Night on the road
In the rain, my hips were balancing under the wet dress, which was translucent and so glued to the body.
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It was cold, but I was not going to come back. Mom could not understand. I had to do that … In the auspicious atmosphere, my wild aura came out, so I did not bother that I wasn’t having anything wearing in my feet. I felt wet, alone and … free! The lime tree was smelling and the wind seemed to say a prayer among the leaves. The road suddenly lit up. Crowded by wheels behind me. An old car stopped beside me. I turned my head, when many of the drops in my hair seemed to float in the air. I could only see the guy on the back seat. With his hair caught in a tail and with the guitar in his arms, he was so caught up in his movie that he didn’t notice me.
– What are you doing? Are you coming with us?
Awakening from the trance, I looked toward the driver who proved to have a familiar face, yet unrecognizable. With a glowing air I opened the door and allowed myself to dirty the car with the mud on my feet. The artist looked at me. He smiled, then returned to his guitar, which was sounding extraordinary in his hands. We took off. I tried to seem unbearable, so I looked with interest on the glass, at the leaves of the trees. I felt his presence. With the corner of his eye, he was watching my foot line and he eventually stopped before he could see my almost naked breasts. He smiled again. With his hands on the guitar, as if recorded, in a loud and calm voice, he said amusedly:
– You do not really know that, do you?
I smiled.
– What?
– This thing with … running from home.
I was a little impressed, I smiled and I approached him. I whispered with jovial air.
– How do you know I ran?
He once again looked at my muddy feet.
– Why are you doing this now?
– To meet you.
I laughed in a naughty way.
Everything was art near to him. Guitar, car, air, me. Fleshy lips, brilliant eyes, white skin and hands … the kind of hands that make you wonder how they feel on your back. He put his guitar pick between his lips. With a quick gesture, I took it and put it in my bag. The car stopped. I went out. The rain stopped. In the wet air, from a wooden house, we could hear the sounds of a good rock song. I felt his eyes behind me. I was dancing. I dropped my necklace, so he came near me. He leaned down, took it in his hand and got up so close to my leg that I thought for a moment I felt his breath. I stretched out my hand, smiling.
– Thank you!
– No … it stays with me!
He walked through the house. Whiskey, vodka, champagne … Vodka, whiskey, champagne. Champagne, vodka, whiskey. I chose … whiskey. I liked it so hard how it was burning on my throat that I did not need juice. I was near The bar, watching the party. It seemed like all the people there knew to have fun. Unexpectedly, I felt his breath in my ear. I asked smiling and sure of myself:
– You dance?
– No. he answered seriously.
– Why? I’ll teach you!
The song was so good, and the bass sounded even better in the whisper of whiskey glasses. The boy I did not even know his name, was watching me excitedly. My smiles, the hips that drew so many stories, my hands on my hair and my bare feet … he was not understanding what was with me. But I was in the movie. I was in his movie. I allowed myself to approach him so easily that the wait was much longer. My lips were so close to his neck … So close enough for him to feel their pressure though they did not touch his skin. I looked at him. I turned with my back at him and I continued my ritual, making his hands finally to touch my hips. I felt his breath again on my left shoulder. From inertia he began to move his hips, so we could consider the lesson to be a real success. I just wanted to feel more … closer. Taste it, smell it, understand how much I like it. His hands were finally found on my back. I felt more and more and it was not enough. I got slightly down, almost caressing him with my hips. With a sudden gesture, he lifted me up, he grabbed my hand and he turned me to him. He put his hand in my hair and kissed me. Our mouths were so open that anyone could see the play of our tongues , which was so wet and … wild. I hardly managed to shut up. I was so excited … My whole being was roaming. He felt that. He smiled. He pulled me by the hand. I did not know where he was going to take me. But that did not really matter. Despite the crowd, I could only see him. Time seemed to slow down. I could watch his hand carefully, his hair caught in the tail, his shoulders and his walking. He was an artist. How he was dressing, how he was walking, how he was talking, and especially … how he was kissing. H had the perfect style of kissing, biting and licking my lips, the perfect style of breathing on my skin. My skin that watered unexpectedly and awakened like a trance, I realized I was not at the party anymore. We were out in the warm rain, where the rocks were so natural outlining the lake. I stood on one of the stones, looking at the absolutely fabulous landscape.
– How pretty!
Wind and rain were throwing my hair on all sides, but I could not concentrate on it. I kept watching the lake.
– That’s how you make me feel.
I looked at him. I was getting confused.
– Like how ?
– Free, brilliant and … full!
These words would have sounded strangely from another man’s mouth … But coming from him, they made me so happy that I could only grab his hips, drew him to me and kiss him. Immediately, my condition changed. Our breathing has increased, our rhythm has become more and more alert, and our hands have been asking even more. From my cheek, his hand allowed itself to descend on my neck, and then on my breast almost observable through the wet dress. The other hand was caressing my legs, and I could just let myself be conquered, kissed, loved, and I wanted to take off his T-shirt that was terribly getting in my way. I felt his hand even closer to my hips, under the dress that did not seem an obstacle for him. I’ve got myself around him and I was trying to feel him more, under the rain that was like it was singing us a song. But it was not the rain that wet me so hard. That was him. It made me feel more beautiful than ever, and my sexuality reached a wide margin. My lips did not know where to kiss him faster. On the neck, on his chest, on his forehead … As to his lips … he was kissing my ribs on the line, getting lower and lower. I wanted to love him. His lips already loved me so strong … His tongue wandered freely on my hips until it got so close to the place he wanted so much all night. I left my head on my back, waiting so hard to feel it, to adore how he loves me, how he kiss me. The sound of the rock song were heard louder and harder.
– You’re gonna be awesomebe tomorrow at the concert! I trust you.
The guitar teacher always knew what to say to be sure of me.
– Have you thought of a story about your play?
I smiled naively and answered.
– Yes!
He smiled back at me.
– Very good! I brought your necklace back, but my guitar pick where is it?
