I was about 14, and brought a date to a carnival.

Of course I was eating up a storm of corn dogs, cotton candy and any other junk food I could hold on to.

Then she has a great idea to go on the roller coaster.  I'd never been one one, but what the hell, it looks like fun.

A few minutes later I'm staggering off the coaster and my stomach decided that it had enough of the junk in it and a really blew my cookies all over the place.

She wasn't too freaked out about it however and we continued to date for a while at least.

I was ready to die of embarrassment.

I haven't been on a coaster since, either.

This was my sophomore year in college, so I was still 19.  There's no delicate way to say this, we spent the entire school year fucking like rabbits on crack, and the thought of being celibate over the summer was more than either of us could bear.

On her last night in town, we went out to dinner, but all either one of us could think about is having sex.  But since her school ended later than mine, I was already back living at home for the summer, and we have absolutely no place to go.  And I was way too broke to go to a motel for a couple hours- I barely had enough for dinner and gasoline as it was.  Since I'd borrowed my Dad's '67 Cougar, that wasn't an option because it had no room in the front or the back.

So, naturally, I decided to go to the Metropolitan Park, even though it was closed.  We found a grassy field a short walk from the parking lot and were out of our clothes in seconds.  It didn't take more than a minute before we were screwing our brains out because she was already soaking wet.  I was so horny I even ignored the dozen mosquito that were biting my exposed ass- that's how badly I wanted this girl.

I don't think we had more than 4 or 5 minutes to ourselves before we see the headlights of a car approaching on the road to the main parking lot.  We stopped for a second, but the headlights disappeared so we went back to screwing madly.

Then all of a sudden, a huge bright spot light turns on and is directed right on my white ass and my GF with her legs pointing straight up to the stars.  We think it's just some asshole with his high beams on having some fun, so we don't immediately stop what we're doing- that's how horny we are.

Then comes the loudspeaker on full volume.  "This is the police.  The park is closed.  Whatever you're doing out there, stop it and put your clothes back on!"  Then, just to make sure we did as ordered, the cops held the spotlight on me and my GF the entire time as we got dressed.  She tried to hide behind me, but they still got an eyeful, particularly of her spectacular breasts since she was trying to cover her pussy.

As pissed-off as we were, we still laughed about it all the way home.  We tried finding another place to park, but by that time the mood had been ruined and the mosquito bites on my ass were really starting to swell up.  LOL.

No not now, I am talking about way back when you were young and you drove that rust bucket you called your car.  

I was 17 or 18 and met this little Italian girl at a football game. She was from the other school.  We hung out and seemed to be getting along so I asked her to go out on the next evening.  She said yes and we planned on me picking her up at 6 to go for a dinner (at a diner) and then to a sock hop where we could dance the Twist, Funky Chicken, and the Monkey.  (If you don’t know what I am talking about your too young for me lol)  

Anyhow I show up at 6 and her mother answers the door.  Of course the young lady was not ready.  So her mom invited me to sit in the living room to wait.  The living room was attached to the dining room where her father, a man with arms the size of my legs sat cleaning a shotgun.  He invited me to sit at the table with him, that I did, full of apprehension.  

Then started the 100 questions. Where do you live? Who are your parents? What does your father do for a living?  You know a full interrogation.  And remember it’s like 1968 and  I am a long hair hippy type and this man is a blue color worker that can bench press a Volkwagon.  Then he got to the last question.  "What time will you have my baby girl home?"  I said 12 and he slammed the open shotgun closed.  “What time?” he asked again looking concerned with my answer.  I said in a quivering voice “what time do you suggest sir?” He felt that 11pm would be more to his liking.  I said ‘Yes Sir”. At that point the young lady shows up and daddy kisses her and gives her what we use to refer to as “Mad Money”.  Then warns me to ‘take care of her’.

We left and I told her about my experience with her father and she said he is all talk don’t worry about it. Worry???  Me???  I had her home at 10:45 even with her protests.  I kept seeing that shotgun in my mind and it got bigger and bigger.  

