(Finish the story?) It had been a long drive. Several hours..
Published: May 5, 2024 at 10:11:32 AM
(Finish the story?)
It had been a long drive. Several hours only feels like no time at all when you’re enjoying yourself. Being alone. It just makes you miserably lonely. You find yourself weighing options to entertain yourself. The radio? A podcast? For the daring: a movie or tv show. There is a number of you out there that often run the course with masturbation. He was tall and relatively slim with a firm figure, dark brown hair, messy but stylish and waved rightward, a long face with beautiful brown eyes that pierced one's soul, a chiseled jawline of pure dominance, subtle chin; all briefly concealed by a well-groomed beard and mustache. The entity had clearly been crafted by the Gods.
“That’ll be $18.22,” I extend my phone in hand as Himeros follows up touching the tip of my phone slightly, and respectfully, pushing my hand back towards my abdomen.
“I’ve got it.” Confidently the man speaks giving me direct eye contact with a smile.
Knees are weak, breathing is shallow, heart is pounding, and I am seeing stars and I am about to look a fool. The plan was to stop at the store, grab a few energy drinks, a snack or two, and get back to the journey home ahead. Of all places this man, this beautiful, handsome, ‘What the fuck is happening right now?’ God of a man just happens to be in the same store I pause at seamlessly catches my attention and my mind bends the knee.
Through the window of the store my eyes are drawn to something incredible, but alas the object moved quickly being a shelf. Entering the store felt like something of pretending to be a private investigator. “Where did it go? Perhaps it was nothing. Do they have NOS? Where exactly are the energy drinks? Ah, they are right- God damn. Who is that man?!” He is presently placed exactly where I needed to be, and I could not have been surer that it was he that I had taken notice of.
“Got a drive ahead of you?” He addresses me.
“A bit more than another few hours.” I reply.
He acquires a NOS and offers it to me, “This will keep your focus.”
“Is that so?”
“You’ll see.” He says firmly. “What direct are you headed?”
“I’m headed home. That’s about all I know. I’m not from this area.”
“Yeah, you’re not from around here. You have a face I would have remembered.”
And that’s the last thing I remember before “I’ve got it.” Naturally, I freeze up. He pays for my goods, and I make my way out of the store only to be confronted unexpectedly again with “Nice ride. Is it a rental?”
“Cash purchase.”
“Are you in a hurry?” He inquires.
“I suppose I will get home when I get home.”
“Let’s see how it rides.” He presses.
With nothing to comfort my anxiety I fold, inviting him into my car and off we went. “Where-”
“Shh.” He cuts me off. “Just drive.”
After a short time, the tension in my body eases, my heart beings to rest, I feel relaxed and may breathe again. I embark of a slow drive towards the direction of my instruction.
“Pull over a moment. Your car sounds unusual.”
I obliged and pulled the car off onto an unlit driveway. Concerned, I quickly exited the vehicle and we collected ourselves at the hood. We both reach for the hood latch; however, his hand does not make it to the latch. His hand is placed upon my own. Oh, my. Yet again, my shortness of breath quickly returns, heart beats away like a train, and my mind is scrambled eggs. Our eyes meet, but there is no smile. The man wraps his hand firmly around my own, grasps, and places it between his thighs.