Surge
by Alexis Smith
There's a dead end road just south of the main runway of my airport. One
streetlight glows at its end. Blue-collar industrial buildings crowd at the
west and a wide open field looms to the east. In the dead of the night I
drive to it, the bass in the music I listen to accentuates both the throbbing
in my chest and between my legs. I check the time and smile slightly. As I
pull onto my little road, the gravel crackles beneath my tires. All is still
and lifeless save the warm glow of the streetlight. I park just out of the
light and shut the engine off, leaving the pulsating music to accompany me.
I slide out of the car and climb catlike onto the hot hood. The heat nearly
seers my skin. I let my coat slide off my back. It falls over the wiper
blades comforting me as I lay back on the windshield. A far-off whir from
the freeway reminds me that I am not as alone as I feel. I slide my legs
together, pulling them up to my chest and pointing my toes to the sky. I
reach down, pulling my skirt up over my ass and to my waist. I slide my
fingers up and pull my panties down over my ass and then over my legs,
kicking them to the ground. Then I spread my long legs, curling my toes over
the sides of the hood. The cool night breeze teases me like thin melting
slivers of ice, on my hot flesh. I breathe deeply soaking in every erotic
sensation. I close my eyes and move my hand first firmly over my right
breast, being sure to tease my hard nipple with a twist. I allow my left
hand to massage my other breast while my right hand runs down my tummy,
landing in the neat mound of my pubic hair. I clutch it pulling lightly,
enjoying the sensation. I place two fingers at the hood of my clitoris,
retraction it to massage my clit. I occasionally extend a finger to slide
over my hot moist lips and tease my opening. Already I am starting to drip.
I start grinding my hips against my hand and fingers, the music feeds my
hunger. I begin pushing my fingers fervently inside my pussy. I reach back
inside myself lapping with my fingers at the hot soft flesh. A flurry of
sensation begins swimming throughout my writhing body. My chest heaving, my
head thrown back on the windshield I push and press against myself, wishing I
had something bigger to push inside. Four fingers will have to suffice. I
use my left hand to tease my clit as my right hand probes my pussy. A shrill
silvery sound suddenly pulls me back from the brink of orgasm. I gaze
skyward and see the lights of the oncoming jet in the distance, approaching
me. I begin to writhe and swoon, the shrill of the plane transforming to a
resounding groan as it nears me, my exposed body reaches upward in search of
release. My fingers devour my flesh as my pleasure builds, the thundering
from above invading my body, replacing the bass with a more penetrating
intoxicating drive to ecstacy. The sexual energy of the power above me
washes over every inch of my skin as I raise my hips searching for pleasure,
craving satisfaction. It passes over me, the lights exposing me like an
explosion as the contractions begin, surging through my body. The only sound
I hear is the engines, matching the forceful nature of my panting animalistic
satisfaction as our two powerful bodies merge in full body exaltation. My
orgasm fades as the sound of the plane wanes as it lands in the distance.
And there I lay, sprawled and spent there on the hood, reveling in the
unlimited possibilities of human pleasure.
©2000 by Alexis Smith. All rights reserved. Permission granted to oceania of peacockblue.com for distribution.
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