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Posted by you on September 13, 1998 at 00:47:57:
(WARNING, NOT FOR EVERYONE)
Susan drove up on that rainny day to pick me up in her Cobra
As I got in and sat down, she crossed her left leg over and showed me the bottom of her left foot.
She exclaimed "I drove down here barefoot because I was in such a hurry for you. I got here so fast, and had to press the pedals so hard, the pedals left these marks on my feet." Then, she put her hand on the gear shift, and we peeled off.
"Which way sould we go home?" She asked.
"The interstate is faster," I said.
"But route 4 has less traffic," she replied. When she had the Cobra, she liked the small back roads, because she could speed, and they were usually less monitored. I wasn't going aruge.
"Ok, take route 4," I answered.
"..I was hoping you'd say that."
At the stop light, she turned on to route 4, a small, strait 2 laned broken yellow lined road.
As we started along in sports car at about 50mph, she poped the question on me "Do you think driving is like sex?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know, the way you start up, go faster and faster, and then work you're way up to a climax."
At this point, I wasn't sure where this was going, so I answered "I still don't know what you mean."
"In that case, let me demonstrate" she said. She popped the clutch down, pulled the shift lever, and floored it. The needle on the speedomoter moved passed 60mph, and she was clearly speeding.
"See," she started, "we are going faster and faster." We were approaching a truck in front of us and running out of room fast, the speedomoter was past 70mph, and increasing quickly. Susan cluctched and shifted into 4th, and began to cross the yellow line, to pass the truck.
"Now we are getting tense, and going faster." Her bare feet were firmly planted in postition, with the toes of her right foot, bent, holding the gas pedal to the floor.
In front of us, a car was begining to approach from the opposite direction, IN OUR LANE!!!!
"SUSAN!" I screamed.
"And now our we're working up to our climax." She slammed her feet on the pedals, but we skidded forward. "Oh, no!" She yelled, "we must have been going to fast, I can't hold the brake down with my barefeet, the pedals are too stiff. This really is our climax."
Standing on the pedals barefoot, she yanked the emergency brake with her right hand, and we, and she, and uh, ah, uhm.....
.....CLIMAX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!