The sidecar companion piece to Rear View Auto Show. I'm on a roll, rolling down the highway...
© 2008 by EllaRegina
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While he was teaching me how to drive a stick I would grasp Alberto's flaccid cock in bed at night and review the day's lesson, using his flesh to move from first into second gear, then to third, idling in neutral, by which time he was usually hard and would fuck me well beyond fifth gear.
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Sometimes, when Alberto was behind the wheel, I would reach across and try to pull his cock out and tease it as I had in bed. Were he not such an excellent driver we would have been killed several times, or arrested by the Carabinieri. Once, on the Autostrada del Sole, I leaned over Alberto's busy hand, coaxed his fat prick out of his baggy pants, put it between my lips and sucked him until he had to pull onto the shoulder and stop the car. If my skull had a blowhole Alberto would have spouted some Abstract Expressionism onto the soft ceiling upholstery.
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The round-knobbed black leather stick shift on Alberto's Fiat was so inviting that I slid it into myself—once I'd sufficiently mastered the gears—using my pussy to shift up or down while Alberto manned the wheel and pedals. I was very happy to relinquish the clutch. We somehow managed this vehicular collaboration and tooled around most of Tuscany one summer quite successfully in this fashion—a shaft of leather and metal rammed inside me as I rode shotgun—my pussy driving the car. It was a great feeling, knowing how to work a stick.
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15 comments:
What? No reverse? ;-)
Why didn't my driving instructor teach me any of these techniques? Perhaps I wouldn't have abandoned my lessons then...
I need to insert some pun about a horn here, but the inspiration isn't flowing...but thanks for these two stories. They certainly got my motor running!
You are definitely on a rrroll, baby. And now we get to go to Tuscany, too. There is something about stick shifts and the way boys handle them so skillfully. I'm imagining quite a lapdance ;-).
Haha, E. No wonder I still cannot drive. Do you suppose reverse would be anal?
Hi, Justine! Glad the stories revved you up. Re horn puns I guess one could do a riff on "horny." But all I keep thinking of are clown horns -- not exactly appropriate. Yes, if only driving lesson had been so "hands-on!"
Thanks for reading, y'all!
Thanks, Donna! Yes, when a guy grasps that ball in his hand and twiddles it around my heart just skips a beat.
It demonstrates a certain kind of physical finesse and one (me, for example) wonders whether the display translates to other "hand talents," like in the bedroom...
And then when the idling shaft is a vibrating blur... What a visual metaphor! Or is something wrong with the car? ;-)
Oh, yes, a lapdance, exactly!!
What were you driving: a Lamborgyny?
How thrilling to take this story for another spin! I love the way it handles!!
Ahahaha! You card, you. Yes, my feet could almost touch the stirrups -- I mean pedals.
Wow. That's something I must admit I've never thought of doing! Lol. Nifty story — thanks for sharing, ER! :)
Thank you, Emerald!
Necessity is the mother of invention. ;-)
I'm such a twat, I read this, loved it, and forgot to say so!
Fabulous story, ER! *applause*.
I vote aye on the sexiness of men driving, too.
You're no twat, Miss Nikki!
I'm so glad you enjoyed the story!
Ooh, very nice, ER. Nothing like driving a stick, huh? I loved this. And you know I loved "Rear View". So hot.
Thanks, Haven. How nice it is to please a real car man. ;-)
oh babe, let me drive.
Anytime, Max.
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