LOVERS LANE #2
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LOVERS LANE #2
---Every time I started this lovers lane story I’d add too much detail about the park and other things. Still this story must begin somewhere. Dad’s family lived about 15 miles north in another small town. We loved to visit my favorite aunt and uncle. Uncle Ray was an ex Marine and always full of energy and on the go. He’d walk from their home nearly five miles to a large park I knew nothing about. Dollie and I had been telling them how we love walks in parks. No we didn’t tell those very religious relatives about our games while walking. Ray told us about a little lane that crossed the creek and after several zig zags to other roads ended up back north east of our town.
---With Ray’s directions Dollie and I drove off to discover the park and the trail. I crossed the shallow creek in my Dodge and slowly followed the hilly, sometimes large stone covered trail. All of the times we traveled those interconnecting little lanes and roads I don’t remember meeting another car.
Eventually I came to lovers lane #2. I didn’t know there was such a road. But as we slowly wound our way across this very hilly curvy narrow road we noticed kids maybe our ages in cars parked either along the sides or in the woods in openings between large boulders much like lovers lane #1. Like the other lovers lanes, I’d crossed another narrow county east west road first. Lovers lane #2 was probably five miles long to the south end.
----The place I often parked had a small fast moving creek down in a raven and we enjoyed hearing and watching the water flow. This lovers lane became more than just a place to fuck. In warm weather we’d put on shorts or swimsuits and wade in the creek and hike back on the trails in the woods. We’d also sunbath on the large boulders and eat our meals. Considering we lived in farming country this little piece of heaven was like being farther south.
----But I never finished describing lovers lane #2. It surprised me when it ended at the east west highway not more than a few miles from the drive in movie entrance. As we found out more about this road we learned that we were really not supposed to be there. High school kids from our opponent schools hung out here. As long as my car didn’t have any school colors or anything to let them know we were outcasts we were okay. In time we actually became friends with several other couples. Mostly because my uncle used to take me to ball games at their stadium and I was familiar with the school and town. Believe me these things mattered.
----Also we learned why even more cops prowled this lovers lane. State, County, and City police cars were often seen up and down the lane. It was nothing to see an ambulance and a wrecker as we tried to make love in the back seat. This road was very dangerous at speed. There were many camel hump hills with quick tight turns at the bottoms. It was normal to see a car nosed down in a little gully or slammed into a rock wall. There were reasons for this.
----Rumor was that there were unofficial records on how fast a person could drive from the north end of lovers lane to the stone home at the curve near the south end. The owners of that expensive looking home had erected a matching 4 or 5 foot stone fence at the end of the road, where it made the sharp “S” curve to the stop sign at the highway. Another pastime was watching stupid kids speeding past where we were parked and listening for the crash.
----But this is about sex on lovers lane. Since this lovers lane was out of our way except when visiting dad’s relatives or for another quickie after we left the drive in movie, we only parked there now and then, mostly on weekends with nothing else to do. This was another place we sometimes went randomly for ten years or more after being married. Of all of the lovers lanes we knew about this was the best for all of the above reasons. Even though we occasionally picnicked and visited other young couples, no one was around other cars during sex.
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