didn”t have time to make love to me, but the next day I messaged her again and asked when I could see her. She replied that she never did this to me yesterday. What she loved and what bothered her.
