Vehicles and Torsos
Category : Flash Friday
Well, today’s #FlashFriday prompt was vehicles. I, however, never being one to turn down a dare, promised Debbie McGowan that I would include a naughty scene with a torso, which I have dutifully done. This post, therefore, contains naughty bits, so you have to be over 18 to read it. If you aren’t over 18, please go away and come back when you are. Thanks.
So, for those of you who have been following Grumpy Badger Guides, you may recognise a theme here… ahem..
Jamie ran his fingers tentatively down the smooth torso. It was warm to the touch, and so hard. He hadn’t expected it to be so hard. It shifted slightly under his touch, so he took it more firmly, a hand on either side, gripping it. Leaning in he cautiously touched it, first with his nose, then with the tip of his tongue, exploring the contours, abs, chest, neck. It was exciting. He’d never done anything like this before. He shifted in the back of the car. His excitement was growing, it was so intense. He had to unbutton his jeans or he might just burst. The pressure of his swelling member against his fly was just too much to bear. He sighed as he released himself. The torso shined in the sunlight that had been beating down on it through the car window. It was time.
“Oi!” A woman’s voice called from behind him. “What are you doing in my car, weirdo?”
Jamie spun around, pulling the torso out with him to cover his front area.
“And what are you doing with my mannequin?” She sounded hysterical.
“I’m sorry…” Jamie stammered. “It was just in there and I couldn’t resist… It’s so smooth and…”
“Oh, Christ!” The woman went grey, suddenly realising what was going on. “You’re the bloke who was in the paper for marrying a pizza oven, aren’t you?”
“Please don’t tell my wife!” Jamie suddenly panicked tossing the torso at the woman and taking off at a run.
“Eugh… I…” she held the torso at arm’s length. It was still damp from Jamie’s saliva.
“Hey, babe,” a man approached her. “Whatcha doin’ with old Horace, there?”
“The pizza oven guy was in the back of my car with him…” She held the torso out still, staring weakly at the open back door of her car.
“Eurgh…” the man stepped away from her. “How did he get in?”
“I must have left it open…”
“Right… well… stick him in the boot and be glad we didn’t buy a bread maker,” he said philosophically, as he climbed in the passenger side and opened the window.