Broken Down
Posted: July 7th, 2019, 10:30 pm
This is a dream I have had, none of it is true, but I find it a turn on when it comes to me in the night. I will have to post in sections as my PC is very slow for typing.
Suzi was excited to be seeing Her boyfriend, Eric, but apprehensive about meeting his family and a little miffed at the long drive from London. She was getting tired and the county roads were ominous in the dark, made creepy by the tunnel of trees that felt claustrophobic. Suddenly the electrics in the car went out for a second and the engine spluttered. "Oh Christ" she thought "don't die on me now". The car recovered and Suzi felt reassured, but it didn't last long, and soon the car had ground to a halt by the side of a long straight road. Suzi could see far in to the distance in the feint moon light, and knew there was nothing behind her. Then the rain started. She sat montionless as the heavy rain lashed against the small yellow car, visibility now virtually nothing.
She has tried to turn over the engine a few times, but each time was met with just a clicking noise, which was hardly perceptible over the downpour. "Must be a battery connection problem" she thought. The idea of getting out in that rain, given that she was only wearing white tee-shirt and denim skirt, filled her with despair. She checked her phone again as she had done several times... NO SIGNAL.
Suzi was not organised, and her friends told her that something resembling a McDonalds happy meal had turned rotten and morphed into a new life form in the footwell behind the passenger seat. Suzi pushed her arm between the front seats and rummaged to see if there was anything that could help in her predicament. Her hand fell on something which she thought was a carrier bag, but when she pulled it, she realised it was a plastic raincoat. Dragging it in to the front of the car, she held it up, to reveal a clear plastic jacket. She remembered now, this was a "present" from that pervert Bob who she dated for a few weeks. Why he would think she wanted a MAC escaped her, until she discovered his likes in the bedroom. She hated it, and it was the main reason that Bob was no lomger in her life. But the jacket found its way into the region of dark despair in the back of her beloved Mini.
She put the jacket on. The plastic felt horrid against her bare arms, and she remembered how Bob had asked her to wear it when they has sex, and she loathed the feeling back then. But this was the only protection she had from the elements, and the rain was not easing at all. She fumbled to find the bonnet release, and popped the hood. She zipped up the jacket to the top and put the hood up, her long blonde hair gathered gathered in a bun. She opened the door and the wind pushed it back. She suddenly realised that her heavy denim skirt would soon be saturated in the driving rain. No one was around, she hadn't seen a single car for ages. She struggled to pull the skirt down in the cramped space, and folded it on the passengers seat. Using both hand systems she pushed again and this time was out in the lashing rain, making her way round to the front of the car. Rain pinged off her bare buttocks and the sound of the rain on the plastic hood was alomost deafening. Normally Suzi wore sensible underwear, but that morning she discovered that all her usual bri fs were in the wash, and all that was in the draw was a small black thong which was leftover over from a hen night. The thin string was uncomfortable to wear, but she thought Eric might prefer it to day-old Spanx! She struggled to find the release, but soon had the bonnet up, using the torch on her phone, she checked the cables from the battery, and after a few minutes, she accepted defeat and struggled back into the drivers seat, having found no fault. She triad the ignition, nothing happened.
Water dropped of the mac, running down her naked legs. She quickly covered them with the skirt and sat shivering and in the damp and falling termperature of nighttime. It was now 11pm according to her phone. At least she had 85% battery.
Suzi was excited to be seeing Her boyfriend, Eric, but apprehensive about meeting his family and a little miffed at the long drive from London. She was getting tired and the county roads were ominous in the dark, made creepy by the tunnel of trees that felt claustrophobic. Suddenly the electrics in the car went out for a second and the engine spluttered. "Oh Christ" she thought "don't die on me now". The car recovered and Suzi felt reassured, but it didn't last long, and soon the car had ground to a halt by the side of a long straight road. Suzi could see far in to the distance in the feint moon light, and knew there was nothing behind her. Then the rain started. She sat montionless as the heavy rain lashed against the small yellow car, visibility now virtually nothing.
She has tried to turn over the engine a few times, but each time was met with just a clicking noise, which was hardly perceptible over the downpour. "Must be a battery connection problem" she thought. The idea of getting out in that rain, given that she was only wearing white tee-shirt and denim skirt, filled her with despair. She checked her phone again as she had done several times... NO SIGNAL.
Suzi was not organised, and her friends told her that something resembling a McDonalds happy meal had turned rotten and morphed into a new life form in the footwell behind the passenger seat. Suzi pushed her arm between the front seats and rummaged to see if there was anything that could help in her predicament. Her hand fell on something which she thought was a carrier bag, but when she pulled it, she realised it was a plastic raincoat. Dragging it in to the front of the car, she held it up, to reveal a clear plastic jacket. She remembered now, this was a "present" from that pervert Bob who she dated for a few weeks. Why he would think she wanted a MAC escaped her, until she discovered his likes in the bedroom. She hated it, and it was the main reason that Bob was no lomger in her life. But the jacket found its way into the region of dark despair in the back of her beloved Mini.
She put the jacket on. The plastic felt horrid against her bare arms, and she remembered how Bob had asked her to wear it when they has sex, and she loathed the feeling back then. But this was the only protection she had from the elements, and the rain was not easing at all. She fumbled to find the bonnet release, and popped the hood. She zipped up the jacket to the top and put the hood up, her long blonde hair gathered gathered in a bun. She opened the door and the wind pushed it back. She suddenly realised that her heavy denim skirt would soon be saturated in the driving rain. No one was around, she hadn't seen a single car for ages. She struggled to pull the skirt down in the cramped space, and folded it on the passengers seat. Using both hand systems she pushed again and this time was out in the lashing rain, making her way round to the front of the car. Rain pinged off her bare buttocks and the sound of the rain on the plastic hood was alomost deafening. Normally Suzi wore sensible underwear, but that morning she discovered that all her usual bri fs were in the wash, and all that was in the draw was a small black thong which was leftover over from a hen night. The thin string was uncomfortable to wear, but she thought Eric might prefer it to day-old Spanx! She struggled to find the release, but soon had the bonnet up, using the torch on her phone, she checked the cables from the battery, and after a few minutes, she accepted defeat and struggled back into the drivers seat, having found no fault. She triad the ignition, nothing happened.
Water dropped of the mac, running down her naked legs. She quickly covered them with the skirt and sat shivering and in the damp and falling termperature of nighttime. It was now 11pm according to her phone. At least she had 85% battery.
