Walking back from the pub my arm around my date Alice, we headed to my house, well my van.
Alice“This is cool a great idea, tell me about your van?”
“I saved up and bought this van 6months ago. It had a lot of km on it, but I did want to drive it. The housing prices in Melbourne were insane and renting just sickened me, all my pay for what a bed? I was going to find a cheaper alternative and I found it in the form of an old motorhome. Its sleak curves and shape now outdated. It was really just a shell of a vehicle. I was going to live in it as a cheaper way to rent a house, so I was still paying utilities. “
“The wheels gave the illustion that I could move at any time, but this unregistered bungalow on stilts was just my way of scoring cheap rent. I found a nice share house with a drive way. As much as I liked the outdoors, my roots lye in the inner city. And so I rented out the driveway. This took $50 a week of the rent so housemates where happy. And my van fed power back into the grid.”
Alice“Seems like you have got it all figured out!”
“Living in the inner city but disconnected from the many attached expenses. This was tricky but piece by piece I saved money but spending less. One thing I also did was disconnect myself from the internet… well mostly. This was hard as I had such an attachment to the internet. At the bottom of it all it is really just appreances. If this van looked like a dump I would not be able to park it here. One place I was living at I told them that I wanted to fix it up and them travel around the country in a year. I was fixing it up… and I was going to travel but they were not connected. this van is just a stationary home.”
Fucking on the roof, it is the middle of summer and we sat on the roof to watch the stars, after a few beers you asked for it from behind, your face pressed against the solar panel. The moon and stars watching on, I slide into you I can feel you. Your fingers stroking yourself as I fuck your 33 year old ass. The overhanging trees shade us from the street, this quiet street. As I thrust into you, your breath and lipstick fogging up the solar panel. Stars reflected in the black shine of the panels. You moan and cum, and I finish not long after your pulling at your hair. I roll of you, and we sit breath and hug. My arm around you your curled up into my chest, the titled solar panels acting like deck chairs. This is love.