[I don’t know if anyone will like this. I write for myself really. Let know if you would like to read more]
As the car rolled to a complete halt, I banged the steering wheel with my hands. It wouldn’t help in the least but it made me feel a lot better, for about ten seconds. The engine fired once again, out of sheer spite then fell silent.
I sat back and looked around. In every direction, the southern Kalahari stretched, shimmering into the distance: gavel plains, crags, red baked earth, stunted juniper trees. This was crap.
I looked through the paper work on the passenger seat and found the phone number of the rental company back in Joburg. I tapped the number into the phone then looked dumbly at the phone: no signal. This bigger crap. The road from van Zylrus to Hotazel sees little traffic and it could be a long time before another car passes. I may even have to stay the night. I wasn’t overly concerned: I had water and I had food.
I opened the window a bit and felt the sharp bite of the hot wind. The car would heat up quickly so I opened all four windows fully and sat in the partial shade on the passenger seat. In the distance, vultures soared and I laughed at my predicament.
The hours ticked by and I amused myself singing songs, very badly. The sun had started to dip lower and I could feel the heat easing. I took off my shirt and fanned myself with the rental company folder. But I felt the energy drain from fanning myself was more than the temporary respite from the heat so I gave up.
I watched the sun sinking until it was close to the horizon, but the scene was soporific and I nodded off, into a dream land where I had been in an arranged marriage with a mermaid *and* a female hedge fund manager from Tokyo. The dream was getting interesting, with a discussion about whether mermaids have cuter butts than hedge fund managers, when the mermaid started kicking my foot.
“No stop it, Mermy. Stop it!” I spluttered.
The mermaid’s face suddenly appeared to be a brunette with soft almond eyes and a mouth leering at me. I shook myself. A tall woman was kicking my foot, muttering “Oi. Come on dude! Wake up”
I jumped and looked around. Who the fuck was this mad woman, all laughter and big hands and klicking my feet and WTAF!?!
The apparition handed me an open bottle of water. “Fuck, you look trashed,” she said as I gulped down thew cool water.
She waited for me to fully regain composure and sat down on her haunches in front of me.
“Who are you?” I asked eventually.
“Secret,” she responded, taking the water back.
“OK, Secret. Why are you here?”
“I saw you parked up and reckoned you need a little help. Right? Wrong?” She laughed again. I felt like an idiot.
“Maybe”
She took a swig from the bottle and looked around. “You picked a shit place to break down, dude”
“Is there a good place?”
“Yup. In about four kilometres theres a small group of trees around an old farmhouse”
“Ah,” I replied, unsure how that knowledge would help me.
“So what are you going to do then?” she asked as I stood up.
“I guess I throw myself at your mercy and beg for a ride,” I said, looking at her properly for the first time. She was tall, very brown and slim, plenty of freckles and wearing a short denim dress. Bare legs were shod in impossibly dusty Converse sneakers. She looked mid 20s. 24? 25? 26?
She handed the water bottle back to me again.
“Beg, you say?”
In the long silence, I looked away at the horizon and the now setting sun. The silence extended for longer while I tried to make sense of that.
“Please will you take me to Hotazel. Or further. So I can call someone to pick up this shit car” I eventually asked, in a slightly theatrical whiny voice.
She turned on her heels and walked away, back to her car and got in. The engine roared into life and I stood aghast. I grabbed my bag from my car and jumped the few paces to her window. I still looked shocked.
She turned to look at me, inches away from her face and simply said “I said ‘Beg'”
My blood chilled instantly. This was no game. I was stuck here for the night if this crazy woman didn’t take me.
“Errrr. Please please please will you take me to Hotazel. I’ll pay you.” My voice cracked a little bit. I was genuinely anxious to get away from here.
She looked ahead then back at me.
“One condition. You fuck me,” she said. “You fuck the living daylights out of me”
I was stunned. This wasn’t a usual hitch-hiking pick up gambit.
“Errrrrrr.” I pursed my lips and shrugged. Yes, this was definitely new for me.
She waited.
“Is that a yes or a no?” she asked.
“It’s a yes?” I replied with a definite question mark. This was a trick, right? Some homicidal maniac boyfriend would leap out from somewhere (but where?) with an axe, surely. “Ummm, yes,” I continued more definitively. My mind was doing overtime.
There was silence again while she stared at the boiling red sun, now half way across the horizon. She turned and flashed a huge smile. I wondered if perhaps she was the axe murderer.
“OK,” she said. “Now we’re cooking on gas”. I inwardly shrugged, wondering if I was still actually with the mermaid.
She reached out of the car window and pulled me towards her, wrapping her arm round my head. Our faces crushed and she kissed me, full on.
