Cops interrupted my “date” three times in one night – and my father was proud in the end [MF]

I had a girlfriend, Vicky, who was on and off for several years starting in Junior high and all through high school. We both dated other people and we each had “serious” relationships with other people. Whenever we were both unattached at the same time, we’d sort of pick up where we left off. Today, we would probably be called “friends with benefits”.
We both lived with our respective families and had no privacy, so most “dates” with Vicky culminated with orgasms in my car one way or another.

One night, we were parked 1/4 mile from the main road down some abandoned railroad tracks. My fingers were probing inside her vagina while we cuddled, kissed, and generally petted. Believe it or not, neither of us had ever heard of a clitoris back then – blame USA sex education. Anyway, she was humping the heel of my hand because that’s what felt good to her, and I was inserting fingers because that’s what I thought felt good to her.

We were panting, and the windows were fogged when I noticed red and blue lights. The officer was gentlemanly and waited about a minute for Vicky to achieve some modesty before he tapped on my window with his flashlight. I rolled down the window, and he said, “You are on private property and trespassing. You need to move along now.”

I thanked the officer, and soon we drove away. I took Vicky to another of my favorite heavy petting sites, the parking lot of the senior citizens center. There was never anyone there at 11:30 at night. It only had one street light at the other end of the parking lot and was surrounded by trees. Vicky and I resume our lusty grope and hope session when I see headlights coming toward us.

We scrambled to get more or less decent, and another officer knocks on my window. You guessed it. “You are on private property and trespassing. You need to move along now.”

“Yes sir,” I said.

I took Vicky to my third favorite make-out spot, the playground of an elementary school across town from the senior citizens center. At this point, I’ve long since tossed Vicky’s panties into the back of the car. She has her head against the passenger window and her legs up over my shoulders and is grinding against her own hand while I caress her butt and inner thighs very gently. She loved that. She got off to the gentle sensual touch every time – as long as she was uninhibited about what she did with her own hands.

So, there are red and blue lights yet again. At this point, I assume the officers were in radio communication with each other playing the “where did they go now?” game. The same officer from the first time walks up to the car, but he didn’t quite give Vicky enough time. She hadn’t noticed the lights right away due to being distracted. By the time she realized, it was awkward for her to get her legs down and pull up the jeans that were balled up on the floor. The officer got a pretty dramatic beaver shot, – I’m sure. Fortunately, Vicky was not too mortified.

The officer says, “OK. Three strikes and you’re out. It’s time to take the young lady home.” The implication was that if I didn’t take her home right away, he would.

The night seemed ruined, but Vicky was so far gone into her private world of lust that she humped my leg to orgasm right in her parent’s driveway. Her head kept hitting the dome light turning in on, off, on, off. If her parents looked out the window, I can only imagine what they thought. She left a spectacular wet spot on my pants leg.

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My father seldom said he was proud of me. One day, he decided to clean out “my” car that was really his car but I was the only one who drove it. He walks into the house carrying a big wad of panties. Vicky wasn’t the only girl to go on rides with me, and I had a habit of tossing the panties in the back during the heat of the moment and then not having time to find them in the dark at the end. Dad had about 2 years worth of panties in his hand. He didn’t say anything. He just smiled with that – “I’m proud of you but can’t admit it” – smile. I assume he trashed the panties before my mother found out. I couldn’t very well return the panties because I couldn’t remember which ones went with which girls.

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