LOVERS LANE #3
 

LOVERS LANE #3
------Sometimes I went to work at the grocery store west of the school at 4PM, other times 4:30PM. School was out at 3:30PM. Dollie lived east of town a mile or so, making her house maybe three miles from the high school near down town. On many of those days I had an hour I’d take Dollie home and we’d park in her dad’s drive way to kissy poo. Dad came home from work earlier a few times, honked, cussed, and got all upset because I was parked in his spot. He hated me and my car. Dollie’s dad told her little brothers to throw rocks at it if I parked there again. So I’d park in the road in front of the house. Her brothers and the neighbor kids would stare and tease us so I just dropped Dollie off and left.
--- Then we discovered lovers lanes. Lovers lane #2 was too far out of the way and lovers lane #1 only gave us time for a quickie. So we’d take a quickie in the park or shopping center parking lot on the way to Dollie‘s house. But this was not a good idea and we needed longer than five minutes. As far as I know no one watched us at the park or the store lots. But we occasionally saw guys wandering around nearby.
----I need to do some more splainin. The high school was near down town. I worked in a grocery store about six blocks even father west of the school. Dollie lived east over three miles from school and usually took the bus. But we needed to fuck so I’d use those one hour before work times to sneak in a quickie before taking Dollie home. Yes I already explained this. From the school to the city limits was about two miles where the two lane state highway made a hard right turn. After about 1 ½ miles the highway turned back left to head out of town east again. Dollie lived around 1 to 1½ miles past that left turn.
---Okay let’s back up to that first hard right on the two lane state highway. There was a narrow blacktop that went straight ahead at the bend. On that road, maybe a city block farther, was a slight hump and a diagonal RR track headed across the fields. All I’d ever taken that county road for before was to enjoy the Dukes of Hazard type hills in several places on the otherwise straight and flat road ten miles to the same little town the state highway farther over went. I know, the Dukes was not invented yet. But if you’ve ever dropped over a hill at a high speed you will remember how your tummy reacted like on a roller coaster. Every now and then we just had to do that! And later we would discover how much fun fucking was in the back seat as someone drove fast over those hills!
----It was while taking Dollie home one evening and needing that roller coaster thrill I discovered our own lovers lane about a mile or so down that county road. This lane was a little under two miles long. Straight as an arrow and flat as a board. The south end was at the state highway not more than a few car lengths from the turn off to Dollie’s subdivision.
This gravel road was as wide as those blacktopped county roads. The gravel did two things for us on all of those roads. We had a visual warning of dust when the weather was dry and we could hear tires on gravel all the way to both ends. Also that RR track crossed over about a city block before the highway. There was a small hump or hill on each side of the RR track. When dark the headlights of a car shining upward was an additional warning. When the fields were full of corn or other things lights from the north end seemed to glow and alert us. Add to this when a train was coming from the west we heard the whistle and soon saw and heard the train crossing the lovers lane. It gave us extra time for love making at times.
---This was mostly flat farm land with separate fences and gates along the lane to the fields. We soon found out that the land was owned and farmed by several different related farmers. Each entrance drive to the fields had the gate set in from the fence rows. The farmer could pull up to his gate with his plow, disc, etc. off the lane.
The few other kids who parked along this lane would back up to a gate, leaving maybe two car lengths between their bumper and the lane. Not private but the few farm tractor and pick up truck drivers just waved and passed on by. There were no houses along this lane but several farms were on the county road and the state highway.
---I was lucky enough to choose our very own parking drive about half way down the lane. I’d park on the west side of the road facing east toward the lane so the afternoon sun would not be in our eyes. I may have partly chosen that drive because there was about a two acre square shaped wooded area along the fence row. Believe me I had no idea back then it was two acres. We now own five acres in the Florida boonies so I sort of know. It just seemed cozier with that wooded area in the middle of all that flat farm land.
Again, no one bothered us as we sat there. I remember the first time Farmer Brown drove down the lane on his John Deere tractor pulling a disc or plow. We heard the tractor and sat up from our fucking. Keep in mind, Dollie usually wore a mini skirt or short shorts pulled up. I pulled my jeans to my knees. It took seconds to get dressed. Not knowing what to expect we jumped out of the Dodge and I opened the hood, pretending to tinker on the engine. Farmer Brown stopped on the lane, walked up, and asked if we needed help. I reached in and started the car, grinning. He left and we continued fucking in the back seat. Yea right. We sure fooled him! (Farmer Brown may or may not be real names. I could have called him Old MacDonald. )

