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An Erotic Tale, Told in Several Volumes, by Nick Faraway, or: /u/YourFavoriteEscape
Volume Two: ‘Ambedo'
"n. A kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—briefly soaking in the experience of being alive, an act that is done purely for its own sake."* [via dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com]
3. Blurry Lights (December 3rd, 10:02 PM)
A couple seconds of silence passed, then the first song on Christina’s CD begun to play. I couldn’t recognize it, at first; it just sounded like swirling cymbals to me, almost purely ambient; then, the drums kicked in. "Tusk!", I belted out. "I love this song!"
A smile spread across her face. "Great minds", she said, almost stoically.
I settled back into my seat and lowered my hands from the taxi’s heaters, while gazing out the passenger’s-side window. Blurry lights swished passed under a transparent curtain of snow; the effect was entirely hypnotic, when combined with the Fleetwood Mac.
"Mind if I take the long route?" Christina asked. "The view from the mountains is gorgeous tonight. I know, because I just came to pick you up from the air-port." I looked away from the window and toward her. Christina continued: "And frankly, it doesn’t sound like you are in any real rush tonight, sweetie." She turned to smile back at me, her amber eyes reflecting the gleam from the the on-coming traffic. Christina’s smile was genuine, but not without a concealed intent.
"Sure", I said. "I wouldn’t mind that at all; sounds kinda nice, actually." I smiled back at her, then everything seemed to turn quiet; it was as if someone pressed mute on our conversation. Both of us stared forward through the taxi’s windshield, avoiding any more eye contact, likely both thinking the same thing: Why am I entertaining this?
4. The Long Route (10:11 PM)
When the silence finally became unbearable, I broke it by asking: "Can you see the stars from up there? The mountains, I mean."
Christina smiled again, this time with considerable more restraint. Her eyes seemed slightly fainter – dim even, like those of a person talking to a complete stranger. Then, she said: "You can. When I was driving to you from the air-port, it nearly took my breath away." Christina reached out a hand to turn the music down a little, so she could talk quieter. "I love that moment when you start driving down the mountain and the town is laid out there in-front of you, all glittery and shimmering. Catches my breath every single time." Christina’s eyes began to glow again, like a fire spontaneously combusting, before the last wisp of smoke rises into the air.
"Me too", I said, feeling the warmth in her eyes kindle inside my stomach again.
Christina began to blush, then asked: "Mind if I wind down my window to have a smoke? If it bothers you – the smoke, that is – just say so. I’m not meant to in here anyway, but–"
"–Sometimes you do", I finished, grinning. "Is it okay. … But only if I can wind my window down too and join you?"
"Of course!", she said, laughter trailing off into cute giggles. "Only if you don’t mind losing a little heat, love."
I reached for my pack of smokes, then wound the window down. "It’ll get warm in here again quick enough. You’re heaters work on over-drive."
As we drove higher up into the mountains, the town diminished in the rear-view mirror and the stars grew ever-brighter. I found myself gazing out of the window for short phases, feeling calm and at ease, happy to let the time slip past me, only partially observed. Close to twenty minutes had passed since Christina had picked me up and still, I had no idea where I wanted to go. I figured star-gazing was as good as anything, though.
My eyes wandered up to the fare-ticker. It read: $26.79. I hadn’t noticed before, but she must have stopped it, or paused it. I wasn’t terribly worried about it in the first place. Neither of us seemed concerned.
5. Off Her Shift (10:22 PM)
Christina flicked her cigarette out the window, pulled a sharp u-turn, then parked, so we would face the twinkling city beneath us.
"It’s beautiful", I said, looking through the windshield.
"I know", she said. "You feel any better, sweety?" She looked across at me, her eyes no different to me than the flickering lights on the horizon.
"Yes. I feel like this is exactly where I needed to go. Thank you."
She smiled. "We don’t have to go anywhere in a hurry, unless you need to."
"Want to share a cigarette?", I asked, less out of want to only smoke half of one and more out of a desire to feel a glancing touch of her hand as I passed it to her… or to taste her red lip-stick on the filter when she handed it back.
"Sure. I’ll have another."
We shared the cigarette in silence for a while, then I tossed it out of my window. She took her seat-belt off and reclined her seat, then looked over at me, inviting me to do the same.
I did.
Reclined, I had a much better view of the stars. It was lovely to see them so bright, from an elevated perspective, above all of the light-pollution and dreariness.
