Planes, Trains, and Automobiles: Real Sex and Fantasies, too

[writewithme2013]

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles: Where did you or would you want to have sex?

I have many fantasies -- and a few actual experiences -- of sex on vehicles and other moving objects. Tell me yours, and I'll tell you mine.

I'll start with an actual experience, followed by a fantasy: the first was on a tractor, and the second would be on a county fair carousel.

Each summer of high school I moved irrigation pipe on a farm near Eugene, Oregon. This took place the summer after I graduated. One of the young women who hoed weeds -- "hoe-ers", which when pronounced as one syllable is funny -- despised my sister and would do anything to piss off my younger sibling. She decided that fucking me was the answer.

I was using a tractor to move a trailer to a distant field. She joined me, flirting and touching me, and -- after asking me if I'd seen "Footloose" and knew the tractor scene -- sat in my lap and started making out with me. I was concentrating on driving the old tractor, so for the most part she was doing the work, kissing at my neck and face and grinding our groins together. Out at the field, we got naked and fucked atop our clothes between the rows of bush beans.

It was great! My sister had always had the best looking friends and enemies, and in some cases they were the sluttiest partying types. We needed to get back, but I wanted more. I knew I would never have her again. So, on the way back, I put her in my lap again, turned her to drive the tractor, bared our lower bodies again, and fucked her from behind. Again, it was great, especially with the bumpy ride and natural vibration of the ancient tractor.

We didn't get caught at the time, but -- wanting to piss off my sister, remember -- she told friends, who told other friends, and pretty soon it was the topic of conversation every time I bumped into someone I knew ... or sometimes didn't know.


My fantasy goes like this...

I'm at the County Fair, helping my friends set up their booth for tomorrow's opening day; it's late at night and most of the others working the event have left for the day. I notice a woman near the carousel; she has some sort of connection to the ride's operator or is the operator, it doesn't matter. She is 20-ish or 30-ish, sexy, and wearing a button up blouse knotted below ample breasts that don't otherwise appear to be "bridled" in any way; and a short skirt that barely reaches below her ass cheeks. She is, in other words, the most erotic creature I have seen in a long time.

I smile and ogle her, she smiles and waves me over. Standing before her, she says in a sultry voice, "Wanna ride you'll never forget?"

I mount the deck of the ride as she turns it on from the control station near the hub. As it begins to accelerate, she kills the lights and joins me, immediately stripping away my pants and shoes.

"Get on," she says, indicating one of the mighty steeds. I do, and after shedding her panties, she climbs up and sits in my lap, facing me. She unties the knot at her belly, releasing firm breasts; her nipples, already swollen, grown enormous at the sudden chill of the evening air. She reaches behind her, above her head, and grasps the pole upon which the carousel horse rises and lowers, then commands, "Fuck me, cowboy."

I grasp her hips, position our bodies appropriately, enter her, and fuck the crap out of her. The skin of my ass and thighs, and that of her bared feet, squeak back and forth upon the painted, metal surface of the horse as my grunts and her cries merge with the music blaring from the ride's speakers.

She erupts in orgasm, then just as I am about to do the same, I realize that there are people gathering around the carousel, getting glimpses for a few seconds at a time of our savage love making..

I am shocked and embarrassed ... but I am too close to care. I ramp up my pounding into her groin, pushing her to a second orgasm just as mine arrives. We cum together with grunts and cries that easily sound over the music of the ride ... garnering applause from the "gallery".

 

[writewithme2013]

Another fantasy, that began with a real event that I wish to God had continued forward into reality.

The Factual Part:

Ten of us, including three couples, were in a rented, 14 passenger, Dodge van, coming back from social event sponsored by my roommate's company. My roommate gets car sick if he's not in a front seat, so he was riding shotgun to the man who is responsible for the van. After the various couples and people who wanted to chat found their seats, the rear seat was left to just me ... and my roommate's girlfriend.

Now, a little history: it was I who first had the hots for this girl, and it was I for whom this girl first had the hots. But, due to circumstances out of my control, she ended up with him.

On the way back, during a very muted conversation, I learn that she's planning on leaving him -- which, two weeks later she does. She reached over at one point and laid a hand on my thigh in a spot that was meant to be suggestive and reminded me, "You remember that we met first, right?"

