I'm sixty-years old and the thought of sitting in a parked car in a secluded area and necking with a woman seems a little silly -- especially if the woman is my wife. We're going to get worked up and cars are not the most comfortable places for sex. So why not just go home and get it on? My wife keeps insisting it will be romantic and will make the sex seem forbidden and more fun. So far I have refused.
Last weekend my wife Joan and I went out to dinner with Dot and Bill, a couple we have known for a long time. Since we live in a rural area it is not uncommon to drive twenty miles or so to find a decent place to eat. We went to a little Italian place in a nearby town, ate some really good pasta and veal and consumed several glasses of red wine. We were all in a good mood as we headed home when Joan brought up the idea of parking again.
"You can't be serious," I said.
"I am," she replied. "It will just be like a double date in high school. We'll neck and talk and pretend it's 1966."
"I think it's a dumb idea, Joan," Bill said. "I'd feel a little silly since the youngest of us is 58. Besides, with the wine Dot had tonight, I think I can talk her into more than just kissing."
Everyone laughed and then Dot said, "I think it will be fun. We don't have to do it for long. If we get worked up, then we go to our respective homes and take care of business."
The discussion went on for several miles and finally I said, "OK, I'm sick of listening to this. Joan has been on my case for a couple of years to do this. Bill, let's find an old oil well site or logging road and get it over with. I think the girls will get bored with it soon enough and then we can say we did it."
Bill agreed and turned down a road that led to an abandoned oil well. The road was about a quarter of a mile long and the well site itself was a large gravel area. Bill turned his big Cadillac around facing back toward the main highway in case we needed to leave quickly. The area was safe so we weren't worried about any kind of violence. A possibility existed, however, of a group of teenagers coming down the same road for the same reason we were there. We might be preparing to act like teenagers, but we damn sure didn't want to be around any.
At first we were all a little nervous and the idea was quickly appearing as silly as I had anticipated. Finally, Joan slid over next to me in the back seat and snuggled. Dot did the same with Bill in the front and eventually we kissed. There was a fair amount of smooching and occasionally a little conversation about the great weather and the full moon. After a while the conversation died and the kissing got more serious.
Kissing is the one thing guaranteed to give me an erection. It is more effective than lingerie, nudity, porn or anything else. That being the case, I had a raging hard on and began to let my hand wander down Joan's chest to her right breast. She pushed my hand away and said, "Just from the neck up." Apparently Bill had tried the same thing with Dot and she said, "Yeah, guys, we came here to make out. Don't get fresh."
In another ten minutes, I couldn't stand it and reached down for Joan's breast again. This time she just moaned. Encouraged, I reached under her blouse and massaged her 44 DD breast through her bra and slid my other hand down to her ass where I began to rub. Joan was really getting into it and I was so engrossed in what we were doing that I was somewhat startled when Dot said, "Whoa. I think we all need to cool off a little." I looked up and noticed the windows in the car were all fogged over. The last thing I wanted to do was "cool off," but I also didn't think it was wise to go much further with our best friends in the front seat.
"I've got to tinkle," Joan said. "Come on, Dot. Grab some tissues out of the glove box and let's step over to that clump of trees."
Dot took the tissues out of the glove box and said, "Don't go anywhere, boys. We'll be back."
Bill and I just sat there for a minute and then he said, "I can't take much more of this. We need to figure out how to get them home."