It’s funny now after I had 2 daughters that dated, but not so funny back then.  

My date picks me up in Dad's convertible. Set the speakers up and went to get our snacks. Once we hop in the back seat of the car and start to cozy up our clothes come off. Well not all of them but most. Remember those white little peasant dresses ? Well that's what I had on. Were making out not paying attention to the noise from the speakers. My panties are now down on the floor some where, my white dress half off while his zipper and belt are undone and shirt unbuttoned. All of a sudden the monsoon from hell broke loose and with everything scattered  around we jumped out to put the top up. My dress was so wet it clung and you could see right through it. My panties were soaked and finally found on the floor. His pants and belt seemed easy to undo in the backseat but getting them back up needed more room so he stood up. Almost everyone else had left long before we even got the top up  but with high beams aimed right at us a crowd of other kids poked fun at us and honked their horns. Finally we went to get the keys and couldn't find them. We were the last car on the lot and the manager came looking at us drowned rats and laughed. He said " did you kids lose something I need to close up". Dumbfounded my date said he lost the keys. The guy laughed and said "you didn't lose them, you left them at the snack bar. By the way I called out early on for whoever left the keys behind to come get them and it looks like rain so maybe anyone with a convertible top down should put it up." That was our last car date for the year.

Kisses Haley

this is really bad but here go's I was 16   with my first long term boyfriend  we wanted to try sex  but had no condoms or anywhere to go in our small town  so we found a large refrigerator box  behind the lumber store  and carried it into the woods  got inside and  had brought plastic wrap and rubber bands to secure  his penis  he was too big and with all that wrapping paper it would not fit  ...I just remember all those leaves  getting  mixed into the mess and finally just giving up ....... things you will do when your young and horny

My mom lent me her '69 Cougar to take a girl friend to the beach one very hot late August day.

Late in the afternoon we decided to leave, but once in the car, a case of horniness came over us and we wanted to make out.  A lot of people had already left the beach, so I drove around to the most deserted part of the lot and left the car running so we could make use of the AC to keep us cool enough.

Of course there was nothing more cramped than a Cougar, this model didn't even have reclining seats, so we did the best we could, but it was mostly a lot of groping and fingering.  This must have gone on for over an hour and I was hoping my gal could get me off somehow, but before it did, the car "got off" by having the radiator cap explode on us.  Apparently Cougars didn't have the best cooling systems back then.

That spoiled the mood and I shut off the car and lifted the hood and we had to wait over an hour or more for the cap to cool off so I could put it back on.

I then tried to start the car, but it just gave a few grunts and died.  Apparently the alternator couldn't keep up with the battery being drained by the AC and fan on full blast.

By now it was pitch dark out, and we were over a mile to any kind of civilization, but we hiked until we found a phone and called AAA for a jump and some coolant.

We felt kind of miserable about it at the time, but laughed about it years later.

was when I was living in florida, about an hr outside orlando, and I had been invited to disney world by a local DJ, I was all excited and didnt eat breakfast, and ended up passing out in front of the enchanted tiki birds.
I got to see a whole different side of the park that I didnt know existed, so it was interesting,
later on, lost my v card to the dj, lol

my then wife and i went on a date that involved a fund raising event held at a university library. we had been interested in the guest speaker from reading him but his delivery was a crashing bore. my wife started holding my hand on her side and lightly stroking my palm in a way that suggested in politest possible terms that she wanted sex, wanted it NOW, and delay was not an option.

so we got up and exited the hall, found an unlocked carrel. we used my coat to cover the carrel window and hers (a fur) as a mattress and took care of providing our own entertainment. my wife really enjoyed the sensation of fur on skin during sex on a snowy day. also she was a bit of a screamer but no one came to investigate. i think we were far enough from the boredom no one noticed. maybe they were asleep.

