A supermarket car park

To the naked eye, it appeared to be a very normal parking lot, near a busy intersection.

Residing next to a petrol station and annexed , it sat, largely empty, except for a scattering of seemingly innocuous parked cars. In the middle of the afternoon, one would not expect much else from such a mundane setting.

However, if you looked closely, you might notice something slightly out of the ordinary. To the discerning eye, one of the cars was concealing something more than the usual scattering of empty drink cartons and candy wrappers.

A couple… a man and a woman… closely entwined each around the other. Their lips enmeshed; their tongues blended; their arms wound tight around each other.

They lay like teenagers in the back seat, necking furiously… he could not get enough of her, nor she of him.

He inhaled her scent, heady and intoxicating; affecting his senses like a well-breathed wine. Subtle and smooth… and indelibly her.

She melted into him, this wonderful man, who had so swept her off her feet… this amazing person who so completed her… this man with whom she had such a mental and physical connection.

And there they lay, ‘neath a warm blanket, shielding their behaviour from prying eyes; though each was all too aware of the other’s actions. Their skin tingled at the other’s touch.

Clothes shed, they lay naked, wishing the afternoon into eternity.

It was one of the most wonderful days of her life. Just in its calm beauty, and pure feeling of love between two soulmates; two friends; two true lovers.

And in some way, the afternoon never ended. It lives on, a golden and glowing memory.

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11 Responses to “A supermarket car park”

  1. Madame X Says:

    No, thank you.
    This brought a smile to my lips!

  2. First time to your blog. I really enjoyed it and will be back…

  3. No, Thank you. On a day that could not have been worse, when I feel like I am stretched to the point where I am going to snap, I came to the site and read something beautiful that reminded me that there are beautiful things in this world. Sometimes, we just have to work to see them.

  4. Evil Minx Says:

    Madame X: You are more than welcome. Much of the beauty of being happy is having friends in whom to confide. That’s why i thanked y’all. But thank you especially.

    Padme: Welcome Padme! Lovely to have you here, please come back soon.

    Ah, the lovely Amal: I am so pleased to have been able to spread a little happiness. Sincerely hope your day improves/d, send them my number, i’ll smack ’em upside the head for you. And your words touched my heart. I’m truly grateful.

    Minxy xxxx

  5. ArtfulDodger Says:

    You Minx you! And so few details, oh my! You tease and then you leave us hanging (Ok, not really hanging after ready that!) hehe. Good for you beautiful.

  6. Evil Minx Says:

    Art honey.. you know i love when you hang.

    Ahem. 😉

  7. ShyRocket Says:

    I have a couple of memories like that and they are wonderful… as was your story! I like your blog and I especially like all-out gutsy, strong, intelligent, sexy and earthy woman.

    Have a great weekend!

  8. Strumpet Says:

    And thank you so much for sharing it, Minxy.

    Such a beautiful memory, indeed.

  9. Ginger Man Says:

    Debauched behavior in a car on a public parking lot in broad daylight beats sitting around the dull office any time.

    I’m all for such assignations.

    More orgasms, less uptight conduct.

  10. hypnodog Says:

    Wish i was the nodding dog in the back of THAT car!

  11. Evil Minx Says:

    Hypnodog: You’d probably have nodded your head clean off. Heh.

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