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The roar of the engine sent its roaring vibrations through the inside of the car, throughout the gear shift and up to my arm, as I carefully navigated the winding switches in my Mustang 68. The gears moved effortlessly, the clutch engaging perfectly, as turn after turn was continually consumed by the power and ease of red beauty. I buried the accelerator in straight lines, while braking with the clutch in the corners, as I made my way through the windy hills, near a small town. I checked the gas gauge and quickly noticed that I needed to stop for the gas.
I stopped at the first gas station I came to and parked next to the only pump available before getting out of the car and walking towards the delicate, dusty store of the station. The letters on the Phillips 66 sign were faded and peeled, showing the lack of care the building desperately needed. The windows and front door were covered with a layer of dust that shouted “Wash Me” as if no one had ever taken the time to clean them the way they needed to be cleaned. The interior was no different. The floors were covered with an inch of dust, with no trace of traces in what seemed months. I suddenly became very suspicious of the old store, quickly regretting the decision to stop, until I looked at the counter and noticed someone standing there, looking at me as I looked around the place with disgust.
What’s going on?
I was taken aside by the sight of the beautiful blonde working behind the counter. It has been Way irrelevant, after dressing nicer than someone who works in the dusty store should be. The blonde locks hung in curls on his shoulders, cascading into the waves as he moved on the black top that coated his upper body. Her breasts hung proudly, showing enough cleavage to be a tease, but leaving little to the imagination. I couldn’t get a look at its bottom half since the meter blocked my view, so I nonchalantly made my way to the registry to pre-pay for the gas I actually needed, while taking the opportunity to steal a shot to what I could not see.
With a smile, “What can I do for you today, sir?”
“Well, I need to fill my car, but I don’t know how much it’s going to take,” I replied, responding, responding to my obvious intentions.
She looked out the window to take a look at the pump my car was parked next door. His eyes slightly widened as they took to the sight of my cherry red Mustang, the way the sunlight was hitting just right to give that glow that many car enthusiasts love to see. She approached the window, her mouth opening slightly agape, as she continued to molest my car with her eyes. The opportunity was on me.
I quickly stole a glance or two at his to complete the mental image I would have stored for later in the evening. Her had the perfect shape of the heart, perfectly in place by the black pants she wore.
Sighing, “I always wanted to take a ride in one of these cars,” she began, before turning back to the counter, “but I never had the opportunity. My father had one, but he sold it when he found out my mother was pregnant with me. What year is she?” she asked, giving me the impression that she may already have the answer.
“What year do you think it is?” I interviewed her, seeing how well she was well versed in the cars she might have.
“Uh,” she began, looking back towards my car, “from the look of body style… I would say… it’s probably somewhere in the 70s?
“Close. It’s more like it was 1968. I might be wrong, however, I said, shrugging my shoulders, doing my best to convey the sarcasm that I am so adept at using.
“That was my first guess!”
Laughing, “Yes, I’m sure!” I said I got my wallet back from my back pocket before taking out some money to pay for the fuel I needed. “Here I’m going to start with sixty dollars. I don’t know if she’ll take it all though.
“Don’t worry, I can always pay for the change,” she says, never losing that warm smile.
“That’s right,” I replied, before returning to my car to pump gasoline.
I lifted the nozzle from the pump and placed it in the car’s gas tank before adjusting the pump handle. The sound of gasoline filling the reservoir surrounded me, breaking the silence of the small town. I hadn’t seen a car pass since I arrived, which makes me uncomfortable in a way. The quiet had a strange feeling to it, as the city housed a dark secret that it did not want strangers to know, including me.
No, not to go there.
I looked at the old rotating dials of the tick-tac pump away at every penny as the gas distributed in the tank of my car. The pump was slower than your modern gas pumps, but I didn’t mind. I was in no hurry to get back on the road, to go home where real life was waiting for me. I was a little disappointed that my vacation ended until I got up to see the girl look at me like gas filled my car. The wheels began to turn in my head as we made eye contact and held each other’s gaze, almost as if we were playing a game of which to look away first.
We held eye contact, my pulse run, as I did my best not to look away first. I could feel my heart beating every second of a second, our eyes remained closed, the way my body reacted to something coming out of my comfort zone. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, being so bold with this strange woman, as if I didn’t care what she thought of me. A slight smile fell on my face when I realized I had to have it.
