Smut & Filth. Chapter one.

"Car Cher".


She wriggled in her seat whilst staring nervously out of the passenger window, biting her lip.

Those past conversations that had always seemed so easy, so fluid, now seemed trapped within, barricaded behind a dry throat and a nervous smile. The radio, with its unfamiliar music, filled the space the lack of conversation was creating. She turned her head from the green and pleasant French countryside that scrolled by and glanced across at him.

A face she’d watched on a thousand occasions but was only today seeing for the first time. She bit her lip again as he felt her gaze and returned it with a warm smile..

Their meeting, an hour earlier, had brought forth the butterflies that even now, after having shared their first kiss amongst the bustle of the arrivals lounge and walked hand in hand to the car, fluttered within her. The smile did nothing to abate the butterflies acrobatics.

“How long?” She asked, aware her nervousness had caused her voice to be higher in pitch than usual.

“Ha, that’s a bit personal.” His smile broadened as he returned his attention to the long, straight road ahead. She snorted.

“Dick head. I know how long that is.”

“Perv.”

Their relationship was one that would once have been deemed unconventional, weird even, but that now, in these days of interconnectedness, seemed far less shocking.

A chance meeting, if meeting be the right word, on social media, a few messages exchanged whilst sitting alone in their respective parts of the world drinking wine followed by a flurry of exchanges over a scarily short spell that had turned from playful flirtation into what could only be described as smut and filth. Their communications evolved through written words into late night telephone calls and, eventually, to video chats. The frustration of the final hurdle, the lack of physical contact, had lead them to this, a mutual and quite possibly dangerous decision to spend a few days together, if only for no better reason than to get it out of their system.

“How long until we get there?” She rephrased her question, shifting around toward him. Again he glanced across, this time glancing down at the swell of her breasts beneath her tee-shirt as he now nibbled on his own lip.

“Too fucking long.” He replied…


…and pulled the car over to the side of the road.


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