The Driver

CHATER 11 Izabela

            I was back in Romania. I was sad and dispirited. Especially because Marcel was involved in the scandal. I was supposed to keep Alex away from me. Or maybe I should tell him my story.

        Maybe that way Marcel will rot in prison, but I cannot risk it so much because I am sure he will get away with it every time. I remembered the night I called Alex and we both m*********d while we were on the phone. It was crazy.

        I had never done anything like this. I felt him so close to me, I felt like I was making love to him, I felt him in me, and that was a pure madness. I felt every touch of him on my body like he was there next to me and not on the phone.

        I missed him, but I did not want him to know that I was so close to him.  I was kind of embarrassed by the courage I had, but I had no regrets about what I had done.

        The scandal involving Alex was not over yet, and I did not want to see him. It had been three weeks since we last spoke and the fact that he was now in a relationship everything was going to be different.

        I could not get in the way of his happiness and I could not give myself a chance at happiness while Marcel was always after me. I was going out every day for a ride with the car and every day I was calling a different taxi company. I did not want to meet him.

        I did not know if he was still thinking about me or if he wanted to see me again. I did not want to fall in love with him even though I missed him very much. There were nights when I dreamed of him and I wanted those dreams to be real.

       One very gloomy day I decided to get out of the hotel even though I did not want to do it, but the fact that it was raining gave me a state of nostalgia out of the ordinary. I was already in Bucharest for six days and had somehow managed not to meet Alex.

        I was always trying to keep myself busy so I could not think about what hurts me the most. I have been doing this for six years now and I was not going to give up today. Even though it was raining heavily I decided it was better to go for a ride.

        I swore to myself six years ago that I would never let anyone into my life again and that I would run away whenever that happened. I once had a relationship for which I made too many sacrifices. So much so that I have lost the meaning of my life.

        I lost myself and every day in that relationship and that life I did not want was an ordeal for me. I always knew what I had to do to free myself from him, but I was afraid of what was to come.

        I called a taxi company and got off waiting in front of the hotel for the car to come. After ten minutes, during which time I finished smoking my cigarette stopped in front of the hotel a black car. It was a two-door Maserati and because I was in a hurry, so I did not get too wet I did not notice that the car did not have taxi plates.

        I quickly opened the door and climbed up next to the driver without looking at him. The driver started the car without saying a word. I was leaning against the door and looking out of the window to my right as the huge raindrops flowing from the sky.

        I was so depressed that I did not even realize we was out of town. The driver broke the silence and asked me if I had chosen a specific destination in the meantime. I flinched when I recognized his voice and turned my gaze to him.

        I was left for a few moments with my mouth gaping until I realized a few tears were dripping down my cheek. I did not want to see him, and yet I had him in front of me.

        Alex was more handsome and more attractive than I remembered. It had been almost seven months, however, since I had not seen him. Even though I was always dreaming about him, his face was beginning to lose its shape in my dreams.

-       I did not call your cab company. How did you find out about me?

-       You did not even realize this is not a taxi. My friend Andrei found out you were in town and I decided to come myself today.

-       Why is that? Last time we talked you said you had a relationship. Why do you want to see me?

-       I told you that woman is not as special as you. We do not have an official relationship. I have not been able to forget you, and I do not think I will ever make it. I do not understand why you are so eager to admit that you feel the same way.

-       I thought I was clear when I said I did not want to let anyone into my life. I am not willing to make sacrifices for anyone or anything in this world. I was always just what others wanted me to be, not what I wanted to be. I disturbed loved ones with just my presence. Now I just want to do what I love, and loneliness is my best friend.

        I was already crying.

-       Please do not cry. I have turned my back on a lot of people too for three years, but after I met you, I decided to change. I understand that life is still worth living and every pain must be taken as a life lesson.

        Alex stopped the car and touched my cheek with his hand and then hugged me. It smelled so good. His breath on my neck gave me a pleasant sensation and I felt the need to kiss him, but I could not stop crying.

