The Drive-In

"Let's Go to the drive-in," Alice had a spark in her eye.

His date seemed uncomfortable in her seat, always fidgeting with something or repositioning her legs. It wasn't dark yet, so they would have to kill some time before sunset.

"Show's don't start till after 8:30" He said hesitantly, "Can't really see the screen till it's at least dusk."

Alice hadn't thought about that, wasn't thinking about much more than Rudi's young cock thrusting into her as hard as he possibly could. She didn't want to sit through a lack-luster meal at Jack's for 45 minutes. She hadn't been to the bowling alley since she was in her 30's, and cheap nachos would be a fine snack.

"Isn't there something else we could do?" She made a motion with her hand, "Y'know, like bowling? That shouldn't take long."

"Yeah, we've got a bowling alley." Rudi made a U-turn, "Its on the other side of town."

When they arrived it was busy, the parking lot only had a few spots left and it was crowded and noisy inside. Alice was glad, as she was going to do her best to **** the boy before they got the drive-in. She offered to pay for her shoe rental but Rudi demanded to pay for the whole night. She had no idea how much money he could have, but still felt bad for making him spend it. They took their shoes and went to their lane to pick out balls. Rudi made the same amateur mistake all boys made, picking the largest ball he could muster and not drop like a fool, instead of one that he could manipulate easily. She took a 10 pound ball and placed it on the return rack. Rudi's first throw was a strike, but it was all luck, no technique.

Alice grabbed her ball from the rack, sticking her ass out towards her young date. She turned her head to catch him gawking at her and winked at him. She lined her throw up and took 1-2-3 steps, sliding into the last one while placing a spin on the ball. It rolled dangerously close to the gutter, but spun itself back into the center of the lane for a strike. It'd been 10 years, but she still had it. She strutted her way back to the bench and blew Rudi a kiss, signalling at the scoreboard.

"You're good!" His eyes wide, "who taught you to do that?"