As weeks passed, farmer Brown rode his tractor past now and then, smiling and waving. We’d be sitting in the back seat waving back. He knew! I’m sure! Sometimes farmer Brown and Mrs farmer Brown passed in their faded red old Chevy pickup and they’d honk and wave. At this time we had no idea who’s farm land we were blocking. There were a few other cars, trucks, and farm tractors occasionally passing on the lane.
I really don’t know how many months past. One day Farmer Brown and Mrs Brown stopped in the drive way in their red Chevy truck. They walked up as we sat up. They introduced themselves and told us all of this land belongs to the Brown family. As long as we don’t throw bottles, cans, and trash on the ground or along the lane we can park there. Both went on to explain that they have reported a few kids for littering. Wow! Now we had permission to fuck along lovers lane!

Lovers lane #3- It's Fall in the midwest
 

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Fall arrived. We were going at it in the back seat of the old Dodge. Must have been having a good time. We heard farmer Brown’s tractor but didn’t bother to sit up. Something didn’t sound right. Farmer Brown’s tractor engine sounded much louder! We sat up and there was a big green John Deere tractor grille staring in my car windshield! Farmer Brown was looking in the side window of my car, grinning. “Can ya move your car so I can get in the field to plow,” or whatever. It was fall. Farmer Brown walked toward the back of my car to his gate.
We jumped out, pulling our clothes on, as farmer Brown told me “just back inside the fence out of the way till I get in the field.” I did. Then my reflex was to drive out the gate and get the hell out of there. But farmer Brown yelled and pointed toward the wooded area inside the fence row. In no time he was walking, leading me toward a narrow lane into the woods. Like a robot, I followed him. I was soon parked in a fairly large flat grassy area in the middle of the woods.

“My grand daddy used to have his house and barn right here. Daddy got the farm. He gave me, my brother, and sister 100 acres each. We built our homesteads on the main county road and my sister’s place is along the highway to the south. Many years after grand daddy died the old farmstead fell down and we burned what was left. But we kept the woods to remind us where grandpa lived.
You kids can start parkin here if ya want. Much safer and you’ve been good about keeping the area clean. Hain’t my idee. Mrs farmer Brown thinks it will be more private.” He went on to tell us the gate wasn’t really locked. The chain and padlock were just wrapped around the fence post.
The rest of 1956, and after I graduated high school in 1957, we mostly parked in farmer Brown’s woods on lovers lane. We’d fucked in Dollie’s bed but this was the first time we could lay a blanket on the ground and mess around. Of course, this didn’t happen until the spring of 57. Winters in central Illinois can be bad. So when it was very cold or snowed we didn’t go to any of the lovers lanes. Making matters worse, even the drive-in movie was closed. We spent more time fucking at Dollie’s house in her bed or in town in a parking lot.

LOVERS LANE #3----Farmer Brown’s Woods.
 

Farmer Brown’s Woods.
Yes the story of lovers lane #3 continues but we are now fucking in the woods. Lucky I kept notes and shared our secrets all of these years. Spring 1957 and we now had our private secret fuckin spot in the woods. Not a lot of woods. But a 1949 Dodge does not take up a lot of space. We married in the middle of October 1957 so our little piece of heaven in the woods wasn’t used long.
During this time several other young couples would park in some of the drive ways along lovers lane #3. But most didn’t return often. The best part of this lane was that very little traffic came down it and the farmers who owned the land didn’t seem to mind.
We’d park in the woods as often as we had time. We even stayed overnight weekends now and then, sleeping in the car and having picnics all alone in the woods. As long as it wasn’t raining we’d fuck naked on our blanket in the grass. Yes, finally we could get naked!