I’m still on vacation.
Click. The handle of the pump stopped, which made me mistakenly break eye contact with it to see how much money I would be back.
“Really? That’s all? I asked aloud, noting that I was getting a whopping four dollars and seventeen cents in return.
“So how much did he take?”
“Fifty-five dollars and eighty-three hundred,” I replied, making a new eye contact, this time making her blush.
“At least you get Something back, she said, handing me the change.
I took the money from her, voluntarily grazing her hand with my fingers, before stuffing the bills into my pocket. I looked her in the eye. I saw the red quickly flood her face, making me feel good inside knowing that I had the effect on such a beautiful woman as herself. The moment I opened my mouth to speak, she cut me off.
“I think you should take me for a walk,” she asked bluntly.
“What about the store?” I asked, stunned that she had the courage to take a ride with a complete stranger.
“You’re my last customer of the day,” she says with a smile, her face turning a shade of deeper red.
“I, uh, well … All right then, I murmured before smiling at him. I said, “Let’s go.”
“What’s your name?” she asked as I effortlessly passed the third gear, the engine purring in the process.
I said, “Mike. What is your name? I asked that I look over her.
“Larissa,” she replied, smiling.
“Larissa,” I repeated, “I like it.” I ended up with a smile as I drove across the city and on the winding road leading to a secluded beach Larissa had told me once we got into the car.
Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect between us, but no matter how things go, I knew it would be a good time. My vacation was nearing its end, but spending the last one with her was worth it. My trip had not been very hectic, more like the nursing hangover after the hangover while hitting night after night in different bars and nightclubs. I felt a little depressed because I was only attracted to the married women who were there. Nothing of the only type attracted my interest until the drive returned.
Thank God I decided to take another path back.
“This is my favorite place to come when I need a little peace and quiet,” Larissa said I cut the car after pulling up to the secluded beach she sailed us to.
“It’s beautiful,” I replied, noting how clear the water was.
“Yes,” she said, smiling.
“What do you like to do when you’re here?” I asked, wanting to know more about her.
“I like to sit on this rock right there,” showing the giant rock on the beach that looked out over the eau crystalline, “and watch nature take its course. From time to time, someone will pass on a boat, but, for the most part, it’s pretty quiet here.
“It seems so … I started by opening the car door, “I want to know what it is if you don’t mind.”
“Yes, that would be cool!”
We walked towards the rock, walking through the soft sand, when she suddenly slipped her hand into mine. I grabbed his hand before lacing my fingers with his, continuing the walk through the sand until we reached his rock. I helped her climb, deliberately using her to push her over the top of the rock, before following her. I sat next to her before looking over the water, taking in the breathtaking view.
“Wow, you’re right…” I sighed, disappointed that I had missed out on sight all my life.
“I told you,” she says.
I looked at her, noticing the dreamy look on her face. She seemed very happy to be sitting there with me, as if she were where she wanted to be. Seeing happiness made me happy. I felt privileged to be sitting with her in what she called her refuge. I had the feeling that little – if any, people had already sat with her on this rock.
“How long have you been coming here? I asked, turning to face him.
“My family and I have been coming to this beach since I was a little girl. I had always claimed this rock as mine because you can see everything from here. But lately, I’ve been here alone. Well, she goes off before she looks at me, because I had to do it. And not by choice. She looked sad.
“What happened?” I asked, intrigued by his confession.
“Damn, I can’t believe I’m opening up to you like this,” she began, blushing as she got over me, “but my parents and I were in a bad accident a few years ago and I was the only one who made it out alive. My parents were pronounced dead at the scene. After seeing the pictures of the wreckage, there is no way we should be sitting here having this conversation right now.
“Oh, wow … it’s crazy,” I replied, shocked that she told me, but especially since she survived something her parents did not survive.
“Yes, I still don’t understand why I did it, but they didn’t,” she says, looking at the water.
“Someone must have watched over you that day,” I said, watching her look at the water.
“I guess. I mean, I’m at the point where I stopped questioning it, but it always hurts from time to time. It’s the only place I can come and feel at peace with everything. You know what I mean? She turned to look at me again, struggling to hold back the tears.
“Oh, I fully understand what you mean. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never lost a family member like that, but I can only imagine what you’ve been through. It makes sense that you want to come here. It’s like your, I ran away before smiling at him, “happy place.”
