This is a tale from a couple of years ago. I met up with K one afternoon in Southport for lunch, when I was working up in the north west. Needless to say, we ended up horny as hell, with nowhere to go on a very cold, blowy and wet day in November.
What do you do? Well, the car is the obvious answer, so we got into her estate and drove down to the nature reserve at Formby Point. It was the perfect choice. The only person we found there was a rather glum, cold and wet NT employee, and he waved us through the gate to the empty carpark without any interest. He must have thought we were hardy souls, come to see the red squirrels in our raincoats!
In a secluded corner of the empty carpark we were able to strip totally naked inside the car, and enjoy a wonderful hour of love-making in the restricted space of her back seat and, just after that, the area behind it.
Privacy was ensured not merely by the lack of people, the rain and the howling wind, but also by the windows which were covered with rain drops on the outside and steamed up on the inside. They were totally opaque, and so we could cavort nakedly without risk of being seen.
How did we do the deed? The space restriction kept us to a few simple positions mostly based around the missionary, but K was able (and happy) to ride me to completion, and there was a handy bin nearby to dispose of the evidence of our lunchtime coitus.
I've had fun on the backseat a few times, but this is one of my horniest memories of car sex: has anyone got a similar story to share, I wonder? x
