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.
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