Outdoor sex, drive in movies, and memories of college

It took 10 years, but I finally got to have sex on my college rugby field.

All the better because it was the end of quite an evening of adventure including drive in movies, car sex, getting happily and thoroughly lost, Rachel’s beautiful tits, and sex under the stars.

Note- this started as a quick post about a hot night. It turned into an epic post involving smut, introspection, tangents, more smut and a long winding narrative. Enjoy, but for those just looking for a hot story, be warned 

Now back to our blogpost, already in progress. Rachel and I hadn’t had a proper date in some time. We’d been having lots of wonderful time together, snuggling and playing computer games and watching movies and having delicious sex, but along with being geeks and perverts of the highest order we both have a silly romantic side (as does Emma, I’m doubly blessed in this part of my life) and as we hadn’t gotten to enjoy that recently, this was the night to remedy it. She’s spending the summer in the town where I went to college, and had discovered that there was a real honest to goodness drive in movie theater in the area. Neither of us had ever been to a drive in, and we decided that sounded cheesy and wonderful and perfect. So I picked up a couple of sandwiches for dinner, and hoped on the train to meet her. She picked me up at the station, I spent a few minutes gawking at how much things had changed since last I was in town, and away we went.

Now, we’re hopeless romantics, but we’re also perverts of the highest order, and so it hadn’t failed to occur to either of us that we’d be in a dark car, in the middle of a dark field for a few hours, with other people nearby but paying attention elsewhere and not really able to see what was happening in our car. So Rachel had been sure to wear a skirt and have condoms available- you know, in case there were dull parts.

A brief comment on the movie itself- it was the Indiana Jones and it was fun, if a bit silly. Russians aren’t nearly as satisfying bad guys as Nazis. But you’re not reading this for my thoughts on movies, so let me get back to the smut.

We’d had a passionate, lean against the car, wrap my fingers in her hair and pull her to me, kind of kiss in the parking lot of the train station and our hands hadn’t stopped exploring each other since. We often have to go two or three weeks without seeing each other, and it’s never fun, but it means when we finally do see each other, it’s this wonderful energy of re-discovering each other, where cuddling and hugging and grabbing each other tight becomes wandering hands and molesting and groping and then cuddling again. Think of silly junior high love birds who can’t stop cooing at each other, but are also having crazy amounts of sex and you get the picture.

On the drive to the theater we mostly just talked and got caught up and I got to hear more about the amazing research she is doing this summer (Rachel is brilliant, btw, she’s going to Stockholm one day for an award, you heard it here first.). All the while as we talked my hand was on her thigh or in her hair, or tracing her neck. Every red light she’d lean over for a kiss and my hand would slip up her thigh and brush her already soaked panties.

We had some time to kill and stopped a few places, but each time our attention was more on the few moments in each other's arms we could grab. One almost empty parking lot saw her pressed up against the car, kissing each other furiously, my hand between her thighs cupping her in my hand, knowing any passing motorist could tell we weren't just hugging. In another, she climbed behind the wheel but before starting up the car noticed the bulge in my jeans and placing her hand on it asked me plaintivly if she could please; please feel me in her mouth? Not one to deny a pretty girl anything when she asks so nicely, I spent the next few minutes groaning softly as I stroked her hair and face and gently pushed my hips upward to meet her tongue and lips as my eyes scanned for passers-by.

Eventually we got to the drive in, and it was every bit as awesome as I'd hoped. Apparently the spirit of indulgence we were both feeling extended beyond the sexual because a trip to the concession stand sent us back with two sodas, popcorn, nachos and a pretzel, not to mention the sandwiches I'd brought with me. Something about the drive in just inspired that kind of over the top, why the hell not, kind of feeling- not to mention that the whole food order cost less then a single popcorn and drink at your average movie theater these days.

As mentioned, the movie was fun but not terribly engrossing- rather perfect for our mood. Sitting in a dark car, in a row of other dark cars, watching a movie of epic chases and dashing heroes and other only barely hidden sexual themes, I couldn't help but think about what a ritual of youth and lust drive ins are; couldn't help wonder how many others before us had come to drive ins fully intending to give the movie only scant attention, or had better intentions diverted by the combination of a less then engrossing movie and an eager and inviting partner.

