Drive-in Picture Show

Back in the early sixties
When I was just a teen
If you had a driver's license
There were places to be seen

The drive-in on a Friday night
Was a place that we would go
Me and a date, in my old car,
To watch the picture show.

We parked out in the outback
Put the speaker on the glass
Began to watch the movie
Deciding how to make a pass

The bench seat made it easier
No console in the way
No stick shift in the floor board
Nothing blocked the field of play

We both knew the final object
Making-out was understood
Heavy petting was expected
Experimenting felt so good

She cuddled up against me
In the dim and flickering light
Her face was so appealing
I had better get this right

I tilted her lips to me
Moved in to give a kiss
Could feel, as she returned it,
Was a hit and not a miss

We continued on with passion
The feeling was so fine
I hoped that her excitement
Was, at least, as much as mine

Kissed her neck, gave her a hickey
She could show to her best friend
Then moved along to second base
How far I went, would all depend

Massaged her boobs outside her bra
Unsnapped it in the rear
Freed them from their prison
They stood up and in the clear

Unbuttoned every button
That was on her Izod shirt
Opened it, exposed her breasts
Her nipples standing at alert

Sucked each one with open mouth
Gave each a lustful taste
Her breasts were just the right size
More than a mouthful is a waste

Moved my hand beneath her skirt
Checked her vulva out for size
Felt her dampened panties
And caressed her inner thighs

She spread her legs, providing room
For my exploring hands
We both were breathing heavier
We weren't watching from the stands

Never had I been this far
What now, was I to do?
I put my hand inside her panties
For me was something new
 
I knew about the female form
From explicit words and pics
My fingers were a substitute
For future penis pricks

Rubbed my palm against her mound
Slid my fingers down her slit
She quivered just a little
As I touched her swollen clit

Did not dwell on it for long
Did not know then what to do
Then I fingered her vagina
All the way past knuckle two

 This, for sure, was heavy petting
Fog was building on the glass
I could tell that she was turned on
By the way she moved her ass

Her hand was on my bulging jeans
My erection now was full
She freed it from its confines
And began to touch and pull

She wrapped  her hand around it
Stroked from the bottom to the top
She squeezed it, as if milking,
'Til I thought that it would pop

The movie was Goldfinger
Neither of us knew the score
On the screen, and right beside me,
Was hot Pussy Galore

Suddenly the lights came on
And the credits on the screen
It now was intermission
After the film, we had not seen

We snapped and buttoned, zipped all up
Straightened clothes out in the car
Got candy, coke and popcorn
From the brightly lit snack bar

Waited for the second feature
That was scheduled for the night
We did not see it either,
When they again, turned out the light.