She stopped. “You are going to have to lose the startled look, honey”
I laughed, and leaned back to kiss her. Her lips felt raw and bruised, chapped and windswept. Her mouth opened and tongues swirled and touched. I felt the electricity lighting me as our kiss became more urgent, more frenzied. I could taste mint but also saliva.
I opened the car door and she half fell onto me as I pulled the door over.
“Do you mean here?” I asked, incredulously.
“Well yes, of course! If I wait until Hotazel or Kuruman, you might slink off into the darkness and forget about me,” she said. I was left pondering how little she seemed to know about men, but shrugged.
“Fair enough”
She walked round to the back of the vehicle and opened the rear doors. I followed meekly. I’m not normally ‘meek’ but this isn’t ‘normal’.
She sat on the edge of the rear compartment and lifted her dress up. White panties.
Again I looked around for cameras, the axe boyfriend or the cameras from some Japanese TV show. No. No one. It was just me, a big SUV and a gorgeous mad girl spreading her legs.
“Do you want to, ummmm, show me your boobs?” I asked, stupidly. She gave me a withering look.
“No, dude. That’ll come in due course. Eat me”
I knelt in the sand by the back of the car, leaving my face in the right place. I smelt her now, faint aroma of salt and earthiness, like fresh warm earth. A fresh, vibrant smell. I felt myself hardening quickly.
i leaned forward to kiss her panties, stretched thinly over her treasures. I nuzzled through them, creating a dip outlining her labia. i felt her squirm and i kissed again. She pulled her dress higher and i pushed my hand behind i, sweeping over her warm belly.Her back arched and she lifted as she lay back in the car. Her hand reached out to try to grab my head, but she missed and she swore. I breathed warm air onto her and I sensed her flower opening up, the aroma strengthening by the second.
She flicked her legs together and I pulled the panties downwards, revealing her pussy, sweetly framed by gingery-browny fuzz. As she spread her legs again, I heard the lips peel wetly apart. This time her feet kept on moving leaving her wide open, and her lips gaped.
I tilted my head forward and touched her inner thigh with the tip of my tongue. She flinched as I drew my tongue across the inside of her thighs, sweeping the damp sweat from her. I crossed to the other thigh and repeated the exercise, sensing her hips tense and release as I caressed her thighs with my tongue.
I looked into her core, seeing the pool of slick honey filling the gap, tiny strands now stretching to her thighs. i dragged my finger from her perineum up through her slit, opening it, releasing the grool and pulling it upwards in a long clear rope. I pushed my thumb into my mouth, tasting her saltiness. I leaned in again and licked again, this time rimming her slightly. A low moan came from somewhere up the head end of her. I grabbed her thighs and pulled myself into her, pressing my face into the wetness and searching for her clit with my tongue. I circled it and then tried to suck it into my mouth as it swelled and hardened. Her legs closed over me and I felt her breathing quicken and become urgent.
I lapped slowly, drinking in the goo and flickering over her clit slowly but with determination. The rhythm built slowly and I tried to react to her body, continuing when she flinched or gasped and dropping whatever brought no reaction. I kept the speed up. She spoke no words.
She started grinding her his outwards against my face and i pressed in harder, trying to get my tongue inside her. I was also hoping she was clean.
I continued as she pounded my face, quickening her pace and with one hand now twisted though my hair, pulling me into her. My face was wet and sticky, but still she went on. Suddenly, her breath was only evert second or third go, unable to take every breath. Her back arched harder.
“My nipples, my nipples”, she gasped.
I thrust my hand up her dress to try and wrestle it into her bar. I twisted my fingers and shoved them in, finding a smaller boob than I had expected, but with considerably bigger nipples . I squeezed one.
“Fuck yesssssss,” she hissed through clenched teeth, her back off the floor. With my other hand I gently slid three flat fingers into her. She cried out as i did. I pulled them into a hook and yanked them hard backwards. Within seconds of finding her rhythm, I heard the sound of extreme wetness building, and I felt her vagina expand around my fingers, bloating and trying to expel my fingers. I plunged deeper into her, faster and felt her bounce. Liquid streamed out of her and she suddenly gasped and her fingertips grasped the edge of the flooring. With that, a small jet of liquid flushed from her. She twisted away from me, pulling my hand out of her as a second jet sprayed up, crossing my face. I jerked away instinctively, but frozen in horniness at the spectacle.
She sat half up, on her elbows, her face flushed pink and with ragged, heaving breaths.
“Kiss me,” she urged, pulling me up and onto her. I flailed around but our mouths met and she crushed my lips, her tongue searching. Below, I felt another splash of liquid soaking into my jeans. Then a fourth and fifth.
She hugged me as we kissed and I loomed over her. Her breathing slowed, and the rhythm of the kiss broke.
“You like?” she asked, peering up in the shadowy gloom of the half light.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m7sn61/hotazel_mf