Must have been a Saturday morning, spring of 1957. We were bare assed naked messing around on our blanket when we heard farmer Brown’s tractor getting nearer. We really didn’t worry and we could tell he was soon out in his field working. I was fucking Dollie when she whispered to me. “I think someone is watching from the woods.”
Some of our young friends had seen us fuck but we’d also watched them. We also found out Dollie’s brother-in-law watched us at their farm fucking several times when we thought we were alone in the fields. Her sister knew what we did in the woods but until later we had no idea they had watched. This was the same brother-in-law who held Dollie down as his farm hand ra--ped Dollie. So this left us uncomfortable. Still we got over it, hoping it was now screwing with Richard‘s mind. Even later on we’d put on shows for poor Richard the voyeur.

Yet the thought of farmer Brown watching us naked and fucking bothered us. Then reality sunk in. Farmer Brown couldn’t be watching from the woods because we could hear his tractor farther out in the field! NO sooner than we figured it out, Mrs. Farmer Brown walked up and wished us a good morning! Talk about two teenagers being embarrassed! It’s times like this when a guy does not know if he should jump up with a full erection and run for cover or just stop and lay there with it inside his girlfriend. I choose to lay there.
Even with notes this part is fuzzy. Here’s the best we remember. Mrs. Farmer Brown admitted she’d been watching us several other times since we’ve been in the woods. She loved watching and was trying to build up the courage to walk up closer. Today she did just that.
Her story went on, as we started to get up. Mrs. Farmer Brown begged us to continue having sex. That’s why she came closer. My cock was still in Dollie’s wet pussy and we were just getting started. This couldn’t be any more embarrassing than Dollie’s mommy watching and those two women were probably about the same ages.
Keep in mind I was 18, Dollie 16, and Mrs. Farmer Brown told us she was around 60. Briefly her story was her and Farmer Brown never did fuck a lot and she couldn’t remember when the last time was. Driving by and knowing what we were doing was driving her crazy. This was her plan when Farmer Brown took us to the old homestead lot in the woods. She’d already told her husband she was going to sneak down and watch from behind the bushes and trees. She just couldn’t get a close enough look so decided to just walk right up and explain why she was there.
So, now we knew we’d been watched and we’d been set up. The right thing to do was put on a show for Mrs Brown for letting us use her property. So we did. We fucked and fucked, trading places and fucking some more. We were both exhausted and as we lay there Mrs. Farmer Brown thanked us and walked down the lane to her car at the gate.
This happened several more times until we married in the middle of October that same year. Only now Mrs. Farmer Brown drove down and parked next to my car. We found out she’d see me drive by her farm house then drive down. I’d guess she was there watching maybe 50% of the time while on the blanket beside my car in the grass in the woods on lovers lane. Of course back then we had no idea we were dogging.

Here’s where I could lie and tell a tale of fucking Mrs Farmer Brown and her sucking my cock until my jazz ran out her nose. But this is a true non fiction story and honestly nothing happened between us and Mrs Farmer Brown except her hugging us each time she’d leave and saying thanks. I’m pretty sure a few times my dripping prick rubbed cum on Mrs. Farmer Brown’s clothes while hugging!



