See my blog for more stories One night we found a quiet parking lot on the submarine base and climbed into the back seat, pushing the front seats all the way forward. We were in my brand new Mustang GT convertible, a place where we had sex regularly because we had nowhere else to go. Our lack of opportunities was probably part of the reason we were constantly obsessed with having sex. She sat on the back seat and I wedged down on the floor between her legs. We held each other and kissed passionately, our tongues intertwining and our hands wandering. I loved kissing her, I could kiss her for hours, my hand on her neck or tracing down her cheek and neck and lower, her breath sweet in my face. Our bodies pressed as close together as possible to feel each other's heat. She pulled slightly away and caught her breath, "You know how bad I want you right now, don't you?" she said, looking into my eyes. "I do know, " I replied, "but I love hearing it anyway.

" She ran her hand down my chest and placed it over the bulge in my pants.

"I need you inside me, making love to me while we kiss.

Please put yourself inside me......

now....please." My pulse beat faster and my face flushed.

I was always so turned on by this girl and constantly wanted her, wanted to touch her and feel her soft body.

Her asking me so sweetly to do what we both already knew I was going to do was for some reason very touching it made me want to be very gentle and slow and tender with her.

I gently removed her shirt and bra, kissing her the whole time, then ran my hands over her arms, shoulders, and chest until I reached her breasts. I cupped them gently, massaging the sides and top with my fingers.

Her lovely breasts were very sensitive and she moaned slightly through our kiss. I teased and stroked her very erect nipples and she gasped.

We had to break for a moment to struggle out of our clothes, restricted in our movements but totally uncaring about our surroundings. We quickly rejoined our naked bodies together and our arms went instinctively around each other. I began to kiss her again, slowly but urgently, my tongue being forceful against hers.

My erection was pressed against her belly and she moved her hips to press her lips against me--I was surprised to be able to tell without my fingers that they were extremely wet and warm. "Please, " was all she said this time, pausing our kiss only enough for the one word. I was incapable of denying her, so I moved back and down and angled my hips forward. My length found its way to the line between her lips.

I very slowly and gently pressed forward and moved into her until my hips were fully up against her. We held this position, arms around each other, kissing slowly and hotly, for quite a while. The feelings of tenderness and closeness were amazing. I knew I was in big trouble. After some time, I began to move very slowly and very shallowly in and out of her.

Eventually we broke the kiss and just looked into each other's eyes as I moved. I placed my hands back on her breasts and gently massaged them, stimulating her nipples between my thumb and forefingers. She lay back against the seat and just watched me. I leaned back a bit and continued moving shallowly inside her.

It suddenly occurred to me how wet she was--I was feeling almost no friction at all, just a very warm and wet sensation that was quite pleasant. The height of her body aligned us perfectly so that the head of my length was tilting up and stroking along her g-spot. At the time, at the ripe age of twenty, I was completely ignorant of the existence or utility of such a thing.

She was lying mostly still but tilting her hips up and down slightly to raise and lower herself against my length. The effect this was having on her was amazing she was breathing very quickly and shallowly, her breasts heaving and her eyes closed.

She seemed completely lost in the sensations inside her body. I could feel hot fluids from her running down my balls and my thighs.

I watched as the tensions built up in her and then rolled through her in breaking waves, her body shaking and thrashing a bit. She had wave after wave of the most gentle and quiet orgasmic peaks and I was able to see each one. I was too amazed at what was happening to count or to note the passage of time. She finally opened her eyes and looked at me, "I'm too weak to keep this up, please come inside me now." I regained my sense of the here and now and being stroking fully into her, as deeply as possible. She was so wet and aroused that I was able to plunge madly into her for longer than ever before. She began new waves of orgasms, only this time they were much sharper and more distinguished, her cries making each one obvious. That's what finally pushed me over the edge, exploding inside her and continuing to thrust over and over, spending myself inside her. I leaned forward to lay on her and take her in my arms. She had to catch her breath and rest for a while before she was able to kiss me, but then kiss me she did--so sweetly and lovingly. Eventually we recovered ourselves and became aware of our surroundings. My legs were numb. I looked at the clock radio in the dashboard and was completely shocked to see that two and a half hours had passed since we climbed into the back seat.

I refused to believe it and turned on the radio to try to catch someone saying the current time. We discussed this in detail the next day and finally agreed that it had indeed been that long.

On my next daytime trip out to the car I happened to open the back door and glance down. Something caught my eye. I realized suddenly that what I was looking at was a large stain covering the entire floor made by the juices from my lover from the night before. I owned that car for eight years and never shampooed that stain out, wanting a physical reminder of such an incredible night.