Wild sex

That hawk hovering there in front of the fence, where the sky was meeting with the sloping top of the hill on which the car was parked, he drew designs unique, almost as if he was communicating in code with some similar lost his somehow, somewhere. .

Hovered in front of that, seemingly random trajectories, but whose repetitiveness denotes a purpose, which ended last stop in at every turn upwind to a point, finding the balance to stand still suspended by the wind, on a single site , clearly pointing the dinner that evening for her children.

They had arrived there by chance, unknown place three meters above the usual place where he usually met to be together, drink coffee and watch the scenery. That Saturday was a beautiful day, and the usual place was occupied by another couple evidently attracted by the same suggestions.

Looking around there a place to stay in peace, arrived in front of the entrance to a strange house in the woods, a unique and shabby home, where in front of the entrance on the right was another gate and follow a fence on the immensity .

Parked there, opening the windows, hoping finally to have found a quiet place to be together. The afternoon would send a pleasant breeze that came inside the car and stroked her hair, which was leaning languidly on his shoulder and looking at that hawk his rounds.

"You know," she said, "I'd like to stop this moment forever, this sun, this breeze caress me, that hawk, your eyes looking at me with that smile, and bring it inside me as I am now, forever. " He watched her as she spoke, gently stroking her arm and thinking of the woman he had met shortly before and had come into his life with the sudden violence of things unavoidable.

So who was she, he wondered, while she was enjoying her expression relaxed, enjoying the warmth of her thigh, and his presence in his life? A woman who had known ups and downs, great moments of elation, but also the dark moments of despair, a woman whose life was not recently been very generous, but for which he had reserved some surprises at the end of that tunnel which is the ' indifference to pain that humanity seems unable to shake off.

If asked, while dropping the first shadows of evening, he passed imperceptibly from grazing the cheek with one hand, to gently kiss her lips, and then the skin of the face and neck which suddenly began to react to the stimulus, eagerly offering to take the warmth and touch ...

That magic touch, she thought, while I enjoyed once again stunned the effects never felt before, those of you upset in a caress. And thinking about the incredible sequence of events and happenings that had crossed his life with that of the man so completely unlike anything she had known until that moment in his life ... That touch the drunk, who was, perhaps for the first time, feel full, the deepest meaning of the words "be required" and that tore out the true essence of her femininity, so simply.

The sun goes down .... That light goes dark, the smell of leather that changes subtly assuming the sex, a desire to touch and soon mounted fingertip seizing almost unaware that they had already removed clothing. ... the seat of the car already lowered ...

He placed himself above her with the weight of his body, tearing a groan of pleasure in her, which is increasingly felt the closeness and warmth with excitement, with desire, the desire for a body that enclosed the precious essence of a soul who had stolen her with a smile ...

When you find two souls who have suffered and loved, two souls in despair of ever soothed pain and never strayed into each other can see a light that illuminates their night, rekindling their colors, which relieves them of care the very essence of life, those two poor bodies suddenly find themselves a glorious manifestation of something that transcends gender, that transcends the desire to become one, a desire, a passion, a touch, a squeeze, a desire , a vehicle of immense energies that flow, flow in your eyes, hands, the sexes come together, softly, strongly.

The poetry of the past that afternoon in a small universe of those two human beings into a car, will be closed in their hearts forever, like the sighs, the sweat the heat that the walls of the car will retain its sheet ... But the value of that time together where you and him came together, recognizing, once again, however, fly.

Fly free up there, along with that hawk in the sunset if it goes to infinity.