A quickie note………..I was 18 and Dollie 16. Neither parents would co-sign for us to get married. Together we had a stupid plan. Let’s get pregnant then they will! Dollie’s mom knew we were fucking like rabbits. Her dad soon knew and they told my parents. They tried many times to break us up. Finally they decided maybe we should get married before Dollie gets knocked up. Out of the blue my grandparents talked to our minister and he would marry us in his church office. No big wedding. Just our two best friends, Don and Pat, and a party after at my uncle’s house. The real problem was it had to be midweek because there were other weddings and events planned for future weekends. Why October 13th we don’t know. Hell I even had to work the next day! “It will never last” we were often told! Don and Pat married a month later and we were at their wedding. We’re all still happily married.

Life goes On…… Or A Dog in the Woods.
 

---------------------Life goes On…… Or A Dog in the Woods.
Our lives changed dramatically after we married. Somehow Dollie got pregnant and we had a son Dec 1958. We had no time or reason to stop at any lovers lanes. Again this is a rough guess. Our son was nearly 1 ½ years old so at least two years had passed since we saw lovers lane #or Mrs. Farmer Brown. They were all but forgotten. Must have been a Saturday and a nice spring morning. We were taken little Gene to Dollie’s mother to baby sit while we finally got away to play tittie flashin games. I hadn’t even driven down lovers lane since we married. Always took the main highway around the curve to Dollie’s parents place. Just before the curve Dollie suggested we go straight and show Mrs Farmer Brown our son. We had gotten to know her pretty well and actually stopped at their farm house a few times for tea and cookies.
Mr Farmer Brown was out working on the farm. Mrs Farmer Brown seemed very happy to see us and our son. We mostly visited like normal old friends. Someone mentioned lovers lane and our little hiding place in the woods. Plans were made. We dropped Gene off at grandma’s house and met Mrs Farmer Brown in the little wooded area. Seemed like so long ago. Mrs. Farmer Brown had already parked her car in the grassy meadow and put a blanket on the ground. Dollie and I were shocked! Mrs Brown was laying there naked masturbating! This had to be spring 1960 so I was 21, Dollie 19, and Mrs Brown at least mid-60’s. Surprisingly she was lookin good considering all we’d ever seen was her wearing old sloppy farmer dresses.
No, I still didn’t fuck Mrs Brown and she didn’t suck my cock. I was getting more young pussy at home than I could handle already. But she did use all of her cow milking experience to masturbate me several times until she milked me dry. Then she’d beg Dollie and I to fuck. Dollie fucked me. I fucked her. We just plain fucked. When I couldn’t fuck anymore Mrs. Farmer Brown jacked me off some more. Again we had no idea what this was called. But I’m sure this was dogging no matter what country we were in!

After that long hot afternoon in the woods we’d make an appointment and meet Mrs Farmer Brown a few times a year for several more years. Seems like she got ill or just too old and we never returned to the little woods on lovers lane again. Altho I didn’t keep track, we also stopped at the other two lovers lanes occasionally for years just for old times sake.

DOGGING IN PARKING LOTS
 

-------------------------------------DOGGING IN PARKING LOTS
Again, we had no idea if these adventures were dogging. By the time we were in our mid-twenties and on we were very much into being exhibitionists. Yes we loved fucking and fondling while being watched. And we now mostly did it naked. Altho Dolle never let anyone else fuck her she loved being finger fucked and having her titties played with.
We’d mostly be out of town or on a vacation when we’d decide to put on a random fucking show for strangers. In our favor there were no surveillance cameras until recently. From our earliest car sex we learned the safest semi private places to play our games. You know, the back lots and edges of malls, shopping centers, grocery stores, rest areas, etc. And of course the many small parking lots along trail heads and parks.
I guess these were really our dog days. I remember many times being totally nude in our car fucking as one or two guys had their heads up against the windows looking in. I’d position my self and Dollie for the best views. I also remember many of them reaching in to fondle Dollie’s tits, ass, or dip a finger in a recently fucked wet pussy. No one seemed to mind not getting to fuck her or get sucked. It was just good clean basic exhibitionism with a little touch feely thrown in.
I believe I wrote a few such stories in CLOSET CLEANING in non fiction so I will leave this as is. Please comment on any of these stories and add your own dogging, lovers lane, or similar true stories. I will try to answer all comments and questions.

