i cant wait another minute
i have settled for fiddling with the hair at the nape of your neck for as long as i intend to
(its a sublime joy, fiddling with those soft sweet barely-there curls)
but now i must insist that you find us a dirt road, and a place to park
no dirt roads? okay then, the long driveway of a citiot who’s not here this weekend
i know you’re a citiot
but you’re not really. you dont walk into businesses talking loudly on your phone
this looks perfect
now, please slide back your seat, as far as it will go. i will not easily fit between you and the steering wheel. is there a way to disable the horn? no? that’s a risk we take, then.
now recline your seat, i want room to reach around after i climb on
first thing i do, after straddling, is, of course, lean over and kiss your lips.
i seem in charge, but this whole endeavor is so nerve wracking that i am shaking, whether you can tell or not, and i can’t catch my breath
i kiss you on your lips, while my hands continue to pull the hair at the nape of your neck. then my hands slide around and feel your jaw, your cheek, your neck, and soon my mouth follows
and then, i slide my right hand down and pull up your shirt, and at that first contact of my hand on your skin, right there, the side of your waist, i have a small orgasm. i cant help it. i have to pause for a moment, cause i cant work right through that, and you find yourself enjoying it, whether you meant to or not.
i pull the shirt up farther, feeling your texture, smoothe and hard and furrier than i am used to. its okay, i like it. i like all of it. i realize you have buttons, and attempt, but i am getting clumsier because i am getting more excited and desperate, i try to unbutton your buttons while simultaneously nibbling your ear, and wanting your mouth, and feeling the first pushing of your pelvis, sliding beneath mine.
i take your hand and place it on my breast, and the warmth makes me shudder.
i kiss you a few more times, and realize we are really just too old to do it in the driver’s seat of a car, and i need to see and feel all of you naked all at once, and i clamber back off, breathless, patting down your crotch and buttoning and straightening and feeling embarrassed and wanton and satisfied and
more anxious to get home
than i ever have.