How do they do that?

[gunhilltrain]

Over a half-century ago, I was home on leave from my first USAF posting in Thule AFB, Greenland. Friends tried to set me up with a few of the available young women they knew. After a couple of terrible group dates to drive-in movies where I sat on the hood of the car while my supposed date made out with someone else in the car, they finally found someone who would go out with me solo.

I didn't have a car, but my aunt loaned me hers. She'd just bought a Jaguar XK E-Type. She'd never married and was more my mom than my mom was. I 'helped' her decide the Jag was a sound choice.

Anyway, I showed up for the date, driving the yellow XKE. Did I mention I was a virgin at the time? She said she wanted to show me where she worked. We went maybe a mile to a business park, where she showed me how she monitored the robots that made computer chips. This was 1972, so this was very impressive.

Back at the Jag, and being the idiotic young dweeb that I was (and still am, for that matter), I opened her door first so she could get in. Even though I was utterly inexperienced in such issues, I knew her lip lock before I opened the door indicated she wanted something more than a ride home.

Sex in the front passenger seat of a Jag XKE 2+2 is almost impossible, but not quite. I broke the air conditioner, and blood from my sandpapered knees showed through my jeans the next day.

When sex is involved, where there's a will, there's a way.

We should have a thread rating vehicles by how usable they are for sex. The XK-E seems like one of the worst, although any sports car would be a "competitor." Ah, what did you mean by "lip lock?"

A problem I've written about is finding a place to park with some privacy. I guess I like to think about challenges, but it seems particularly difficult to find some place in a big city during the daytime. Near the end of this story:

https://classic.literotica.com/s/the-unexpected-girlfriend-ch-04

. . .the young couple parks behind Jay Gould's mausoleum in Woodlawn Cemetery, New York.

https://images.findagrave.com/photos/2019/86/7804567_ffbcbeaf-ecfb-42df-8948-e1593825edaf.jpeg

 

[AG31]

It's becoming clear that assuming the missionary position was a mistake. But I think authors could give a hint that something else was in the offing.

On reflection (sitting on the couch), it comes to me that a great lot of sex in the back seat of a car stories are first time or young love stories, when you'd expect the missionary position to be expected. No? So I do think authors in those stories could think a little harder.

 

[KittyOfSteele]

Reading this thread has me realising I'm very lucky to have always owned sofas big enough to have sex on comfortably without someone needing to learn to levitate or become a contortionist

Ever heard of the Second Circle of Hell? I always thought that wind Dante wrote about would put dicks into certain holes

 

[nice90sguy]

Over a half-century ago, I was home on leave from my first USAF posting in Thule AFB, Greenland. Friends tried to set me up with a few of the available young women they knew. After a couple of terrible group dates to drive-in movies where I sat on the hood of the car while my supposed date made out with someone else in the car, they finally found someone who would go out with me solo.

I didn't have a car, but my aunt loaned me hers. She'd just bought a Jaguar XK E-Type. She'd never married and was more my mom than my mom was. I 'helped' her decide the Jag was a sound choice.

Anyway, I showed up for the date, driving the yellow XKE. Did I mention I was a virgin at the time? She said she wanted to show me where she worked. We went maybe a mile to a business park, where she showed me how she monitored the robots that made computer chips. This was 1972, so this was very impressive.

Back at the Jag, and being the idiotic young dweeb that I was (and still am, for that matter), I opened her door first so she could get in. Even though I was utterly inexperienced in such issues, I knew her lip lock before I opened the door indicated she wanted something more than a ride home.

Sex in the front passenger seat of a Jag XKE 2+2 is almost impossible, but not quite. I broke the air conditioner, and blood from my sandpapered knees showed through my jeans the next day.

When sex is involved, where there's a will, there's a way.

I enjoyed that post more than a lot of stories here.

 

[JGittes]

We should have a thread rating vehicles by how usable they are for sex. The XK-E seems like one of the worst, although any sports car would be a "competitor." Ah, what did you mean by "lip lock?"

.......

A first kiss that even my inexperienced self knew meant much more to come—also, her hand was on my crotch.

I hope it was evident that all this was due to the car. I was merely the human dildo attachment. I can't say it bothered me that much.

 

[M_K_Babalon]

Couch Sex

 

[gunhilltrain]

A first kiss that even my inexperienced self knew meant much more to come—also, her hand was on my crotch.

I hope it was evident that all this was due to the car. I was merely the human dildo attachment. I can't say it bothered me that much.

Being in a Jaguar helps. Hyundai and Kia not so much.

 

[MillieDynamite]

Dwarfs can fuck quite nicely on sofas.

 

[YmaOHyd]

I did quite a lot of googling to find a car that fit the mood I wanted for my first story and also had an interior suitable for the sex act I had in mind.

One of the things I find comes up a lot in reviews of the new Corvette C8, interestingly, is the console panel that includes various switches and buttons; it's so high and separates passenger from driver so fully that car reviewers, including at mainstream publications, have taken to calling it the 'chastity wall.'