After a minute or two, I realized I also had an excellent view between Christina’s large breasts and the smooth, chocolate valley between them. I darted my vision back up toward the stars again, hoping she hadn’t noticed # my inappropriate glance.
After a couple minutes of star-gazing and ideal conversation – not to mention a few more inappropriate peeks down her shirt – I was starting to prey to God that she hadn’t spotted the slight bulge growing under the zipper of my jeans. I thought about sliding one of my hands into my pocket to adjust my cock into a less obvious position, but that would be a dead give-away in my reclined state. So, I just hoped she wouldn’t look away from the stars. What else could I do?
After a long silence, I said: "To be honest with you, I’m not even sure I need to go downtown any more. I’m content being right here."
"That so?’, she asked, smiling.
"Yeah", I said, looking at my watch. "You’re off your shift in fifteen minutes. Do you have to park the cab back at your work for the night?"
"No, I take it home when I work the early shift."
"So, you are like me, in no real hurry."
She giggled, with just the hint of nervousness. "I’m in the same boat, yes."
There was an awkward silence, because I suddenly didn’t know where to take this line of conversation next. I looked into her eyes and I saw a potential that excited and terrified me. Had I lost control of myself?, I thought. What do I think is exactly going to happen here with this woman? She’s nearly twice my age, she’d never consider—
She’d never consider what?, I asked myself. Sleeping with a man my age? ...A white man? ...What is it!? What am I even contemplating!? There was a momentary silence in my thoughts – an uncomfortable one – then a voice inside my head began to scold me: Why does that matter? Does any of it matter? Stop thinking and enjoy this woman’s company. It’s something special.
"If I’m taking the taxi home tonight", Christina said, interrupting my internal monologue, "does that mean I have to take you home with me, too?" She giggled again, trying to disclose the sub-text that question hid underneath her bubbly laughter.
"Sure", I replied, my voice sturdy enough for her to know I meant it. "I’d love to go home with you. If you haven’t eaten, maybe I’ll cook you something?"
"Or I’ll order Chinese", she said, still giggling like a school-girl.
6. Green Light (10:22 PM)
"What do you do for work?", Christina asked me, the exact moment I’d slipped my hand down the front-pocket of my jeans to adjust my stiff, throbbing cock. She glanced side-ways at me on the word "work" and I saw her eye-line dart down to the bulge in my crotch. She looked forward again, without saying a word.
"Retail", I said, feeling awkward and dumb. "But I write fiction and do a lot of photography in my free time."
In the same placid voice, she said: "And just then, you were trying to hide your dick from me, right?"
I didn’t know what to say. I just looked at her.
She glanced toward me again, her expression blank and un-readable. "Right?"
Her voice reminded me fleetingly of my French teacher in grade-school and the patient way she’d ask you to repeat a word you’d mispronounced.
After an increasingly awkward silence, she finished with a simple: "Busted" and another string of adorable giggles.
I felt the blood rush to my face and turn my cheeks rosy. All I managed to get out of my mouth was a quivering, reluctant laugh.
My rock-hard cock, however, refused to acknowledge my embarrassment.
"Don’t feel bad", she said. "You can’t see my lady-boner, but it’s there." Another fleeting glance at the swollen lump in my jeans. "At the lights up here, even if it’s green, I’m going to stop the car for a moment; just long enough for you to pull that bad-boy out, okay sweetie? Don’t be shy."
She smiled at me, as I twisted in my seat. Despite the bubble of anxiety inflating in my chest, my cock had begun to pulse harder than ever – honestly, ever.
The taxi pulled up at the light, which was red, then Christina looked at me eagerly. Without realizing what my hands were doing, I un-did my fly and reached under my briefs. Her eyes grew wide. One of Christina's hands left the steering-wheel and moved down toward her thigh. I grabbed hold of my shaft and I tugged it out. Then, I reached back under my briefs quickly, letting go of my shaft and letting it throb up and down in the air, to bring my balls up and place them over the zipper of my jeans.
The light turned green, but Christina was still starring at my cock. Acting on some primal impulse, I grabbed my shaft again and gave my cock a few strokes, letting the pre-cum spread evenly over my foreskin.
Christina reached out with her hand, just as I took mine away. She gripped my cock firmly, then gave it a few long, slow strokes. I felt a shudder of pleasure run up my spine and dispersed through my shoulder.
Honk! Honk!
I turned my head over my shoulder, to see the two car line-up behind the cab; then, that very same moment, I felt Christina’s lips wrap around my cock...
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