The geek in me could go on for a while analyzing this but we have more smut to get to. Enjoying the naughtiness factor, and knowing Rachel squirms so deliciously when she is made to choose between sexual thrills and the possibility of being caught, I took off her shirt and bra and spent most of the first half of the movie with the soundtrack of her moaning and whimpering from my touch adding to the movie. We cuddle and watch movies enough that I've leaned how to tease her just enough to have her enjoying it thoroughly without actually taking away from her ability to follow the plot. This continued for a while, with her hand again finding my cock and stroking me through my jeans, our lips drawn to the others neck or ear during a slow moment.

At one point my hand brushed her panties, and the dampness I felt and the way she reacted (not to mention the movie being at a slow point) told me it was time to turn the dial up a few notches. I debated just pushing her panties aside, but an Indiana Jones movie doesn't seem the time for delicate touches, so I grabbed the wet fabric in my hands and just ripped. There was that beautiful sound of tearing fabric and then all I could her was her panting as my two fingers slid into her pussy. Rachel knows I'll always replace any underwear I destroy and the sharp intake of breath and the way her hips pushed forward against me told me she thought they'd been sacrificed in a good cause. Then my pants were open and her mouth was on me, and after a few more moments I was reaching for a condom.

Car sex is always an interesting question of geometry and physics. More so in small car like mine, doubly so when I'm in the front seat and we'd rather not have the whole world aware of what's going on. But, where there's a will… We leaned my seat back, lifted her skirt above her hips, slipped the condom on me and while I held her hips, she lowered herself onto me. Facing away from me, she pressed her hands against the glass, and I held her tight by the hips and thrust my cock into her again and again. I ran my fingers up her back and along her neck, and watched the windshield fog over from the heat we were generating- the perfect metaphor as the movie fell further and further from our awareness.

Eventually I slipped her off me, and we settled back to our seats to keep watching the movie. I knew the night was far from over, and it WAS an Indiana Jones movie and we didn't want to miss the big finish. So we settled back to watching, but our hands still idly wondering and exploring, keeping this wonderful level of sexual tension present between us.

Eventually the movie ended and we decided to head home so we could properly pounce each other. Only problem- we'd both gotten used to driving with a GPS, which her car didn't have, and neither of us was sure which way to go. Since I'd gone to college near there I had a vague idea of how to get back to the highway, but so much has changed and I was quickly disoriented. We found one street that looked familiar and then another and I felt confident I was on the right path back home- till I realized it looked familiar because I had taken us back to my college campus itself!

At this point, we were far beyond any attempt to get home in time, and had pretty much embraced the absurdity of the situation. We were driving slowly around the campus, both letting me try and figure out the best way back to the highway and enjoying some nostalgia as I recognized favorite haunts and wondered where the hell other new additions came from when I realized that one more turn would take us to the rugby field.

A bit of background- as though this doesn’t have enough tangents already- the two major changes I went through in college involved rugby and sex. Growing up, I was the fat slow kid who loved throwing a ball around with my friends but my only involvement with organized sports was debating the manager’s choices from last night’s Met game or playing a computer game. Why in the world I wound up deciding on a lark to go out for the team, I couldn’t tell you- all I know is I wound up sticking with it for four amazing years, and it fundamentally changed me. I wound up lettering in rugby, and starting on a team that won our division consistently. I gained an appreciation of hanging out with other guys in a way I never had, I gained a comfort with my own body and with getting sweaty and dirty and with treasuring my athleticism. I learned to be part of a team, to work together with others, and let them push me further when my endurance was near an end. More then anything, it was on the rugby field that I learned the power of my own will and the things I could do when I set my mind to something. On a team that welcomed queer members, in a setting that valued masculinity without crossing into misogyny, it was on that rugby field that I learned to be a man.

At the same time, college was where I discovered my sexuality. Not as much that I discovered poly, discovered kink- but that I realized there were names for those things that I wasn’t the one weird guy who was into them. College is where I learned that kink, multiple relationships, poly, being an ethical slut, bdsm and D/s- that those things were not just not unhealthy, but could be healing. College is also where I learned about my own attractiveness, and how to attract others.