Dogging at the Lake
 

Dogging at the Lake
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Now and then I remember an old dogging or exhibitionist fondling and fucking session with Dollie while on a camping trip flashing her tits and pussy. I’m trying not to duplicate stories already in CLOSET CLEANING. Some of our later and kinkier dogging games happened while riding in taxi cabs. We rarely rode in a cab so this was extra exciting. They do match the other dogging games we’ve read altho I don’t remember any others in a taxi cab. Again I ask you to check non-fiction CLOSET CLEANING for our taxi cab games.
We were never out to compete with others or invent new things. Our biggest games were simple tit and ass flashing years ago. Naturally fucking and fondling with others happened when we were in the right places with the right people.

Cum again to the west edge of Lake Michigan not far above Chicago, yet in lower Wisconsin. We found most small beaches and parks by riding around. Usually Dollie was topless and mostly bottomless while doing the riding. Always ready to play. Keep this old saying of mine in mind……….. “You have to dress to play to play.” If you are dressed to play others often ask to fool around. Simple huh? Many of you already do this.

Someplace north of the Illinois state line along Lake Michigan.
I would have never found this place, a large boat manufacturing factory near the Lake.
The parking lot was nicely landscaped. What I figured was an overflow employee lot was at the end of the paved tree and flower lined lane. We followed a few cars. It was a small crowd of young people in swimsuits driving, apparently headed to the Lake. As we went around the back side we could see yachts and medium sized pleasure boats on tall racks with large fork lifts and mobile cranes moving them around. Some of the younger people would hang out the car windows while wearing tiny bikini tops. Seems like a few gals flashed some of the laborers inside the chain link fence.
Seemed like a fun bunch so we continued to follow to a parking lot next to some woods. Must have been parking for fifty cars in nice rows separated by cement dividers with more parking off to the edges along the brush and woods. As people parked, they walked down a narrow trail which ended up at a nice sandy beach along Lake Michigan.
If memory is correct most were in the teen to 50’s. We were maybe in our 30’s at this time. Old enough that Dollie had been showing her pussy and tits without hesitating and we’d fucked many times while “accidentally” being caught. This place seemed like another perfect place to play. Even as I parked we saw young girls changing from street clothes to tiny swimsuits or dressing after returning from the beach. Most didn’t seem to be hiding their nudity. In fact now and then a few gals would tease others by playing with their tits or jumping up and down to attract attention.
At the beach, there were many tiny swimsuits on young women and men. Perfect considering how we were dressed. It wasn’t a large beach but there were other smaller open sandy areas up and down paths leading thru the woods. All great for flashing and later for fucking as we found out.
Normally we’d have to walk long distances to see people naked and having sex at other beaches. Then it was usually only one or two couples. Here it seemed like everywhere we looked or walked we saw young couples fucking or sucking. As far as I remember they were only pairs or maybe threesomes. Like two guys and a girl.

We spent may afternoons at that boat building beach doing what the others did! After parking next to cars with couples fucking in or beside them, we also did that. We never watched any of them long and none spent a lot of time watching us. It was sort of a look, a grin, a comment, and the fuckers were left alone. But it was kinky and fun.
I do remember the single older guys wandering thru the parking lot staring in cars while couples played. Why do those types always look so skudsy and weird? It was kinda spooky but none actually bothered us. A few did occasionally ask to join or help out. Don’t remember taking any of those offers to fuck her. But often let some fondle Dollie‘s boobs as I fucked her. It actually calmed her down when some slobbering middle aged pervert was making her nervous! This happened in the parking lot and in the woods.

As I look back on life, I realize we missed a lot of good opportunities for wild group sex. But with a wife who wouldn’t fuck others I still did what I could to make it fun.
So I guess even though it was usually one on one, this was dogging! And when I did it dog fashioned those voyeurs really got a good view!

