Virtually everyone knows the thrill of fooling around in the backseat of a car. As teenagers and young adults, privacy comes at a premium. When one is still living with one’s parents, one must improvise. Typically this improvisation comes in the form of driving to a secluded area – one of the parking lots at the junior college I attended had a spot that worked great when I was nineteen – and moving to the backseat. I’ll wager that many of us enjoyed some of our first sexual exploration with another person in this very manner.

It’s much easier when we’re older and leave the proverbial nest. We may live in apartments, or own our own homes. Thus, such illicit activity becomes unnecessary as we enjoy the benefits of privacy. But for some of us, Jill and I included, having sex in the back seat of a car remains a huge turn-on. The reasons for this are many, and paramount amongst them are the thrill of being naked (and vulnerable) in a semi-public setting and the risk that comes with the possibility of discovery; the notion of varying the routine by doing something unusual (and for us, having sex in a car when we have the option of having sex on a much more comfortable bed is unusual); and the nostalgia that comes with remembering our earlier sexual exploits in the backseat of a car (i.e. with other people).

When we first started dating, Jill lived in a condominium with an underground garage. We had been going out for a short while – perhaps two or three months – when we found ourselves returning home from a party thrown by some friends. We were both a little tipsy as Jill pulled into her parking space, and I know I wasn’t the only one with sex on the brain. She was wearing a black skirt that showed off a generous portion of her thigh, and a top that accentuated her breasts. Needless to say I had been thinking of taking these articles off of her all night.

As she parked the car, I unbuckled my seat belt and moved to open the car door. “Wait,” she said, and unbuckled her own seat belt. Before I knew it, she was unbuckling my other belt as well, and I barely had time to process what was happening before she had taken me into her mouth. I was instantly erect. I felt the familiar sensation of her hot lips sliding up and down my length, her tongue lapping at me with intense strokes, and in the dim light of the garage I watched her head bobbing up and down.

Jill didn’t let me get too hot. Clearly she had other plans beyond giving me a blowjob. She got out of the car, led me to the back seat, and lay down. I stood outside the open door, my pants still open, as she raised her back off the seat. She gathered up her skirt, showing off a pair of diaphanous black panties. Spreading her legs, she placed her right foot atop the seat near the car’s rear window, and her left she hooked around the front-passenger seat. I wasted no time in stripping her of her panties and dropped them on the floor of the backseat.

Closing the car door behind me, I knelt down on the seat and began to touch her thighs. Following my hands with my mouth, I kissed from her heels up to her knees.

“What are you doing?” she asked. “Get inside me!”

“I want to taste you,” I said, and ignored her protests. With my back bent into a very unnatural position, I leaned close and began to go down on her. She was very wet, her body perfumed with the scent of her desire. She tasted sweet as well, and I slipped two fingers inside her to augment the work my mouth was doing. Lapping at the source of her moisture, I began to thrust my tongue into her, her hips rising up to meet each lick. The sound of her breathing goaded me forward and she had her first orgasm quickly. It was a small one, however, and she wanted more.

“Why don’t you sit down?” she suggested. I did as I was told, and she yanked my pants down, leaving them bunched up at my ankles. Then she straddled me, her legs holding me down as my cock found its way inside her. She gasped. “You’re so deep,” she said breathlessly, and began to ride me, her hands firmly grasping my shoulders. We kissed briefly, but passionately, and I felt her legs tightening around my own as our bodies undulated together. I moved my mouth to her neck, sucking gently, and then started to unbutton her blouse. The bra she wore underneath matched the panties I had earlier discarded, and I pulled the cups aside, setting loose her breasts. As I sucked one of her quickly-stiffening nipples, her hands moved to the back of my head, pulling my mouth onto her and forcing me to draw more of her breast inside.

“I’m coming,” she said. It was barely a whisper. I held her ass in my hands as she bounced rapidly on top of me, her forcefulness pushing me to the brink of my own climax. Her moans turned me on even more than I already was, and she stifled herself by burying her face in my neck and shoulder. As she surfed the wave that was her orgasm, I could feel her interior stimulating me until I, too, was coming.

As I filled her, she threw her head back and moaned long and loud, no longer caring who heard. Once my orgasm had passed, she rose off of me and leaned over the front seat in search of some tissue or a napkin with which to clean us off. Moments later we were spotless save for sweat, completely dressed (with the exception of Jill’s panties, which remained forgotten in the backseat), and riding the elevator up to Jill’s condo.

-Jack