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Good-bye flat, good-bye plants, good-bye TV, good-bye bed, good-bye friends, good-bye work, good-bye everyone and everything Ive ever known, Im off to find freedom.
As I reach the 100 km signs and speed up I can hardly believe Im leaving. If Chris hadnt gone off his head at me last night Id be getting ready for work now. And in half an hour Id be snowed under with all the paperwork and bitchiness and backstabbing Id gotten used to. Id be hating myself and nothing would be any different.
Im glad Im going, I feel free and that nothing matters. I dont care that everything I own is still in my flat, the key is in the door, so maybe someone will find a use for it. I wonder how long it will take them all to miss me? No-one will have any idea where Ive gone, but then I dont even know where Im headed myself. It doesnt matter, I have all I need in my panelvan; a bed in the back, a few clothes, some food and cooking equipment. I can go anywhere and stop when I like. Where ever I go I have no past, no future, no conscience, no ties.
Ive been driving for two hours now and I can feel my mind wandering. I guess last night is catching up with me. I couldnt sleep, I tossed and turned all night and even when I made the decision to leave, to just drop my life and start again, I didnt sleep well. I guess it was anticipation and anxiety.
The country side that Im driving through is so boring, dead flat, no trees the road disappearing into forever. There is a small dark blob in the distance. As I get closer it takes shape, it is a hitch hiker, male. Im tired, my mind is wandering and so is the car, I need a distraction, someone to talk to. I stop. Hes in his late 20s, has a shaved head and black eyes that drink you in, lapping up your soul. His lips are well defined and feminine, teeth perfectly straight, white and babyish. When he speaks the words glide from his lips. Im transfixed by those lips and those eyes seem to see right through my loose shirt, drinking in the beauty of my soft white breasts. Im not wearing a bra and my nipples tingle from the gaze of this handsome stranger.
The conversation is casual at first, he too is a drifter free from commitments, not running away but running free. The mutual attraction is obvious. His eyes wander over the ample curves of my body, like the soft caress of a feather. I am drowning in his eyes, hypnotised by the black depths. Still the world speeds by, the road never altering. Gradually the conversation becomes more intimate and sexual. He removes his shirt, the air conditioning can do nothing to cool the rising heat in the car, which has little to do with the blazing sun. He throws his shirt onto the bed in the back, he has thrown down the gauntlet. An unspoken invitation to retire to the back, to give vent to the sexual tension building between us. Sex with a nameless stranger, no commitment, no ties, no future to share, no shared past, free and abandoned, the expression of a base sexual urge.
My eyes are drinking in his chest, bare and brown and glistening with perspiration. His arms are hard and smooth, I want to kiss them, run my tongue over the muscles, caress them. I feel as if Im in a dream and this cant be happening to me. My nipples are hard and standing out against my shirt, my crotch is wet and I imagine the shiny juices collecting between my lips, waiting, begging, needing him inside me. He needs me too, the hard bulge in his ragged jeans expresses his need, his longing. My eyes drink in the bulge, my lips want to feast on his penis, to lick, sip, suck and swallow, his seed. His eyes beckon me and Im transfixed unblinking, staring into his. I dont notice the movement of his hand, but a shiver passes over me as his hand brushes my nipple as he unbuttons my shirt. His eyes drop as he opens my shirt, my eyes fix on the road ahead, the trees in the far distance. The perspiration trickles down the deep furrow between my breasts. His fingers trace the shape of my breasts and circle round my nipples before gently massaging them. My body arches involuntarily, Im yearning for him, to feel his lips on my nipples to run my hands over his firm body, to yield to his every desire.
I pull into a roadside picnic ground and stop the car under a leafy old gum. I turn and kiss him. His lips are so soft, his kiss so tender. He tastes so sweet. His tongue, like a feather traces mine. He feels so hard and strong in my arms. I pull him into the back. We collapse on the bed. Slowly and tentatively he removes my clothes. I am naked and he lies beside me drinking in every curve, every freckle, every imperfection. Under his gaze I feel like a goddess.
His lips touch my nipple, tenderly he sucks and flicks it with his tongue. He swaps to the other and continues, I groan with pleasure. He continues to alternate between my breasts. The nipples stand to attention, pleading for more, crying for his lips. Gradually his mouth becomes firmer satisfying my need. My hands are caressing his back and I run them over his shaved head, feeling the prickly stubble and delighting in the sensation. His back is broad and smooth. The muscles of his arms hard and sensual. His lips leave my nipples and travel down. His tongue leaves a shiny trail over my stomach. He traces his tongue around my navel, then darts in and out teasing my pussy, making it want him even more. His hands tease me, running up and down my inner thighs. My pussy is aching and my clit is throbbing and hard, begging for his attention.
He slips his tongue down over the hair of my mound and lightly flicks my clit. A wave of pleasure shoots through me to my very centre. He buries his face in my pussy, licking, sucking, lapping, gently biting. He plunges his tongue deep inside me between rapidly flicking my clit. I can feel the orgasm building within me, burning in my clit and shooting down deep inside me, causing me to cry out unable to contain my pleasure. He laps up all my juices and kisses me hard. I savour the taste of myself on his lips, I lick all remaining traces away and relax in his arms.
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