“You know, it’s a great way to say it!”
We closed our eyes, his smile widening, as I tried to gather the courage to bend over and kiss her. It’s not that I was afraid she’d reject me, I didn’t know what she’d think given the content of the conversation. She didn’t have to tell me about her parents. She didn’t have to tell me why this rock meant so much to her. She didn’t have to invite me to this secluded beach. She didn’t have to ask me to take her for a ride in my car. She didn’t need to be so nice to me at the store. She didn’t have to do that, but she did. And then I was trying to grow them to kiss her until she caught me off guard.
Biting her lip, she walked towards me, our faces a few inches from each other, before gently pressing her lips against mine. I was surprised, stunned not to have had the chance to take the first step. I quickly bounced back, regaining my composure, before grabbing her side and pulling her against me. Embracing her deepest, hands running up and down her back, she slowly pushed me until I lay on the hot surface of the smooth rock. She rode my waist, lying on top of me to get closer, as our lips joined as one.
I wasn’t sure what to do with things and how they progressed, but I wasn’t complaining. I had it on me, our lips locked together, hands wandering on each other, but we had just met. I didn’t know if what had happened was fate, or if it was by chance. I know that waking up that morning, being on a rock with a beautiful woman was the furthest thing from my mind.
I ran my hands down to the hem of his shirt before slowly pulling him behind his back, suggesting that I wanted him removed to reveal his body to my curious look. She sat down, smiling at me, before taking off her shirt and throwing it next to us. I sat down with her, reaching around her back, before quickly unplugging her bra, sliding it over her shoulders and down to the stacked shirt. I ran my hands up and down her bare torso, feeling her breasts and hard nipples against the palms of my hands, before running them into her tight stomach.
“You’re so sexy,” I mumble, piling up to kiss her neck, my hands sliding toward her smooth back, pulling her tighter against my growing bulge.
“Fuck,” she moans, letting her head roll back as I gently bit it down on her flesh and began to suck.
I walked away before looking her in the eye, showing her what lust I could gather. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen a girl like she did at the time. Her eyes seemed glassy, her breathing slightly laborious, before she reached the bottom to remove my shirt from me.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she says with a grateful look on my bare torso.
“Oh yes?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Raising his eyebrow to make fun of me, “Mhm.”
“Well,” I replied, pressing my lips firmly against hers once more.
With a groan, she reached down and began groping with the belt of my pants, quickly untie before reaching inside and grabbing my puffy limb. Kissing me more and more deeply, she squeezed him as tightly as the angle would allow, prompting an unexpected groan from my mouth.
With a laugh, “feel good, baby?”
“Of course the fuck did,” I pulled back with a wink, his grip tightening.
“Okay, ” she smiled before grabbing the size of my pants and boxers, pulling them both at once, my hard cock bobbing in its wake. “Fuck…” she gasped.
I said, “What?” I asked with a smile.
“My God,” she sighed, before wrapping her thin fingers around my throbbing tree.
“Do you like that or anything?” I asked, knowing clearly the answer.
Looking at me before i aconisting my dick, “Oh shut up!”.
Laughing, “That’s what I thought,” I laughed back with a wink.
Larissa smiled at me, shaking her head, before stroking my tree. His nimble fingers tightened the head of my cock with each blow, slightly laxing that his hand went down to the base. She kept the same tempo, staring at me, before slowly lowering her head and extending her tongue. Her wet appendix grazed the head of my cock, slowly circling around her, before focusing on the sensitive underside, her hand maintaining her slow movements.
Removing my cock from his grip, his tongue worked on either side before returning to the head. She closed her lips around the bulbous part of my fuck ingstick, sucking and flicking her tongue around the underside, before taking more and more of my cock deeper into her wet mouth. I don’t know if she intended to tease my dick or not, but, if she had, those shots came out the window very quickly.
She grabbed the base of my cock tightly as her head bobbed up and down my tree, head hitting the back of her throat as her mouth made these “gluck” noises. I reached down and took a handful of hair, taking control of the situation, as I began to kiss his mouth. I felt my cock reach the back of her throat before pushing deeper, see how ready she was to take. To my surprise, the head crept into the tight confines of her throat, before she began to swallow around my meat.
“Fuck,” I moaned, trying to push my entire length down his throat before retiring.
