Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away, we were newlyweds. I was a stupid, horny sailor on emergency leave. She was a horny Bible college student. And so, we found ourselves driving overnight to Miami, Oklahoma, to elope. ‘Nuff said about why we married.
But after the eloping stunt – and my family’s recovery – I found myself driving back to the Pacific Northwest, and ultimately down to San Diego (or Sandy Eggo as we called it in the Navy). May 1977 rolled around, and she was about to graduate from college. So I flew back up to Kansas City International where Mary picked me up. We drove down Highway 13 in our 1975 Dodge Dart (with bench seats), and she sat beside me in her nice knee-length skirt. Now, bench seats are not the most comfortable, but you can have a lot of fun in them!
After we drove out of the city and into the country, our newlywed horniness and forced absence from each other took over. That bench seat then became an integral part of our trip! She stretched out on it, while I steered with my left hand. In that position, she could enjoy the ministrations of my right hand in her pussy and on her clit.
Back then it was almost a four-hour trip, so she had quite a few orgasms during that drive! I got all my opportunities later that night. 🙂
After her parent’s arrival and her graduation, we hitched a U-Haul to that Dart’s bumper. Then, we were off to San Diego for the next four years (and two sons) of our life.
Not the most thrilling, exciting, or erotic. And not the largest penis, tightest vagina, loveliest breasts, or any of that. Just a great memory from long ago.