Appparently I've bored the members or others haven't found my CLOSET CLEANING stories. I stopped adding for awhile because of lack of interest. One more in this series and I'll just wait to see if anyone really likes these stories. I do know they are boring and not really as wild as many others. But when they are true life adventures of long ago they won't always be wild.

DOGGING AT THE DRIVE-IN MOVIES
 

----------------------------------DOGGING AT THE DRIVE-IN

I suppose most of you have never been to a drive-in movie or have seen one. They were large outdoor screened theaters with a parking lot which had poles with a portable speaker to attach to your car window. Sorta looked like older parking meters. There were small hills along each row so the nose of your car aimed slightly upward to see over the cars ahead.
Of course the movies were played after dark. Young couples sitting in a car in the back seat in the dark often got frisky. We learned how to cuddle at the drive-in. Of course with cuddling comes fondling, then intercourse.
Of all of the times I took my girlfriend Dollie to the drive-in move I don’t remember ever getting completely naked. With a car only three feet on each side and people walking back and forth between cars to the restroom and concession stand it wasn’t practical. But even before fucking I was fondling her boobs and she was gently stroking my penis. It didn’t take many dates before her bare tits were exposed and my cock was out above my jeans.
It all started out innocently. A few people saw Dollie’s bare little boobies exposed. Yes even though it was dark at the movie, the movie screen, the stars, the concession stand lights, and other lights made it easy to see to walk around outside and see in cars.
I soon discovered seeing Dollie’s bare boobies turned me, her, and others on. After experimenting while hiking before this, we found out that I wasn’t the only male who was a boob lover.
After we started fucking at the drive-in Dollie wore looser tops and shorter mini skirts. My jeans were usually at my knees or ankles, her blouse above her tits, maybe her tits out the top, and her skirt up as far above her waist as we could get it. Now we were fucking semi nude with strangers walking within feet of my car windows. Got lots of compliments and free advice while fucking at the drive-in movie.
So I guess this was also a form of dogging. Again, especially good viewing while I had her on her hands and knees dog fashioned. It’s amazing how a young male kid can expose a wet hot pussy while fucking with an audience! Of course I was proud of my hard cock and wanted the gals to see it too. Those long strokes on hot summer nights made dogging fun. I can’t tell you whether or not anyone made any offers back then. Even though we had unknowingly become exhibitionists, we were still shy and would get embarrassed easy.
I’m sorry if our stories seem tame and boring compared to others. But this is how it was back then.

Dollie Thanks OCC
 

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What I've done this summer
Some of this may be repeated but it’s my update. Sorry I forgot all about my posts here. Things sure didn't work the way Denny wanted them. He said I got cock hungry and have been catching up for all those years I wouldn't let men screw me. I’m going to skip much of the details of each guy I’ve had fuck me because it would get boring. But it sure wasn’t boring at the time!
It bothers me to write fuck so I write intercourse or screw. Denny says just write fuck so here goes. Also this makes me sound like a wh*r*. Others say I am a loving caring wife making my husband happy. Hope that’s how you feel about it. This fucking wasn’t easy to start doing and it sure is not easy to write about.
To sort of test these letters we posted them in emails to special friends to get their reactions. I guess they like reading them because many asked for more stories and more nasty details. About half asked to meet for their turn! This is the best I could do with Denny's help.

More !
 

Tell Dolly I love her stories and would love to read more.

Thanks. Apparently not many are finding them. Dollie has written a lot more. As long as she writes it down right away she remembers. Most are basic stories about her latest fuck buddies.
Appparently she is making up for all the years she wouldn't do it with others. She's sure loving it and I can't believe I love watching. Dollie hasn't said no very often.
I'm not much help cutting back on partners because it seems like it's too easy to get her fucked and I tell the men she will meet them. So far most of the guys are all in one area which makes it easy to drive from one to another in one afternoon.