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Drive-In Date
GoodBoy
sydneyh@zip.com.au
I was never a real Jock, you know the muscle-bound athletic type.
I left home and joined the Royal Australian Air Force at fifteen,
where I was introduced in a most unpleasant manner to physical
training and masochistic instructors. After getting over the
initial shock of basic training and getting my body finally honed,
I maintained some interest in keeping myself in shape. Along with
the other 120 in my intake I grew rapidly till I reached six foot
three with a fairly solid build, brown (auburn) hair - definitely
not a pretty boy handsome, although I do think I have that rugged
handsome look a lot of girls find quite attractive.
While I have been around the block quite a few times with
different girls, I never considered myself a casanova. I
considered myself a fairly adept lover (until I met Anne) and
always took the time to ensure my current partner enjoyed herself
as thoroughly as I did, In this I was usually successful.
This story starts when I was eighteen, and based at Amberley - a
large (For Australia) Air base on the outskirts of Ipswich a small
town near Brisbane.
Enough of the background and on with this story.
I Felt Sorry for Anne, not that she wasn't good looking (with that
long blonde hair, pout'y lips and ample figure), but here she was
crying hard and I felt a little responsible. Anne had just broken
up with her boyfriend Ryan whom I had introduced - and hence felt
somewhat guilty.
One night I was visiting another girlfriend that lived close to
Anne's place and found myself with this lovely lady sobbing deeply
onto my chest and hugging me tightly. I was slightly embarrassed
and uncomfortable, as I felt I didn't know her that well, but with
my arms wrapped around her I tried to offer some comfort. I really
was not sure what I should do - what the etiquette, called for in
this sort of situation. To help cheer Anne up I offered to take her
to the movies, and was surprised when she looked up at me with
those large wet eyes and said okay.
As I gazed into those deep blue eyes, I felt protective of her.
The contact broke as Anne went to get ready. Why hadn't I
considered dating Anne before this - I don't know, but I was
looking forward to cuddling her and making her feel better. I know
movies are often a good idea for a first date, I think, because you
aren't forced to fill up every moment with conversation and you
aren't forced to be witty all the time, and you can laugh and have
a good time with the person and get to know them without all those
other pressures. And ..... you can eat popcorn!
We'd sort of planned to see a new romance film I'd heard about.
Anne suggested we go to the drive in instead of into the city and
suggested we take her car, so off we went. I felt a little funny
going out with a girl in her car (instead of mine) and with her
driving, but what the heck! Anne's smile was positively beaming. I
got a bit of a shock when we got to the Drive in and discovered the
romantic comedy we expected was not showing but a dusk to dawn
series of steamy R-rated movies. There were not that many people
there so I paid and went to get drinks and popcorn (of course), we
then parked a little towards the back.
After settling in Anne started crying a little, so I put my arm
around her and kissed her cheek. I was a little red-faced when I
glanced at the screen to see the characters had a love scene, and
what a provocative scene it was.
It seemed real enough, their acting was certainly good, and when
they kissed you could feel the passion vibrating from the taut
silver sheet that was the focus of the few eyes in other cars. The
kissing was torrid, it was wet, it was long. And then he was
undressing her. We watched as one of Hollywood's best director's
choreographed an unveiling worthy of a lost Picasso. His hands
worked on each button, and with eager yet embarrassed eyes I saw
her chest, then the hill of a breast, then a nipple pop into view.
His mouth lowered and he kissed it, gently at first, then with
increasing eagerness and finally with a kiss that brought the ruby
tip of her breast to full attention.
As the camera pulled back I could see that she was groping his
trousers, and I stole a quick sideways glance at my companion. Her
eyes were riveted on the screen; she was probably as uncomfortable
as I was. And possibly as turned on.
My eyes flicked forward, and I noted that the camera had moved
toward the actors, so much so that we could no longer see his
trousers, though the motion of her arm gave clear indication that
she was fondling his hardness.
We heard a zipping sound. It was so loud that it was no doubt
dubbed in, but if either he or she was acting then this was an
Oscar winning performance. The camera panned to a three-quarter
shot and panned left; we saw her from the back. His head was hidden
behind her chest, though we could still see the side of her breast,
the one he wasn't kissing.
Soon the zipping sound returned, and we saw his hands rise to the
waistband of her skirt. It fell to the floor.
Right then I felt eyes on me, and I knew Anne was looking at me. I
flushed a deep red, and was so confused I didn't know what to do. I
stared at the screen. Just as she had minutes earlier.
On the screen the two actors had fallen onto a convenient sofa; he
rested comfortably between her legs, their passionate kiss
continued. You could sense, more than see, that he was positioning
himself to enter her, and as she positioned her legs high she
sighed deeply.
I'm told that the sex scenes in a movie are just that, that it's
not sexual at all for the actors. It was hard to believe. They were
bouncing around with the kind of passion usually reserved for new
lovers, and the camera angles were so creative it was impossible to
conjecture where else his manhood maybe except in her valley.
Suddenly Anne leaned over to me and whispered, 'What do you
think?'
