It was Halloween 2003, my girlfriend (who would later become my wife) and I had been dating less than a year and this was our first Halloween together. We went to a house party in downtown Chicago dressed as a Bavarian couple. I had lederhosen with matching hat and a beer stein actually from Munich. My girlfriend wore a dirndl, the traditional, Bavarian barmaid dress and frock. She also had a stein to use as a prop. I have never looked particularly German with my dark hair and darker complexion, but my girlfriend/wife is part German, Swiss, and Norwegian – as well as other Anglo-Saxon heritage with fair skin and blond hair, so she really looked the part of the comely, Bavarian barmaid. (Think the models on the Hofbrau bottles/packaging and you wouldn’t be far off. Basically, she was a total fox.)
We took her Volkswagen Jetta to the party. (It seemed as though every 20-something woman I knew in the early 2000’s drove a Volkswagen Jetta.) Anyhow, we both got horny for each other at this party, so we took a walk back to her car. She was skittish about doing anything, the car being parked on a major Chicago thoroughfare. But I assured her that with the windows inevitably fogging up and by not turning on the ignition, no one would be able to see anything inside or even know that the car was occupied. Fortunately, she didn’t press me concerning my past experiences as to how I knew this to be the case. As we entered the back seat, I happened to notice an empty Walgreen’s, plastic bag on the floor mat behind the front passenger’s seat.
So we start kissing and fondling each other. Lo and behold, the windows get completely fogged up. I pointed this out to my girlfriend. She gets more comfortable and removes her panties. Still, there is just enough ambient light from the overhead lamp posts to see my girlfriend’s charms amidst the heavily shadowed car interior. So now I’ve flipped the velvet skirt part of her dirndl up and I start licking her pussy. In 2003, as well as now, she had a full bush of blond pubic hair, and gorgeous, bubblegum pink labia minora. Basically the vagina I would imagine a sexy, young Bavarian barmaid would have, so this costume is really turning me on. Not to say that my girlfriend wasn’t always extremely attractive, but you could imagine the added thrill the dressing-up provided.
Her pussy tastes delicious, as usual, but she’s ready to fuck and tells me so. Because this is a cheap, pop-up Halloween store costume (and I need something wearable to return to the party afterwards), I carefully take the suspenders off my shoulders and drop the lederhosen shorts and my briefs down to my ankles. I’m rock hard. My girlfriend’s pussy is wet with my saliva and her grool, and her legs are splayed apart. So I paint-stroke my glans against her opening and, with no condom, penetrate right into her Nordic love tunnel. So I’m balls-deep in missionary position, and I’m laughing to myself thinking what a sight. Here I am in a white dress shirt, lederhosen around my ankles, my bare ass bouncing up and down, hairy nut sack slapping against the taint of a Hofbrau Haus model. The Chicago Brauhaus, a vintage German restaurant complete with polka band, was not too far from where we were parked. If anyone could see in that Jetta (which they couldn’t), they might very well think a waiter and waitress got off their shift at the Brauhaus, rode around until they found a parking space, found one and started fucking.
At around this time, my girlfriend was moaning steadily and shortly thereafter she said, “Wow. I didn’t think I’d be able to in the car, but I just orgasmed.” Meanwhile, her creamy pussy feels so nice around my bare cock. With the windows shut, and no heat/AC blowing around the interior, I can smell the faintest but most alluring perfume of her pussy. The air around us is a musk of pheromones. So I could basically cum on cue I was so stimulated.I responded to her orgasm announcement, “That’s awesome, hon. I think I’m about ready to cum too.”
She encouraged me to cum. As is the case to this very day, when I want to cum from intercourse with my wife, I slow down and take two or three deep plunges in and out of her pussy. She has always had that kind of vagina where if you take the time to savor her every ridge against your cock, it’ll get you past the point of no return. So in this instance, I slowly withdrew my penis to the point where just my glans was tucked inside her pussy, and then I plunged ever-so-slowly balls-deep back into her vagina. I paused nestled inside her and that was all it took. I orgasmed.
Having sex w/o condoms was nothing new for us. My girlfriend was on the pill, and I always took the added measure of ‘pulling out.’ I’m pretty sure in this instance she would have understood if I came inside her what with the upholstery and our costumes (and only clothes that evening). But, aware of that Walgreen’s bag, I withdrew my penis – still in the throes of orgasm, sat down on the seat, wrapped the bag around my cock, and ejaculated into it.When I was through I said, “I didn’t want to cum all over your back seat,” to which my girlfriend said, “Aww, that was sweet of you.”
We re-dressed, exited the fogged up, sex-scented Volkswagen and walked back to the party, but not before I subtly dropped the inseminated Walgreen’s bag on the curb beside the vehicle.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y5dbeo/memorable_sex_in_our_festive_halloween_costumes