Ahem, Are you sitting comfortably?
Then I'll begin...

I was about 20 or so, and had had the hots for this bloke Darryl for some time. We'd known each other for years, and enjoyed each others' company, but for some reason, just never got around to taking it further.

One night, Darryl suggested we go to the drive in, a now extinct rite of passage for all Aussies, to ostenstibly see some crappy B grade movie, but actually taking the opportunity of being in a warm car at night in the dark with someone you want to get to know a bit better.... unsurprisingly, I sparked up and started to look forward to what would most likely end up as 'THE BIG NIGHT' for us.

I arrive and find out the drive in affair is to be a double-bill: Darryl's brother and his girlfriend are coming along too. While they got busy in the back seat, Darryl and I couldn't quite bring ourselves to do the same, so contented ourselves with some hands-on exploration. Finally the movie finished, and we all pretended we'd enjoyed the film, while re-adjusting our clothing etc for the drive home.

On arrival at Darryl's parents place, Darryl's brother and his girlfriend made themselves scarce and Darryl and I were left alone at last. It was late, and I was disappointed both mentally and physically, that neither of us had had the chance to get any action. But fate smiled on us, and when Darryl walked me back to my car, a 1974 Volvo 144GL, he noticed its comfy and huge leather bucket seats.

Within seconds, we were both in the car and Darryl had pulled me over from the driver's side onto his lap and proceeded to rekindle my interest in his physical person. Very nice it was too, so, emboldened, I hitched up my black velvet dress, and straddled him, making sure I was keeping his interest as well.

Time passed as it does, when you are totally preoccupied with the 'first time' with someone, and we were oblivious to the outside world as we pressed our bodies together as far as they would go, and in as many satisfying directions as possible for foreplay.

The windows were quite steamed up by then, and we were getting to the part of the proceedings where part A was to be inserted into slot B. This required a little bit of skill, as the Volvo was not a roomy vehicle, and there was a bit of fumbling as Darryl's trousers were undone for the final act.

I was literally poised above his manhood, about to blissfully conjoin our eager bodies, when there was a loud tap on the window right next to our heads. A disgruntled man's voice almost shouted "I don't care what you are doing in there, but TURN YOUR BLOODY MOTOR OFF!"

Neither of us had even noticed since arriving at Darryl's place that I had only put the car in park, and not turned off the ignition. It turned out we'd been parked there for over an hour, at something like 1am, with this agricultural sounding Volvo belching and farting in a quiet suburban street.

Not surprisingly, Part A decided it needed a bit of a lie-down, and Part B ended up going home unsatisfied that night.

Follow up: A couple of days later, we decided to try again, but this time, Darryl came to my place. I had just moved on to the most satisfying part of the massage when my flatmate took this opportune moment to fall off the painters scaffolding outside and hurt his back. His cries of agony put a kybosh on both our libidos. Thwarted again!!! At this point, we both kind of gave up, deciding there must be a reason for all the interruptions. We're still great friends though. Just one of my nagging regrets in life, that I didn't get nearly as much action as I should have. Oh well.
( Shazzoir Old enough to know better young enough not to care, Fri 24 Apr 2009, 12:11, Reply)