My possible responses included 'I think my pecker is uncomfortable
because it's bent the wrong way in my pants.' or 'I think this is
the hottest fucking scene I've ever seen in an R-rated movie,' or
'Wouldn't I like to have her ride my baloney pony!' A dozen more
flashed through my brain. I sat there like a lump.
Finally I said, 'What do you mean?'
Her fingers began squeezing me, and she pulled at the material of
my trousers to get some slack so her grasp could encircle me. I
lifted my torso off the seat and the thin material scooted from
under my bottom and up the sides, until her fingers met her thumb
as she enveloped me completely.
I tried to move my arm to return the favour but it was trapped
under hers, and I had no choice but to sit there and enjoy myself.
At any rate she seemed to be having a good enough time. The action
on the screen in front of us progressed from merely passionate to
intense to incredibly hot. I watched as the woman pressed herself
against this good looking guy and scraped her breasts back and
forth. Her perky chest was bursting out of her dress.
She lowered one hand to the front of his pants and began unzipping
him. I felt the hand in my lap release its grasp, and it followed
the motion on the screen. Anne found the small metallic tab and
pulled. The zipper performed its mission perfectly, and only
moments later I felt a hand sliding underneath the material into my
boxers and finally touching my hardened rod.
Her grip was gentle yet firm as she twisted my member into a more
comfortable position for her grasp. I didn't complain.
The screen couple were showing enthusiasm rarely seen in such
epics. I simply could not believe this was happening. Drive-ins
never showed movies like this, and this sort of thing did not
happen to me. The tiny speaker vibrated with erotic sounds; I
heard a noise of my own gurgling from my throat as I moaned with
pleasure.
Anne seemed determined not to let the screen action get ahead of
her, and so she manoeuvred my peter out of my fly and into the open
air. She leaned over and began rubbing my hardness against one
cheek, then the other.
She stopped the torture by slowly lowering her mouth over me, and
as she sank inch by inch onto my sex my own eyes left the screen
and gazed in awe at the scene unfolding in my lap. Anne struggled
to keep me in her mouth as she rolled her eyes upward to meet mine.
I stared back. She seemed to enjoy looking at me as my pleasure
increased, and except for the occasional blink, maintained eye
contact throughout. I forgot all about the movie.
Anne's tongue was caressing me even as her lips pounded up and
down along the length of my shaft, I could feel the wetness flowing
from her buds onto my manhood, and knew that if she didn't slow
down I would be adding to the lubrication inside her mouth. My head
was in a bit of a swirl (both of them), I still could not believe
this was happening to me, or that it could feel so fantastic.
I took hold of the sides of her head to try to calm her actions,
but she would have none of it. She knew what she was doing and she
wanted it all. The message was clear, and it was one I was happy to
receive. I leaned forward further and grasped the bottom of her
blouse and gave a tug. The material slipped from her waistband and
I pulled the bottom toward me, revealing her exquisite breasts. My
hands touched the smooth skin of her back, and slowly slipped
around under her arms until I could feel the puffy flesh on the
sides of her breasts.
I pushed down further and grasped her magnificent pair, flicking
my thumb across one of the hardened tips as she continued her
ceaseless efforts on my rod. It was only moments later that I knew
I was on the trail that would end with my eruption of pleasure.
I had a few girls go down on me before, (usually with lots of
coercing and hard to keep promises that I would not explode in
their mouth), but nothing, I mean nothing had ever felt as good as
Anne's velvet tongue. She was an accomplished marvel, I lost all
track of time as Anne's magic lips continued its attack on my
manhood, I gently squeezed her taught breasts and flicked my thumb
around her nipple. I don't know how long we were like that,
minutes, hours, god it felt good.
Moulding her flesh in both hands I bent forward and whispered
"It's time. It's really time." She twisted her head and looked me
in the eye and nodded. She made no effort to release me, and I gave
thanks that she was going to let me cum in her mouth.
The guy parked in the row behind honked loudly.
At that moment my body convulsed, my groin contracted, and I began
to explode. Anne reached up and squeezed my factory through my
trousers, heightening the effect more than I would have thought
possible. A buzz flew through me and I came directly into her
mouth. Her lips were sealed around me tighter than a freshly
steamed jar.
I ejected load after load in a series of ejaculations that caused
my entire body to tense, then release, then repeat. I might have
fainted. Unbelievable!.
Anne wouldn't let go, and kept me in her mouth for a long while
after my last eruption, licking and kissing to her heart's content.
A little dribble escaped from the corner of her mouth; at one point
when she took a breath I could see dew drops like a web in sunshine
along her tongue and teeth. She was smiling and so was I.
Finally she began moving off me, maintaining the circular shape of
her lips as she slid up the pole. I let go of her breasts. She
grinned at me and giggled, I felt pretty good myself.
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Thank you to M1ke Hunt for his permission to borrow part of his works
I know I should have come up with a better ending - some sort of
ending at least. I know I should have been more original in the
middle, but we gotta start somewhere. Appreciate any feedback -
please keep any flaming to a dull roar. My thanks again to M1ke Hunt
for my plagiarism, I wouldna dun it, cept no Tits was a challenge.
What does this mean - I dun know, but it musta been the other me.
Goodboy
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