At the carwash

I have no idea why I remember these things. One of those days fine, warm and covered in the emotion of another failed relationship. I mean we were still together but it gets to the point when the arguments and the insults have no reason any more. It's habit. Neither party right. Both wrong and falling upside down back into the same tower. Only to climb the stairs again.

But anyway, we were at the service station. Another argument in the car. Nothing I can remember or even see anymore. Just the air filled with tension. Winding down the window and feeling that warm breeze smooth through everthing. The inside of the car was dirty. Its interesting how the messier a life gets the messier the physical surrounding get. In an attempt to wash away something I decided on the car wash. Bad decision. We're late, you're too fucking lazy. Or some such thing. Mind you my comments were not much better.

I punched in the setting and we drove in. The drone of her in my ear and mine producing just as much crap. My head hurt. I couldn't focus. I felt like I was slipping. I wasnt me.

The window was slightly open and some foam splashed in on my face and shirt. We both stopped and looked down. Silence. I wound up the window and we looked at each other. The confusion in both our faces. The realisation that we were done hitting home in an odd manner of interruption. My mind clear for the first time in months. Just looking at each other. A tear from her eye. I felt sad and free at the same time so I kissed her.

She kissed back with passion we'd not had in a long time. Her tongue immediately toying with mine. Moving and circling. Taking turns at moving to the sensitive base. Surges of desire ripping through me. I could feel her. A connection I'd not felt since we were in love, properly. She grabbed me harder, pulling me closer. I felt her hair, dragging at it. Pulling it through hard. Her hands grabbed the front of my trousers. I grabbed her ass and remembered how good it felt. She was wearing a skirt. I pulled it up and felt over her underwear. She was warm, I was hard. She unzipped my fly and yanked my cock out. I replied by pulling aside her panties. I could actually feel her getting wet, wanting me.

Her hand squeezed hard, and pulled fast right away. I was vaguely away of the water spraying on the car. I rubbed her clit then put two fingers inside her. She lifted herself upwards. I moved the fingers up and against the rough part, feeling the g spot. She groaned and moved her hips back and forth slightly. My cock by now so hard and excited. I wanted to come, and quickly. No romantic moments of foreplay. Neither of us wanted it.

My hand left her and started rubbing her clit. Fast and to the side. The familiarity of a years sex knowing how to reach climax quickly. All the while our tongues going back and forth, feeling the wet saliva over our faces. Passionate, messy kissing. We both reached our pace and stuck with it. A feeling of utter abandonment, Nothing else existed. I could feel my balls start to tingle, feel it building up. Her mouth opened as it does when she's about to come. She groaned and her body arched. I could feel her climax. Her mouth biting down, her hand squeezing me hard, bringing me over the brink. I came. Messily, aching, gorgeously. Not caring where my cum went. I put my head on her shoulder. I knew her eyes were closed. Mine didn't want to open, to face our life. I wanted to be trapped in that moment....

As I did open my eyes it was too light and I could see the drier hovering around the car. We were done. I sat up, looked at her adjusting her skirt back down. I did my pants up, started the car and drove out. We smiled at one another while waiting to enter the traffic. A slightly sad but satisfied smile.

We broke up the next day.