I had broken up with my HS girlfriend after 2 years of making like rabbits...   I asked another girl out.   We went to a movie & got a snack before going parking.  She had on a soft cashmere sweater, V neck but not low at all.  We had just begun kissing & I reached around behind her & (I swear!!) teasingly tweeked her bra closure.  SonOfABeech, it came undone.  The action stopped.  She was upset but not totally freaking.  She obiviously did not believe it was an accident.  Tweeking it was on purpose...  the unfastening was accidental.  It took a while to convince her to let me make it right.  She scooped the sweater around her breasts & turned her back so I could refasten it.  I asked which hook & she said it didn't matter.  
Party over, I took her home...  

She never would go out with me again.  
THE END!

I took a buddies sister out...  
I was a beach bum in those long lost days with a mini-pickup & a cap...  surf board, wet suit, mattress in the back if I needed a place to crash...  What more does a guy need?  
So we grabbed a bite & a movie...  went parking.  Buddies sister, I was not expecting much.  Before long the front became cramped with the stick shift in the way.  I asked if she wanted to move into the back & she did!  WOW!
So we get into my sleeping bag, & we're on sides face to face kissing, body warmth & all.  I'm beginning to think I might just get lucky!  So I'm getting aroused & she starts to freak!   Everything stops.  Can't get very far apart in a zipped up sleeping bag.  Since my condition is the source of her discomfort, I turn my back to her so she can straighten herself out & slide out of the sleeping bag.  Then I get straightened out, slide out & take her home.
It was quite a while later, the buddy said something about "trying to rape his sister".   I was stunned!  I decided not to try to explain how we both ended up in my sleeping bag.  

I took my HS GF of 2 years to the prom...  big hotel in a major city.  She was stunning in a floor length gown, hair up.  We had dinner & danced the night away.  On the way home we went parking.  She climbed over the seat into the back of my Dodge Charger, she took her dress off, hair came down.  I joined her...  we were getting pretty experienced at back seat sex...  lazy doggy that night.  
Reverse the process, getting dressed...  she was taking forever, finally she got back in front & I had to zip her up.   As long as I had that car, I'd occasionally find bobby pins in the back seat.

I was working in a seasonal campground by the lake.  I was on my way to do a repair, toolbox in hand, came around the corner of a pickup & plowed right into a lady, customer's wife.  We end up on the ground in a tangled heap of arms & legs.  My tools fared much better than her clean laundry.   We were both stung, smarting...  and embassed...  She kissed me full on the lips.  I was more confused...  She insisted that I MUST see her after work...  I didn't know why?  To complain of injuries?  Give me the laundry bill.  I didn't dare not show up.  
I went.  She showed up in barely there nighty.  We found a secluded dock & sat & talked...  one thing led to another.  We made love on that dock under the stars.   This accidental collision started a torrid affair...  steady for 2 years & several more before I could totally break it off.    

We recently reconnected & neither of us planned the events of that night.  When we reconnected, I said: "I was crazy in love."   She said: "so was I."

described as a spinner now.  Went to a movie (The Graduate) and go back to her place.  We are making out like dogs in heat, I remove her blouse, her dress, and then her bra.  I go to remove her panties and she exclaimes, "What kind of girl do you think I am?"  Mr. Happy lost his excitement and the date ended quickly. We never went out again.

So I'm 18 and I've had a couple of girlfriends, but haven't gotten very far with either one.  A girl in the neighborhood and I have gone out a couple of times and had two quickies.  So one May night we go to Stone Mountain.  Back then you can park and walk up on the back of the mountain and be very secluded.  I'm thinking that we'll have all the time we need.  I forget to bring a blanket, but we find a nice spot covered in moss.  We get naked and lay our clothes on the moss and get busy.  Had a great time and took her home after midnight.  The next morning I wake up with chigger bites all over, but especially in my crotch.  I call her up.... and well we never went out again.

