It’s dark; it’s late; you decide to wait until the morning to walk for gas. You agree that it’s best to stay in the vehicle and keep each other warm.
You had a wool blanket and a space blanket in your trunk. You pull the back seats down so we could lay together and stretch out feet into the trunk. You hold her in my arms with the wool blanket and space blanket on top.
You start spooning. She presses her ass back into you. You hold her tight. You’re both still wearing your coats.
You apologize. You see your breath as you say the words.
She says, “It’s okay. I wanted cheese sticks. We should’ve waited.”
You say, “If you’re hungry I have a sausage and a protein shake.”
She shakes laughing in your arms, “You’re so dirty. I only brought a clam. Too bad the girls are only for show or I could offer you some breast milk.”
You freeze and laugh together.
She turns in your arms and faces you. “Maybe we should combine our body heat. Take your arms out of your coat. We’ll zip them together like they’re a sleeping bag.”
You try her plan. You press closely together. Her big rack pressing into you. You’re so close: it’s inevitable.
She moves her face closer to yours. Your lips meet. You softly kiss each other. It turns up the heat. The windows fog from your hot breath. Her tongue rolls on yours. You’re kissing a younger sexier woman than your wife. You enjoy it. You’re not rushing things.
She smiles against your lips, “I guess that’s the advantage of being old. You have more experience. You’re so much better at kissing than your brother.”
“I bet I’m better at a lot of other things.”
“Oh yeah?” She raises her eyebrows.
“I’m so hungry, I could eat a kitty. Do you have a kitty I could eat?”
She kisses you and bites on your lower lip. “You’re so bad. If you can get to it, you can eat to your heart’s desire, but you better not expose my skin to the cold air.”
