Two Seater
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel
Flash Sex Story: For Valentine's Day Muriel got the usual box of cherry chocolates. Harvey got himself a new car. "Now that I'm retired, we can travel," he said. "We can visit the kids." "You're so impetuous," Muriel said. Turns out Muriel is the impetuous one.
Caution: This Flash Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa .
Two-Seater - a pair of Valentine’s Day flashes
Slow and Steady
For Valentine’s Day Muriel got the usual box of cherry chocolates. Harvey got himself a new car. “Now that I’m retired, we can travel,” he said. “We can visit the kids.”
“You’re so impetuous,” Muriel said.
But he wasn’t. Mile after mile he held doggedly to the speed limit. Same old Harvey. Near the airbase exit, he came up on an antique pickup truck loaded with chicken crates. Cautiously, Harvey pulled out into the passing lane. “Plenty of power in this baby,” Harvey said, giving his white Cadillac a little gas. “Chickens, eat my dust. Uh-oh.”
“What’s wrong?”
A red two-seater overtook them like a shot, zooming between the pickup and Harvey’s sedan. A blonde was driving. Muriel couldn’t be sure, but it looked like the guy next to her had his hand in her lap.
“Idiots,” Harvey muttered.
Twenty minutes later, easing into the rest stop, they noticed the sports car parked by itself at the far fringe of the lot. Harvey smirked. “See? Slow and steady wins the race.” He pulled up behind the two-seater.
“Why so far?” Muriel asked.
“Scratches,” Harvey said. “And the exercise will do us good.”
The red car was still there when Muriel and Harvey returned. On the passenger’s seat the blonde was straddling the guy, her face above his shoulder, eyes slitted. The car was rocking gently.
“How ‘bout you drive for a while?” Harvey said. He handed Muriel the keys. “I could use a snooze.”
The blonde in front of them had her mouth open, her eyes closed, her hair jouncing.
“Stop, you’re going the wrong way,” Harvey shouted, grabbing the wheel.
“I was gonna ram them,” Muriel said, teeth gritted. “I was gonna ram them hard.”
At the motel that night, Harvey and Muriel had the fuck of their lives.
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