The drive in movie places where a pretty regular date place, followed by a trip to Steak and Shake drive in to be served by the girls on roller skates.  Remember well the subtle moves my girlfriends had to steer my wandering hands away from the sought after spots.  One girlfriend wore a girdle (do they still make those things?) the first couple of dates, always wondered if that was mom and dads idea, or hers, those couldn't be defeated for sure.  Since they shut down years ago, I've always wondered what kids do today on dates.

I still had the Fire Engine red Dodge Charger but now I had a dorm room.  I was on & off with this one gal...  it was snowing a blizzard & the roads were horrible.   Before the roads got bad, we'd planned to get together, with the snow coming down hard I called her, got her to the dorm phone & explained I would only come get her if she was going to stay over.  
The normal 20 minute drive to get her took an hour.  You'll all remember the polyglass tires of 1970 were not even the all season of today.  I did have 2 empty dynamite crates in the trunk with trash bags of sand which helped the traction, made normal winter driving possible.   Then another hour back to my school, just as we turn in, she announces she wants to go home.  (Mind you we'd been screwing for months.)   I was always a gentleman & said if she didn't want sex, we didn't have to.  (I remember thinking if she's got her period or something we could deal with that locally.) Nope, she wanted to go "home" (her dorm).   Driving back into the city was patently unsafe, we'd made it to our destination & she wanted out.  Mind you I was 19 & everything I owned was tied up in that car...  & here I was putting it at risk again for her.   I took her home.  At one point I had to go around a block & was stopped on a side street by the light on Mass Ave.  With the brakes on, the car stayed put.  In park, it slid backwards down the hill...  a new experience for me...   fortunately no one was behind me...  I backed down & found another road.  
I got her as far as Mass Ave & for the first time, I had her get out & walk the last half block (rather than me going around another one way block).  We were done.  I told her were done.  I never called her after that.  

A short time later, I took up with another girl who happened to be in the same dorm.  I guess the two of them had words about her "stealing her BF."  I correctly stated that it was over before I started with #2...  and if #1 had a problem with it to call me.  She never did.  

 

The way my luck goes seems way more typical.  I had a part-time business in grad school (I won't get specific) with a buddy.  We were doing work in a very affluent neighborhood outside of Boston, and knocked on the door of this beautiful house on the Charles River.

A mid-40's woman came to the door, and despite being more than 20 years older than me, I found her very attractive since she had that sort of well-kept sexiness that only money can buy.  Anyway, it was early afternoon but I could tell she'd already been hitting the booze, especially since she was flirting her ass off with me.  I'm usually not too good at picking up the signs when a woman is flirting, but these were unmistakeable since she was touching me and being way beyond friendly.  She also told me she was getting divorced and was just renting this house (more like a mansion) until it was finalized.

My partner was married and was definitely holding me back, so I decide to call on this woman a couple days later without him.  I don't know what changed, but when she opened the door the second time, she just turned into the shrew bitch from hell.  She chewed me out, was cursing at me, told me to get the hell off her property etc.

I never knew why, but I never felt so dumb in my life.  Of course, maybe this was why her husband was divorcing her.  LOL.  I went from what I thought was a sure thing with a cougar, to almost having the cops called on me in the space of about 48 hours.  LIttle did I know that she would just be the first of many crazy encounters I'd have in my dating life.

A year earlier, than the Senior Prom, same city location.  I didn't have a car yet.  Double Date with a buddy & his GF.  My same HS GF & we were already screwing like rabbits...  we were in the backseat.  On the ride home, my buddy who was driving kept swerving & other annoying things.  Seemed his GF had noticed that my GF (who had a very adult dress with very low cut neckline) had leaned over so my arm that was around her shoulders...  the hand went down her top.  I was having a good time playing with her tits...  knowing that nothing more was happening with an audience...  meanwhile the audience was concerned about what they might witness (according to my buddy later).  

Seemed her mother had made the dress then they discovered the GF had no bra cut low enough to wear with it & they had to go shopping.  My GFs dress the following year was not low cut at all...  hardly a problem with a zipper!  
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