It was an experience that played it self out a few times a week during the winter of my senior year in high school. My girlfriend and I would be out driving on a calm, warm, winter night, giant fluffy snowflakes would be bouncing off the windshield of her old rusty cavalier, and there would be a soft glow off the freshly fallen snow. Inevitably at some point she would reach over and give a rough little rub to the crotch of my jeans. I would look over into her cute, innocent, little face and know exactly what was behind that smug little smile.
There was one dead end we would usually go to, oddly enough it was called Doolittle Drive. It ended in a turn around over the highway and past that the local airport. She would gaze over at me as she slowed to a stop and slipped the car into park. Without a word we would lean over and start making out. My hand would slide up her shirt, pushing her bra out of the way to cup the firm little mounds that graced her chest. It wouldnβt take long before her cold hands would pull my cock out of my pants and start stroking it. At first it was a shock but the coolness of her tiny hands against my shaft would get me rock hard almost instantly.