fate-contrived-they-should-meet: Painfully uncomfortable, the strained silence.Seemingly they had le
fate-contrived-they-should-meet: Painfully uncomfortable, the strained silence.Seemingly they had less and less to say to each other as each mile passed. Seemingly they were still friends but he was beginning to ache for a little squeeze of the hand that might reassure him of even that.Still a good idea that they had agreed to meet but clearly now he knew that he was a better person in words than in life. She was spectacular in both, of course she had to be, and no amount of bad chemistry in a car could stop him appreciating and crushing on her.They had far to go and it would be stressful but he could feign relaxation even if she was unable to hide her tension and impatience. He had stopped looking at her in case what he hoped were warm smiley glances were now reading as something creepy and putting her on edge. She seemed rigid next to him. Her legs planted firmly apart, her hands constantly going to her face, rearranging the scarf on her neck, fingers nervously on her lips, fingertips absent-mindedly in her mouth.He wished he could cover his arms. It was a gorgeous, hot day but it seemed wrong that his muscles should be on show. Maybe they were an intimidation. There were too many buttons undone on his shirt and he knew he had overdone his cologne. He had been an idiot to drop oblique references to kink and sexuality into the conversation just for the perverse frisson of it. Those references stay where they belong, safely online and now the conversation had dried up.But it was killing him. The need to know they were still friends.He pulled over into a quiet lay-by under golden sun.Asked if he might hold her hand just for a moment.Asked if they were still goodOh fuck.Now that he was looking directly at her she was freezing up.The adored, beautiful womanShe was trembling.Her bodyHer legs. But she was trying to smile and he took her hand instinctivelyAnd she made the strangest whimpering noise.Her thighs were wide open She was shaking uncontrollablyShe was squeezing his hand with all her mightHer mouth was sagging.GapingStickyShe crammed his fingers into that moaning mawas the first nipple was released and he started to crush it casually between powerful fingers -- source link