Date: 10/29/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Aust4casta, Source: LushStories
The fact that it was going to be a long drive home after a particularly quiet night shift was almost inevitable and was confirmed as his car entered the choking tunnel. The general speed of most vehicles slowed from a respectable sixty to an agonising twenty before transforming into the dreaded stop-start that is the joy of inner city driving on a weekday. Sleep deprived and unable to wind the windows down for “fresh,” cool air, Aaron turned the music up, hoping the last cup of coffee that morning would get him through the next fifty kilometres. The first near miss came about twenty kilometres into the trip when his car almost drifted into the barriers. Waking with a start, he promised himself never again to work a night shift on no sleep. It was a futile promise that was made before almost every first night shift: one that would be made again after the next one, no doubt to be broken before the one after that - a vicious cycle. As after other near misses, he managed to stay alert for a whole minute before wandering off again. It was a familiar pattern: coherent thoughts gradually merge, ideas become jumbled and, suddenly, you realise that you're travelling too fast and have no idea where the last five kilometres went. You brake furiously to avoid rear-ending the car in front which, for some reason, has decided to test your level of alertness. By the time Aaron approached the exit ramp, he'd lost count of the number of times this drive had come within a hairs’ breadth of ...