I pulled half of my cock out of her mouth, just enough for her to catch her breath, before flipping my length into the tight tunnel of her throat. Squeezing the tighter hair ball, I sawed in and out of his mouth, building speed and tempo, as I felt the urge to quickly release the construction.
“Damn, I’ll enjoy if you don’t stop me,” I growled, my dick swell in his mouth.
With a groan, she forced my dick pread deep down her throat, swallowing with everything she had. I couldn’t hold back. Grunting and moaning a few obscenities that I’m not even sure, I held his face near my pelvic bone as rope after sperm rope made its way into his stomach. I loosened my grip as the last of my sperm flowed down his throat.
With a smile, she sucked and tasshed the sensitive head of my cock, making me squirm and make the attempt to move away from her reach. Giggling, “What, is it too much for you to handle?”
“It’s fucking sensitive!” I laughed as she walked away before moving towards me with another kiss.
I kissed her back as I overthrew us, laying her on her back, before kissing me in her neck. I left a trail of wet kisses along her neck, on her collarbone and up to her pert breasts. I looked up at her face to assess the reaction my lips had on her as my lips closed on one of her hard nipples. His eyes rolled at the back of his head, his lips tightened in this famous “O” shape, as I began to suck the hard knot, my hands caressing his sides. Trapping his nipple between my teeth, my tongue went out, flashing its way on to the booby-trapped pebble.
I said, “Oh. My. God! she stammered, her back arched on the rock, her hands clenching at the back of my head, as my tongue continued to circle in my mouth.
Sucking on his hard bud, my hand made its way to his other nipple, grabbing it between my thumb and forefinger. I smiled as she inhaled heavily, arched her back further while I worked her nipples to the best of my ability. She began to writhe under me, her hands pushing my face into her chest even stronger. I took more of his globe flesh into my mouth before biting down, eliciting a loud moan ingen our pretty mouth. I released her breast from my mouth before continuing to kiss my way into her body.
I wanted to taste it as bad as I wanted to tease. My lips were dragging their way into his tight stomach, reaching the belt of his pants, as I looked at him once again. She looked at me with lust in her eyes. I held my gaze as I slowly kissed her away from her waist line, making my way on to her navel, before kissing just under her breasts. I ran my tongue under the swell of each breast, watching his reaction as my lips gathered between her fleshy globes. Frustration began to build up within her, evident from how her lips were barely separated, to the transformation of them gathering and her eyebrows furrowed.
I smiled at him before my hands made their way into his back and up his. I grabbed the belt of her pants, looking at her, as I began to pull them down. Larissa lifted her from the rock, allowing the elastic band of her pants and panties to slide down her and along her legs, joining the pile of the other discarded garment.
My grateful eyes wandered over her body, taking in all the curves and all she had to offer me. Her breasts were elating from her heaving chest, slightly trembling with every breath she took. I ran my hands over his fleshy globes, kneading and pressing them, before making my way into his tight stomach. I felt his abs flex with each breath as my hands dragged lower and lower. With my hands sneaking around her thighs, I looked up to give her a wink, before walking dangerously close to her wet sopping cunt.
“Oh my God, you’re fucking teasing, aren’t you?”
King of teasing, baby, I answered with a wink before slipping my hands on her thighs, away from the wettest I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck,” she moans as I began to caress her inner thighs, moving slowly towards her pussy.
My hands working their way on her soft flesh, moving closer and closer to her wet, her moans began to increase. I continued to turn my fingers around his outer lips, dangerously close to touching the hot liquid flowing from his shaved consacles. She started moving her hips plus my fingers were at her wet, trying to gain more stimulation than I kept refusing her by moving my hands away. I could say that she was frustrated with me, wanting and needing my touch more than she thought possible. I let my fingers gently run over his clitetme, down his wet adornment and back up before pulling my hand away.
“What’s wrong?” I asked with a smile.
“You’re a fucking tease!”
“Don’t you like to be teased or something?” I asked, smiling at her.
“Well, I mean I do … but I really need you to… Touch me… or fuck me…” she fled as she began to blush.
“What do you need me to do?” I asked, knowing very well what she said.
“I…” she started as she bit her lip and looked at me, “uh… I need you…” she runs away again.
“Come on, you can say it,” I urged him.
“I need you to fuck me…” she said shyly, looking away as she blushed and bit her lip stronger.
