She makes me nervous, all confident and proud of herself, and what we're about to do seems so wrong.
"Can you choke me?"
"No, I'm not into that!""
"Okay, then I'll find a man who can handle me!"
"I can choke you!"
We decide to meet at the gas station at 2am.
"Get in!"
"Your not going to kill me are you?" Nervous laughter
I don't answer.
What a foolish thing to say.
Though it has crossed my mind.
She's not scared, being in a stranger's car.
She's young, 12 years younger, married, kids at home.
"So what do you want to do?" I nervously ask.
"Let me just make this easy for you." She pulls out her breasts, they are both pierced.
I have to touch! And kiss.
She has a wicked smirk.
A gap in her front teeth.
Madonna.
A sexual object, nothing more.
She's bigger than my wife.
Firmer too.
Tall.
Long black hair.
Incredibly thich thighs.
She's wearing only 3 things: black leather jacket, short red dress, black boots going to just below her knees.
It's freezing outside.
It's hot in my truck.
I rub her knee and she releases a breath loudly.
Sliding my hand up her thigh, she opens her legs.
She is moist, and shaven.
I relax.
Her wicked smirk.
Her greedy desires.
My own!
In the back of my truck I undress as she takes off her snowy boots.
"You just tell me what you want me to do".
She's on her hands and knees looking forward.
I pull up her dress and reveal my prize.
She has another piercing.
She's not new to this!
I enter her.
She's on her back, looking at me.
I taste her.
She's on her hands and knees looking forward.
I pull her hair.
I finish.
I examine her body.
Stretch marks in a zebra pattern, going from her navel to below her waist and on the sides of her round hips, and plump buttocks.
She is a beautiful woman.
I'm still in the mood somehow.
We drive. We talk. We smoke.
I return her to her car.
I go home.
I take a shower.
I cuddle with the woman in my bed.
I sleep good.

© Michael J Harris