        The rain was getting a little low and I realized we was in a field. We both got out of the car even though it was raining. It was a summer's day and it was a pleasure to enjoy the raindrops. I sat on the hood of the car and Alex came next to me.

        We were sitting next to each other listening to raindrops bumping into the asphalt and the car. He gently patted me on the cheek. I looked into his eyes and then I shielded my face. I wanted to find something in them, but I did not know exactly what it was.

        I wanted to get to know him better and enjoy his presence more. It made me feel a certain way and I never thought there were such feelings.

        I did not even believe in love at first sight, and yet I was in love with him. I was worried about him and I wanted to be there for him, but I did not have the strength and courage to call him.

        My stupid promise to stay away from people also kept me away from him. We may have had the chance to be together, but now I find it hard to hope for that.

        I put my head on his shoulder. I needed to feel him closer to me. Today I am going to break my promise and try to forget about it. It had been too many years since I was with a man and I wanted Alex very much.

        He hugged me with his strong arms leaning with both hands on the car and I left myself into the desire of having him. I was caught in the middle without being able to move or to protest. We were both wet to the skin and our clothes were stick to our bodies.

        We started kissing. It was so good! Moaning in my mouth he deepened his kiss and pushed more on the car. I missed his lips, his bittersweet taste. Our kisses were provocative, then brutal, uniting and pulling each other back, with our hands stuck in the hairs and tongues slipping on top of each other.

        I shuddered when he bent his knees, rubbing his p***s against me. I suddenly let myself be on his erection.

        He put me on the hood of the car and started touching me like no one had ever done before. His hands were all over my body and I felt like I was exploding from so much pleasure. The thrills that passed through my body were starting to take out the sparks.

        To every touch I moaned like it was the first time I had ever known s****l pleasure. I glared at him summoning my rational thought to pierce my blurred brain. Why would I do it? What did I want? Could I just let him possess my body?

        I was so overwhelmed that I was trembling.

Rational thinking quickly abandoned me when I felt his hand climbing on my neck and then in my hair. Grabbing my hair tightly in his hand he turned my head and looked into my eyes. I did not stop him; I could not do that.

        I wanted it and I was not going to stop. I wanted to feel him, feel his hot skin on my body. He took my shirt off and started kissing my breasts. In one hand he held one breast and his mouth devoured the other one.

        I leaned back in the hood of the car. My body was in harmony with his, reacting promptly to every look, touch and sound. Our pleasure was all that mattered to me.

        I both hated and loved the way it made me feel. I had never been the type to lose control, but when it touched me like that, I gladly gave up any idea of control.

        The raindrops fell on my body and together with his kisses and touches caused me a crazy pleasure. I could not stand it anymore, I wanted to feel him in me.

        Nothing mattered but him and what I was doing to him. The sensation of air and raindrops on my skin, the sounds of our breaths interspersed, his hot kisses and the thought of what was to come completely overwhelmed me.

        With frantic hands, I unbuttoned his pants, and with his help I managed to take them off. I think he felt I was at the climax because it didn't take words to tell him how much I wanted him.

        I arched to get closer, out of the need to find a way to push him deeper, more completely into me. I had never wanted to consume another body with as much frenzy as it did when it was inside me, but even so, it seemed to me that I could not get close enough to those parts of it that I wanted to feel.

        And with that thought in mind, that enchanting tension primed in all my skin and belly crystallized in a desire so heavy that I lowered my legs from his shoulders, pulling him with all the weight of his body over me, and constantly begging him not to stop.

        My back arched into an orgasm that almost took my senses. I gave in to the pleasure of the moment, enjoying the orgasm, but he pulled me by the hips, with my n****e still between his lips and teeth, and he moved me back and forth, up and down, messy and fast, using me to to give us both the pleasure we want.

        We made love there. On the hood of the car and it was one of the most wonderful s*x I ever had. Now how will I be able to run away from him?