At that time, I was as hard as a rock. Seeing her naked shape, how wet she was for me, and her shy behavior, really made me go once again. I was willing to give in to what she wanted, I just wanted her to be bold and tell me.
“Do you need me to fuck you?” I asked with the same smile.
“How bad?” I went downstairs to pack his face and make him look at me.
“Really bad. I mean, can’t you Say She asked, looking at the puddle between her legs.
“I know, I just want to hear you say it.”
As she bit her lip further, she looked me straight in the eye, blushing all the time, “I need you to fuck my tight, wet pussy. That’s it for you, baby, she said, her face burning dark red.
“Fuck…” I ran away before bending over to kiss her hard and deep.
With a groan, she grabs the back of my head, laceding her fingers into my hair, before pushing her tongue into my mouth. I separated my lips to allow his tongue access to the tongue to probe that our tongues began to dance. I slowly moved over her, lips locked together, until she was flat on her back. I reached down and grabbed my hard cock before running head up and down his wet split, collecting his running juice, before lining up with the entrance of his soaked consactity. I broke the kiss before I looked deep into his eyes. The moment of truth was upon us, my cock at its entrance, as I slowly sunk into its tight depths, its walls contracting around me until my full length was incorporated inside it.
“Damn, you’re tight,” I said, resting my forehead against his.
Mmm, and you’re tall, she replied, rubbing my back as I held deep to allow her to fit my waist.
“Don’t lie,” I winked at her before slowly slipping my hard cock in and out of her tight pussy.
“Ssshhh – OH FUCK!”
“What was it?” I asked, just holding the head of my dick inside his squeezing lips.
“Shut up and – FUCK, BABY!”
“Shut up and what?” I laugh at myself as I slowly fucked her.
“Fuck me…” she mumbled, blushing and biting her lip as she looked away from me.
“What was it?” I asked, holding deep with an armed eyebrow.
Looking squarely into my eyes, she began to move her hips under me, working my cock as deeply as she would go before she said, “fuck my tight little pussy.”
As I sneaked my upper body with my hands, I fucked her with everything I had, making her screams ring on the rock and up to the water. She locked her legs around my waist the more I fucked her, her hands reaching and trying to grab something to hold.
I said, “Oh. My. whore. Hell!”
I drove the length of my cock as deep as I could, grinding my pelvic bone against its clitaction. I felt his body stretched, going rigid, the deepest and harder I land against that magical love button. With a loud moan, I felt her body let go, her back arched with the rock, as her orgasm torn through her body. Her writhing body, combined with her surging, pushed me to the brink of explosion.
“Easy, woman… I’m not done with you yet,” I said, grabbing her hips and holding her tightly against me to keep her from moving.
“Oh my God, it was amazing,” she moaned with a blush, looking at me as she bit my lip.
I smiled at him with a wink before I looked at my car. I was almost sure that red beauty was the main reason to get me into blonde beauty under me. For some reason, I suddenly felt the need to pay tribute to the car that may or may not have given Larissa the desire to fuck me at his place of solitude.
“Come with me,” I said as I went out before getting up and helping him get up.
“Where are we going?”
“You will see,” I replied, taking his hand before descending from the rock and heading towards the red Mustang.
I picked her up and sat her on the hood of the car before moving between her legs, wrapping my arms around her back. She locked her legs around my waist before cutting off my face with her hands, lowering her head, before placing her soft lips against mine. I kissed her back, running my hands up and along her soft flesh, moaning to escape her lips as they parted.
Taking me off guard, she unlocked her heels before sliding out of the car and leaning over the hood, spreading her cheeks for my grateful look. Grabbing the base of my hard cock, I rubbed the head up and down his wet lips, collecting his juice, eyeing his most private orifice.
“Do you like what you see, baby?” she asked, looking over her shoulder to wink at me.
“Damn, I do,” I replied in the blink of an eye.
I said, “Good. Oh fucking, baby…” she moaned as I slipped my cock inside her self-lubricated hole.
I pushed my entire length as deep as it would go and he kept there, his hands still keeping his wide open for me. I noticed that she was still looking at me so, with another wink, I dropped a spoonful of spitting directly on her forbidden hole before slowly working a finger inside. Her lips slightly separated with a moan, my finger slipping deeply, as I slowly moved in and out of her tight.
“I feel so… full, she moaned as I synchronized the thrust of my finger with the thrust of my dick.