Yet for whatever reason, those two parts of my life never really came together. My life in college was pretty compartmentalized, and if we wanted outdoor sex there were so many other places on campus that were easier to get to, as the rugby field wasn’t on campus itself, but was down the road a bit- which was also why we could drive there now.

Keeping with the spirit of the night, I didn’t have a plan, I wasn’t thinking, oh lets go to the rugby field and fuck. I just realized where we were, and had this sudden urge to show Rachel the field. So we drove down this long winding road into the woods, until we came to the field and it was just as I’d remembered it. A beautiful clearing in the woods, with one side cleared out for the road that led to it, but trees surrounding on every other side, so with your back to the road it felt like you were in your own little world. It was the middle of the night, but a full moon and bright enough that we could see the outlines of the field, the uprights standing at each end like sentries, watching over everything.

I got out of the car and just looked out over the field for a few moments. Breathed the air, felt the breeze, and had a whole rush of memories. At first I started narrating the experience to Rachel, trying to tell her about the field and pointing out different things, but I quickly realized I didn’t need to. It’s one of the reasons I love her so- there is so much she and I share but sometimes she is so good at just being present as I experience something powerful, something that she doesn’t fully get, but doesn’t need to. She can just be present with me, holding me and sharing the moment.

There was a long moment of just taking it all in, and then I knew what I wanted, what I needed. To take Rachel, right there at the rugby field, under that beautiful night sky. The grass was soaking wet from a storm earlier that day, so I kissed her hard and leaned her against the car. The engine had been off long enough that the hood wasn’t hot, just pleasantly warm, and she practically purred as I pulled off her skirt (her top had never made it back on) and laid her against the hood, kissing her lips, her neck, her breasts.

My hand slipped between her thighs and she was soaked ( a theme of the evening) and my fingers slipped into her so easily. My mouth was all over her breasts, flicking my tongue and teeth against her nipples, as my fingers curled inside her, finding her g-spot, and feeling her moan and squirm under me. Like Emma, Rachel is so wonderfully responsive, especially to my fingers. Sometimes I tease her, but now I was just pumping my fingers into her again and again, feeling her g-spot with the tips of my curved finger, her naked body splayed against the car looking so wanton, so lush with the grass and trees in the background.

We’ve been playing for over a year, and by now I know her body, know her reactions, and I know when we’re at the point that fingers aren’t enough. She was pushing her hips against my hand, and looking at me in that pleading way and I knew it was almost time to get a condom. Almost. Because I wanted one other thing first.

I kissed her hard and wrapped my hand in her hair and pulled, hard enough to arch her neck and hear her breath out softly, in that way she does when she feels the pull and wants only to fully give in to whatever I desire of her. My lips went to her ear and I whispered just two words, “suck me.”

In a flash she was off the car, and on her knees in the grass, pawing at the front of my jeans. I was quickly freed, and without a word she took me deep in her mouth. When girls ask how to give better head, I rarely know what to tell them, because while there are a few ways in which talent is important, it is always trumped by enthusiasm. Rachel is skilled to be sure, but what makes her blowjobs so amazing is the pure LOVE she has for it. She took my cock in her mouth and started bobbing hungrily on it, licking me, savoring me, as though in that moment nothing else in the world mattered. Leaning against the car, looking out over that beautiful field that held so many memories, leaning back to look up at a starry night, feeling her mouth sucking hungrily on my cock, slowly fucking her mouth with my hips pushing myself deeper into her- I felt like a God.

I could easily have finished in her mouth, but that wasn’t what I wanted. Taking her hair in my hands I pulled her onto me one last time, feeling my cock slip all the way into her mouth and throat, feeling her lips kiss against my base and enjoying that one moment of having her so utterly wrapped around me before I slowly pulled her off and then brought her up to her feet. We kissed again and then I pushed her back against the car.

I slipped on a condom, positioned myself between her thighs and started to thrust into her. She was still so wet, so slick, I could feel her against my thighs as I slammed into her. I told her to look up at the stars, as I leaned over her, kissing her neck, biting her lightly, thrusting into her, taking her.

It was almost ten years since I’d last set foot on that rugby field. But thrusting into Rachel, hearing her cries, and mine, creating one more beautiful memory on that space that was holy ground to me so many years before- it was perfect.