Back in the early 70s, my first car was an MGB. I was 16 at the time, and I met girl toward the end of summer who was also 16. She had just moved in down the street.
School had just begun, and I offered to take her home. The top was down on my MG on this beautiful warm, early fall day, and we took a ride through a park on our way home. It was really just a straight mile-long, tree-canopied road. It was a new park, and there was nothing at the end of the road, so hardly anybody used it.
The sun shone though the brightly-colored leaves as we idled our way down the road. I'll never forget as we drove on, second gear kept popping back into neutral. I told her that the car needed work, as it was a 1965. She said, 'Shift into third,' as she laid her hand on the front of my jeans. She started to rub her hand up and around my crotch. My little cock grew as her hand moved faster across my jeans. As we neared the end of the road, she asked me to stop the car to listen to some music.
She unbuckled my belt and pulled down my zipper. I was in heaven: she was blond and cute, and she wanted to play with me, just an average guy. She asked me to take off my shirt so she could run her hand through my hairy chest. As I took off my shirt, she moved her hand down my underwear, grabbing my pulsating cock. She told me to lift up my butt and pulled my underwear and jeans down to my knees.
As I'll never forget, she unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her front-clipped bra exposing her peach sized breasts with beautiful little nipples. I tenderly cupped and caressed both her breasts while she started stroking my cock. My tender touch quickly turned to excided pleasure and my hand moved on down to her jeans. My cock was rock hard as she continued to stroke it. It didn't take very long. I came shooting hot cum all over my stomach and chest. She cleaned me up with tissues and we drove home.
I dated her for a while afterward, but she went her way and I my way, but I'll never forget that day.