Watching At the Drive-In

There are still a few of them around the country, but most disappeared a long time ago. They were one of the symbols of the new, upscale, mobile lifestyle that seemed to sweep the country after WW II. We were in love with our cars. They were bigger, quieter, and flashier than ever. Interstate highways were popping up everywhere, allowing Americans to ride their shiny new machines farther than they had ever gone before. Suburbs became possible because we no longer had to ride public transportation or walk to work. Motel chains, Kampgrounds, drive-in restaurants, and a plethora of other businesses were created to take advantage of our love affair with the automobile. None of them were more iconic than the drive-in movie theater.

Families, nervous kids on their first dates, and veteran neckers alike all found their spots at the drive-in back in the day. These were theaters that showed first-run movies, normally as double features. And they had all the amenities: concession stands, playgrounds for the kids, and picnic tables to let you enjoy a feast as you ogled Hollywood's best. Eventually, people got tired of the lousy sound that came through that metal speaker, temperamental weather conditions, and screaming kids in the back seat. Bit by bit, the quality of the movies fell off, and soon there weren't enough couples left looking for a cheap place to park to support most drive-ins. So, as the 70's wore on, most of them faded away.

Like traditional theaters, a few of them were sold to those who found that they could still turn an easy profit showing porn. One such theater was just outside Spartanburg, South Carolina. I spent a few summers in the 70's as a young man in the sweltering sauna of the Palmetto State. My grandparents lived there, squeezing the last few dollars of profit out of a family farm. I worked during the day and then worked hard trying to figure out how to stay out of their "parlor" on weeknights, and out of their church on the weekend. At some point, I stumbled over the drive-in. It took half the summer before I worked up the nerve to pull in. Fortunately, they weren't overly diligent in checking IDs. As long as I had some pictures of Lincoln and Washington, they were more than happy to let me enjoy the show.

I generally tried to park away from other cars. I wasn't particularly eager for others to know what I would be doing before I left for the night. I figured I wouldn't be the only guy in the place jerking off, but I didn't want to share the experience. Usually, in those early visits, you would find me parked somewhere along the back row, just in front of the security of the high wooden fence and down toward the end somewhere.

One night another car backed in just to my left. One space was left between me and my new neighbor. Like always, I paid no attention to the new vehicle and assumed that he was paying no attention to me. At least for a while. At some point, I realized that it was not another single guy jacking off over there. It was a couple. I mention again that this was the 70's. It was a rare woman that wandered into the dark world of porn back then, so I was rather surprised to see her. Or at least see her silhouette. That's about all I could make out in the darkness.

At some point, I heard a car door close and looked up to see him heading for the projection building. If you're old enough, you'll remember that that's where the restrooms were. And the concession stand. She stayed, alone, in the vehicle. 30 seconds later, my attention was drawn to the car again by the dome light that she had turned on. I looked her way and saw her smiling at me. At first, all I saw was her head in the window. Then she slowly began to raise herself up, revealing the fact that she was topless. She enjoyed the tease, working slowly upward, then back down, only revealing a full glimpse of her tits after a couple of minutes of anticipation. At one point, she actually gestured toward me. Frankly, I was terrified. I was far too young to understand exactly how to take advantage of the situation. (I still think of her every time I get that nod that approves my approach in a theater, or the crooked finger, or the seat tap by a willing lady looking in my direction. These days, I never hesitate!)

I looked away from her, hoping that she would think that somehow I didn't see her. Or that I didn't understand her intention. I actually thought about starting the car and driving away - either to another spot or out of the theater altogether. As I contemplated my options, her husband returned. I figured that the show was over, but I was wrong. He walked directly to her side of the car. She opened the window and reached for his cock. I watched as she stroked him. Completely for my benefit. Eventually, he turned to face her, allowing her to suck his dick.

I didn't see them at first, but a couple of guys had slowly made their way toward the couple's car. They kept a little distance, standing a few feet in front of the vehicle. Bit by bit, they edged closer, until they, too, were standing at the window. My dick was rock hard and my heart was pounding through my chest. I could only imagine the sight of this slightly older wife, giving head while others stood and watched her. Without much thought, I found myself opening my door and walking toward their car. I leaned against the rear fender, getting a nice view of a willing woman sucking her man, and then the strangers.

I was startled when her door opened and she stood up. She was tiny. Maybe 5 feet tall. Her breasts were not large, but her nipples were impressive. Even in the semidarkness I could see them sticking up tall and proud. She turned her back to the men, climbing back into the vehicle (anybody remember bench front seats?), on her knees with her tight ass at the door. Times being what they were, the first volunteer didn't bother to use a condom. Hubby just asked that he not cum inside of her. He obliged, leaving his load on her ass, as did 3 other lucky men. I was content to watch. Right up to the moment that my young cock decided that it had seen enough, and rewarded me with a powerful orgasm.

I drove back to the farm in a post-orgasmic fog, not quite believing what I had just seen, but convinced that my weekend visits to the drive-in would no longer be just about watching a movie. After all, if one woman was willing to do that in public, surely there would be others.

I was not wrong.