The car would steam up, and on with a condom and we would fuck. I’d spent a good couple of months doing this before we finally ‘went all the way.’ By this point, she would go from quiet and prudish to turned on and impatient. This put me in a perfect position to get her jeans off and her top hoisted up, and sometimes her bra off or at least undone, and spend time licking her pussy. Nicky would shuffle back onto the shelf, and I would kneel on her seat.
I kept a big soft blanket folded and covering the whole rear of the car to make it comfortable. It was narrow and to the rear virtually no headroom, under the glass rear hatch.
My car did not have a proper back seat, but if the front seats were slid fully forward and then leaned back it made a long undulating space running onto the rear shelf. Late at night, a few cars would be dotted through the area. During the day it was a popular picnic spot.
We got into the habit of driving out to a secluded place a little out of town once or sometimes twice a week in the late evening. My cock is thick, only about six inches long, but the same circumference around the head. When she finally agreed to go ‘all the way’ it took a couple of evenings until we managed it comfortably. She was younger than me and a virgin when we met. She lived in a posher area, a pretty, quite slim, well-spoken blonde, who held out for anything more than heavy petting for over six months. The car opened up a whole new world of girls, and pretty soon I had a steady girlfriend, Nicky. I realised most girls did not like bikes and especially did not like crash helmets. My parents were pleased to see me off of motorcycles. Back in the early 1980s, I was lucky to earn enough to buy my first car, a GT6, with just two seats and a huge deep parcel shelf (look it up, they used to be cheap).
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