The Fantasy Part:

"Yes," I say, dropping my eyes to her chest and wishing again that it was I who was suckling those babies in bed at night, and not my roommate. "Maybe..."

She looks about the van for prying eyes, then slides her hand up my thigh until she groping and gently massaging my penis. This goes on for a minute or so before she begins unfastening my pants. She pulls out my dick and strokes it I try my darndest to keep my groans to myself.

After again checking for prying eyes, she unbuckles and drops her head to my lap, taking my full length into her mouth. Just as I try to hide my sounds of pleasure, she is trying to keep down the sucking sounds.

It doesn't take long, and I explode into her mouth with a stifled grunt. She takes every drop, swallows, licks me clean, rises to look for prying eyes yet again, then sits up as if nothing happened.

 

[callie7021]

yes

Fantasies:
I think trucks represent the masculine culture. I've never had an experience in one, but I always check out truck drivers.

Snuggling and having someone fondle me in one of the common areas of a big ferry.

 

[writewithme2013]

Fantasies: Snuggling and having someone fondle me in one of the common areas of a big ferry.

We don't have ferries in my area, so I never considered that. But that does sound fun.

The only sex I ever had in a boat of any size occurred in the bottom of a canoe. I was in my late twenties and had just recently split with a woman who wasn't even 21 yet. I bumped into a supposed friend of hers, herself barely out of high school making her, what, 18, 19?. I had long lusted for her, and -- it would turn out -- she had long lusted for me. I invited her to canoe the local river with me, and she accepted without hesitation.

When I picked her up, she was, sadly, overdressed in a large tee shirt and large shorts, the combination of which very much hid her "assets". Once we were on the river, she shed the tee, but unfortunately she was in front of the canoe, and I didn't get to ogle her much beyond her hourglass figure.

When we pulled off into a side slough for her to pee in the bushes, though, things took a much anticipated turn. She came back wearing only her flip flops and the tiny bikini that I knew she'd been hiding underneath. She asked if I could operate the canoe alone while she sun bathed for a while. I said, of course; I was eager to simply stare at that beautiful body.

She sat in the bottom of the boat on one of the floatation pads, facing me, and began lathering herself with lotion in a very suggestive way. After a bit, I caught her eyes, glanced toward her breasts, and said suggestively, "You're going to get tan lines. You should take that off."

It was obvious I didn't give a crap about tan lines, but she playfully went along with me and shed her top. My god, she had the most perfect breasts, young and firm, and with the light chill that would sometimes come off the water -- as well as the sexual tension ever building to greater heights -- they were constantly swelling, then relaxing, then swelling again. I was in dark sunglasses which would have hid my ogling, but I made no attempt to pretend disinterest; I looked directly at her often, letting her know that I was very interested in looking at her.

When she finished coating herself, I suggested she take the bottoms off, too. She responded by asking me about my Ex-girlfriend. I thought it was a little odd for her to now be asking me about my relationship with her "good" friend, until I realized she was fishing for certainty that I was over her and ready to move on.

I showed that certainty by pulling the canoe into another side slough, beaching us in the mud, and moving to her. We immediately began kissing and fondling and groping and shedding more clothes. Once naked, we fucked atop the floatation pads laid out in the bottom of the canoe. It wasn't the most comfortable of fucks, but it was satisfactory for me.

The adventure was heightened when a group of people her age, who we had seen putting in their inner tubes after we left the dock floated by and saw us. They knew what was going on; some hooted and cheered, but I heard at least one female voice speaking of it as unbelievable. I wasn't surprised when I got a call later that night from my Ex, bitching me out for fucking not just her friend but her "best" friend.

We finished the trip slowly, wanting her friends to be long gone before we got in. They were, and after we loaded up the canoe and gear, we went to my apartment, and sucked and fucked again, this time with orgasms on both sides.

We never had sex again, although I badly wanted her again. She had hurt her friend and felt bad about it. I just shrugged -- literally and figuratively -- and went on with my life. I saw each of them occasionally, receiving dirty looks from my Ex and sly smiles from her friend.