| Straight: Romantic: A Short Drive (1/2) |
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She waited while the driver opened the car door and helped her climb into the passenger seat. Her dress snagged a bit on the door, but he quickly pulled the tattered seam free. Her stockings hung loosely around her ankles and knees. He climbed into the driver's seat as she handed him a torn sheet of paper. The neatly lettered address was only a couple of blocks away. Her hand shook as she fastened her seatbelt so the driver correctly surmised she hadn't written the address. "Good morning," he said. "Such a lovely day." She smiled nervously and nodded. A wisp of silver-gray hair cascaded over one eye. Umber eye shadow, applied unevenly, gave her eyes a sullen, ancient look. A dab of eye shadow marked her nose. During the drive she looked into the vanity mirror on the visor. She tried to straighten her hair with shaking hands. The driver noticed bright read cheekbones and the smear of lipstick at the corner of her mouth. "Well, here we are," he said, coming to a stop. He opened her door, and then noticed her fixing her hair once again. "Thank you," she whispered, looking past the driver with a smile. She slowly limped away, up the sidewalk, toward an elderly gentleman who walked towards her. By his shy smile and adoring gaze, it looked as if he was meeting the most beautiful woman in the world. He reached out his hand and led her into the house. Entering the house, they paused a moment while he closed the door. "Did you enjoy your ride?" "Yes, I had the nicest driver." He nodded toward the stairs with a shy smile. She smiled back and taking his hand she led him up the stairs where they paused midway. She raised his hand to her lips, ignoring the brown age spots and the dark veins, and gently kissed his hand. After a moment they continued up the stairs. Walking into the bedroom she turned to him, looking at the short, white hair that dangled onto his forehead. She ran her fingers through the hair, tossing it back away from his face and then leaned to kiss him. He suddenly wrapped his arms around her as their lips met. She felt his tongue pry open her lips and enter her mouth. Her tongue met his as they lingered in the kiss. Still in his arms, she turned her back to him, he backed up a step and unfastened and unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor as he pulled her back to him, reaching around and cupping her breasts. She could feel his erection pressing against her. He finally unfastened her bra with a bit of difficulty. She turned as he took her breasts, raising them as he moved his head down and kissing each one. They were soft in his hands, with the excess skin rolling over his fingers. While he continued to knead her soft flesh, she unbuttoned his shirt and unfastened his pants. He released her to remove his clothes and watch her slide out of her panties. Both naked now, they came together, her breasts pressing against his stomach. He backed her onto the bed, where she sat at the edge. He tossed a pillow onto the floor and then kneeled on it, moving between her legs. She ran her fingers through his soft white hair as his tongue moved in and out of her. She rested one leg on his shoulder, feeling the loose |
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Short Drive