Prologue.
"Big, huge, useless" - it was my first thought when I gave the rental car.
I've always hated those cars imparcheggiabili.
Grey mouse then faded as the gray autumn.
This is the machine where we made love.
Four seats.
A car is long and wide.
be completed.
I wonder if a car has the memories? Of the thousands of miles, hundreds of aims, dozens of hugs, tens of sighs, of the words spoken and those left unsaid.
happy hour before had brought us, among the shit and smiles between the words and looks.
wine for her, beer for me.
A head for now we just uninhibited, to feel embarrassed when we see the couple kissing in front of giggling, so that he said "sorry". One
where before there were six scrolls.
And then she led us to sgranicchiare something, as if we knew where we were going to end, as if we were to steal the peak time of the evening. As if there
infliggessimo a masochist discipline, but we liked so much. Always
her, the machine the occupants of the moment, in silence without speaking neither of us neither of the couples who had preceded us. Muta, thinking to keep the secret, so open to passers-by, so obvious from the outside.
My companion was shy when I was saying things directly, he was hesitant when the uncomfortable on purpose, because everything had to be except boredom. He was not shy when we started kissing like teenagers, the only car in the street that night where they washed the pavement.
was not shy at all when I opened the zip, I pulled it out and then how to hide it in the world if you put everything in their mouths, button, incredulous, but decent, and began to suck it seemed like it was not for some time. With taste, that rascal! Savoring the bumps of the veins. Dwelling where he was. Pace and discretion. The
undid his jeans: the thong made me even more pumped blood.
I touched his hands smeared with honey.
The air is perfumed cabin of our aroma.
flavor uncontrollable urge of sex to enjoy, indulge in what comes without prejudice.
We were too visible, too awkward, too infoiati. There
onward moved to another place: we went to a secluded spot, but the discomfort was still there.
"What do we do?" I asked knowing the answer.
"Let's go back," she said pointing to the back seat, and blushing, while the final sentence was lost in shame.
We moved.
We undressed.
Finally his body.
Beautiful, by touching every inch, to explore everything.
moods, smells, sigh, kiss, touch, caress.
all together.
canceling the rest.
creating our island of lust.
He sat on me.
I took the butt, round, firm, finally pink white.
With a touch of black - a loincloth, half wet, half lost among the hard ass.
She sank in herself, began to move the pelvis, regardless of what I could think of.
I put a finger in the butt, unsanitary, perhaps, but certainly wonderful for both.
I was.
was.
But not before I felt that I was using.
convenient for his pigs.
taste my cock to its full length.
Slowly, with a twist at the tip, then slowly again.
Closing my eyes, as she was alone on the island.
Up and down, up and down.
Clutching the back seat between hands when it turned white made me realize that was coming.
The next day the car was returned.
Empty. Cold
.
with its load of memories.
Its weight of responsibility.
And although it was clean hands unaware, however, some of us thought.
Of how we had made from animals. Of how the
sighs echoed in unison.
of how our sex so they fit together naturally.
Of how angry we were very merry.
"Little, tiny, very useful" was my first thought when I thought about everything that had happened.
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