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April 23, 2010

They did it in a car once. In fact, they did it on the driver’s seat of a brand new Tata Nano – so brand new, in fact, the plastic wrap was still on. Considering what a Tata Nano looks like, I wouldn’t be surprised if this makes you laugh. Later on, they found it funny too.

He picked her up from where she was out drinking with her friends. “Quick”, she’d said on the phone, “before I get really drunk and start singing Boyzone songs”. As he led her outside to the line of waiting cars, she looked around… remembering the large, shiny car he’d brought on previous occasion. This time however, his keys unlocked a tiny little yellow thing. Tipsy as she was, she clutched his arm and started to laugh. Loud. He grinned back. “Smallest car on Indian roads, baby.”

(We weren’t able to ascertain the complete veracity of that last, offhand statement but hell, she says, it sure felt that way)

They went first to the beach, sitting barefoot with their toes dug into the sand as they looked out towards the horizon, the only lights those of ships anchored at harbour (“Your father’s up there on one of those”, he joked, “with his cannons trained on me”). All they while they sat there, she had slowly, imperceptibly been raising her loose, knee-length skirt higher, and higher still, but in a manner that made sure (this she says she can only hope is true) no one else could see, so that when she took his hand and placed it on the inside of her thigh – her legs slightly parted, his large, dark hand on her pale thigh, so close to where she’d rather have it, but not quite there – she saw lust crowd his eyes, his eyelids grow heavy. He removed his hand, gently lowered her skirt and then stood up, offering his hand to her. On the long walk back to the car, his hand on her waist slid down to her bum, gently squeezing, and it took all she had to stop from breaking out into the widest of grins.

Back in the car, neither spoke for a very long time. She sat very straight, her legs on tiptoe and spread wide, her skirt raised and tucked around her waist, her fingers drawing wide, loose circles around her clitoris from over her panties. Head tilted back, eyelids heavy, she groaned out loud when she reached further down to slide her panties aside and slip a finger in. The car swerved into a narrow bylane.

Fifteen minutes later, a woman stepped out into her neat, manicured garden to investigate what sounded like a car pulling up outside their house. She saw a tiny automobile parked outside, and that tiny automobile was rocking, rather rhythmically. When further squinting into the dark indeed confirmed her risquΓ© suspicions, she smiled softly to herself and went back inside. Her husband was going to get very lucky that night.

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12 Comments leave one →
  1. April 24, 2010 7:01 pm

    Brilliant. Tantalizing. Funny. Engrossing. Vivid. All in right measures… You, sir/madam have a gift… Suffice to say, I quite enjoyed reading this…

    • April 24, 2010 9:03 pm

      Thank you! Also, it’s madam. Or mistress or whatever.

      • Aedh permalink
        February 5, 2011 7:02 pm

        Madams run tasteful brothel houses with a hanger and an iron fist. Mistresses you keep on the side, in an apartment in soho. Unless they’re the kind with whips and a pair of cuffs.

  2. PolitelyPink permalink
    April 24, 2010 10:17 pm

    So cute! πŸ˜€
    I assume the girl was petite? And the guy too? Just not where it really counts.

    • April 24, 2010 11:05 pm

      They possibly were petite, but I also suppose anything is possible. As long as there is adequate… ah, motivation πŸ™‚

  3. April 26, 2010 4:03 pm

    πŸ™‚ IMHO the smallest cart on the Indian roads would probably be the Reva πŸ™‚ And yes, the 2 ppl involved need to be small/petite methinks. But then again having never personally been in a nano, cant say for certain. one thing is for sure though, next time I get into a nano, I probably will be mapping out its dimensions and thinking of this entry πŸ™‚

  4. April 27, 2010 11:44 pm

    Oi..good work πŸ™‚

    Also, you need to add some way where I can subscribe to the blog via wordpress. I think you will find that under widgets in the dashboard. I tried the “entries xml” at the end of the page, but that’s not working too well for me. So, please do something!!

    • May 1, 2010 7:20 am

      I’m still feeling my way around things, I just added an e-mail subscription link. But as long as things are working out πŸ™‚

  5. April 27, 2010 11:51 pm

    Actually, scratch that. I subscribed via the subscription link that came up after I posted the comment. πŸ™‚

  6. June 29, 2010 1:24 am

    You made my day. Night rather.

  7. March 27, 2011 11:41 pm

    And here I was thinking a Santro didn’t give me enough room.

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