“Wait until my dick is inside your tight ass,” I said bluntly, making her moan even louder.
I gradually worked my finger deeper and harder, matching push for thrust with my cock. I fucked her faster and faster, feeling her body stretched around my cock pushing.
“Are you going to make the cum on my dick, baby?” I asked, working my finger deeper into her.
I said, “Fuck. Kiss. Hell, I’m going to make sperm! fuck!”
“Tell me what you want now, ” I ordered, sweeping my fist around his golden locks.
“Oh fucking, baby … fuck my ass, she moaned.
She did not have to tell me twice. With a tight hand grabbing her hair, I pulled out of her tight conselle before slowly working the head of my cock in her most forbidden orifice. She left a sigh more my cock flowed into the depths of her bowels, acting as a tight fleshy vice grabbing and squeezing my cock until our thighs were firmly pressed against each other.
“Fuck my ass, baby. I fucking need it…” she said like she started moving on my dick.
“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” I asked, tightening the grip of her blonde hair.
“Just for you. Damn it!”
“Just for me?” I asked, pulling halfway as I waited for his response.
“Only for — fucking shit!” “Only for you.”
“I like to hear that,” I say with a smile, clinging to my hair.
“Okay, now fuck my ass, ” she ordered.
I grabbed his hip with my other hand as I started pushing in and out of his, building speed with each shot. Her moans echoed on the hood of the car the more I fucked her, coupled with the sounds of our skin in contact. I drove deeper and stronger with each push, making sure she took every inch of my hard limb. Her moans became louder and louder, which led me to give her what she desperately wanted.
“Damn, woman…” I moaned.
“What?” she asked, looking over her shoulder with that sensual look on her face.
“Your ass is so fucking tight,” I replied, not letting it go.
With a groan, “That’s it for you, baby.”
“Well,” I replied, “now fucking fuck ingesttoer for me, bitch,” said I, pressing her face against the steel of the car as I fuck her as hard as I could.
“Fuck!” he said.
I tightened her hip as I fucked her as hard and deep as I could. I wanted her to cum once more before releasing the contents of my balls into her lower abdomen. I was still in shock that she wanted me to fuck her ass, let alone want me in her in the first place. I’m sure the car had something to do with it, but still. If I hadn’t found this ‘alternative path’, I wouldn’t have been balls deep into the gorgeous girl who was shouting my name.
“God fucking! Don’t stop, I’ll – FUCKKK!”
She has hers, now it’s time to have mine.
I let go of her hair before grabbing her hips with both hands. I continued to fuck her through her orgasm, quickly noting how fast mine was approaching.
“You better fuck my ass,” she asked.
“Keep running your slutty mouth like that and I will,” I said, “close to the edge of the no-return.”
“I need your sperm in me, baby! Please?
“fuck!” he said. I moaned, tightening his hips tightly as I pulled rope after sperm rope deep into his bowels.
“That’s it, baby!”
I drained the last of my cum before my worn cock slipped from her ass, the muscle knotted quickly closing to seal my seed inside it. I leaned against the door of my car to catch my breath before it got up and faced me. I gave her a smile before pulling her towards me and wrapping my arms around her.
“Damn,” said I, holding her against me, looking her in the eye.
“How was he?” he asked.
“Fucking amazing,” I replied with a smile.
“I agree. To be honest, I can’t believe I made you fuck my ass…” she runs away with a blush.
“Yes, I was a little sun-wcovered by it, but it was still as hot as hell,” I said.
“Yes?” I was afraid you’d think I was a slut and you didn’t want me anymore,” she says with a face.
“Of course not. I love it when a girl knows what she wants,” reassured her with another smile.
“Well, I’m happy,” she smiles.
The roar of the engine sent its vibrations roaring through the inside of the car, throughout the gear shift, and up to my arm, as I carefully navigated the meandered switchbacks in my Mustang ’68. The gears moved effortlessly, the clutch engaging perfectly, as turn after turn was continually consumed by the power and ease of red beauty.
“I fucking love you,” I said, patting the dash of my car as I approached the part of my journey.
My Mustang 68 was my pride and joy, the epitome of my happiness, but even more so after my meeting with Larissa. We stay in touch and even meet from time to time to see each other, but without my car, none of this would have been possible. Everything was generated from the car, from the Red Desire he created.