Started With a Kiss

Well not a real kiss, more a kind of metaphorical kiss.

I was driving along at the fifty speed limit... well that's what I'll claim if asked, singing along to to Hot Chocolate: "... Never thought it would come to this." A red van coming towards me stopped abruptly and a silver van shot out from behind it into my side of the road: "S H I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I T"

We both braked but collision was not avoided, however the collision was the lightest of touches, a kiss. Marks in the paint rather than damage as we discovered during our inspections and randon mutterings about bad driving etcetera... and then, then we realised the red van driver was still sitting there and well, just sitting there and we turned our mutterings in his direction.

He was just sitting there, hands on the steering wheel and white, the colour had drained from his face and not moving. No reaction to us talking to him.

A call for an emergency ambulance gave us valuable assistance with getting him into a good position and within ten minutes the experts were there to take over and get some life back into a cardiac arrest victim.

Then our work started, for some reason we found ourselves taking the red van to the ownwers house, brought the wife to the scene and left her with the medical crew then swapped details and left when the ambulance did.

Well the police were involved and statements had to be taken and insurance details swapped and so on and so forth. My car actually required a new bumper as the plastic moulding had lost the ends that clipped into other parts, it was surprisingly cheap to get an after market version and I didn't scratch even one of my acrylic nail extensions using a spanner on the two nuts.

Well I sort of kept in touch with the man and his wife to see how he progressed and several months later they invited me his birthday party, a lovely affair in their garden, his son did a mean bar-b-que and the weather was perfect until late into the barmy warm evening. No one had mentioned the other driver, from the silver van but he turned up on the last knockings of the hot meats and a plateful was shoved in front of him on his arrival.

Well what can I say? Other than we sat together on a wall like two spare pricks at an orgy and chatted, initially about the incident and the repairs and how this slim miniskirt wearing blonde with long pink nail extensions managed to replace the bumper and... well... he managed to tip his plate and the lump of chicken slid onto my thighs followed by all the double entendres about getting between my legs started and well after a couple of drinks each we went for a walk to see the fish pond, sound grand? Yeah grand this place was, the fish pond was the original swimming pool and repurposed and extended with a stream when the indoor pool house was built and replaced it.

Yeah grand this place most certainly was and walking the hundred yards or so of the stream found us stepping through a gap in a hedge and into what we assumed was a maze, in actuallity it was more like a; best way tt describe it is a room, walled round with a double hedge for privacy and in the middle a pool linked to the stream and patio with sun beds, well it had to be done, sun beds, one just has to lay down, place ones drink on the table and stretch out with eyes closed pretending to sunbathe. I didn't expect hands to massage my shoulders but it felt okay, I didn't expect hands to run along my arms but it felt okay, I didn't expect hands to run back along my arms to my pits and down my sides but it felt okay, I didn't expect hands to massage my thirty-six's but it felt okay, it felt very okay and I let it happen. I didn't expect a hand to rub my tummy but it felt okay, I didn't expect hands to rub the front of my skirt but it felt okay, I didn't expect hands to rub the front of my little panties but it felt okay, The bastard had got me ready for anything and slipped his hand inside my little pink frillies and curled his finger round, straight into my dripping wet gash and it felt okay.

I kept my eyes closed pretending I was on a sunny exotic beach.

And then he kissed me, he was still standing at the head of the bed and he had bent over my head to kiss my mouth and it felt okay, I joined in but it felt very strange to feel his stubbly chin against my nose as we kissed. I didn't notice how he had moved round to the side but the way he was tugging at the side of my panties felt okay and it felt okay to lift my arse to release them. The stubble stratched at my freshly shaven area that only eight hours ago sported an overgrown landing strip, it scratched but it felt okay. The scratching stopped, mm why? but it felt okay. Legs mingled with mine and a finger probed at my soaking wet gash and it felt okay, OMG that is no finger pumping into and it felt okay.

"Oh fuck, sorry we didn't realise."

I turned my head to see two young men. I smiled, it felt okay.

"C, can we watch?"

It felt okay to say: "Yes."

It felt naughty, it felt okay. They were naughty, they both got their cocks out and played with them, it felt okay. I beckoned them over, it felt okay to hold them in each hand.

Half hour later all three holes felt used, felt sore but I felt okay, very okay.