Sleep of the Guilty - Sex Stories

Sleep of the Guilty

... hungry later,” he sniggered sarcastically, closing the car boot. “And good hunting.” The sound of the engine followed by a squeal of rubber confirmed that Sandra had pulled out of the drive on her way to her liaison. Aware that he probably had a long night ahead of him he tried to manoeuvre his body in an attempt to get as comfortable as possible, although he quickly realised that the boot of a Ford Cortina Mk1 was never designed for human cargo. It was dark, hot and uncomfortable and there was that distinctive smell of engine oil and exhaust fumes that you always associate with garages. As he shifted his weight in the tight enclosure a sense of claustrophobia suddenly fed his panic. He knew he had made a wrong decision. But it was too late. It had gone too far. There was no going back. He nervously chewed the inside of his mouth. After travelling for about twenty minutes the car pulled to a halt. The sound of the passenger door slamming shut and the muffled sound of a male voice signalled that their night of misbehaviour was about to begin. As he willed his eardrums to capture a slight hint of their conversation the doors suddenly opened and they both stepped out of the car. In the uncanny silence he held his breath, listening for sounds, trying to figure out why they had left the vehicle. His only thought was that they had decided to go for a drink until it was dark enough to prevent any unwanted spectators. As the minutes crawled by with tedious trepidation he cursed ...

... himself for his stupidity. After almost an hour of muttering profanities, the ensuing silence was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the driver’s door opening. Only this time Sandra was alone. Clouds of cigarette smoke began to drift inside the boot and although the unhealthy environment urged him to cough, he made sure he resisted the temptation. With her heart beating at the speed of sound and her foot pressed hard against the accelerator pedal, Sandra followed her lover to their final destination. When the car pulled to a halt the door opened and a man climbed into the passenger seat. They talked for a few minutes but again their conversation was vague. Their night of passion quickly got underway, two impatient voices groaning out their pleasure through a fanfare of squeaking springs, breathless gasps and muffled promises. A detached observer alone in the darkness, a packet of chewing gum his only companion, breathing in air through his nose, a furtive voyeur waiting and listening, easing into his dutiful role as private investigator, After a brief moment of unnerving silence the rear doors opened and they both climbed into the back seat of the car. This time the action really got heated. In no time the car was rocking back and forth to the motion of two people fucking through a chorus of pledges, promises and crude obscenities, Sandra’s pleading voice echoing in curses inside the car. “YES! YES! Fuck Me Harder. Fuck Me Faster.” “Yes. Yes,” he echoed silently, shifting his ...