A Car Ride Adventure
It was a Friday night, and my friend Marco and I were driving home from a delicious dinner. We had been to an Italian restaurant that served rich and tasty dishes. We had started with an appetizer of tomato bruschetta, crunchy and full of fresh basil. Then, for first courses, we had chosen a risotto with porcini mushrooms, creamy and aromatic, and a pasta alla norma, with fried eggplant and salted ricotta. To finish, we had treated ourselves to a tiramisu, sweet and enveloping, perfect to end the evening.
As we drove, the conversation flowed lightly between laughter and anecdotes. But after a few minutes, I felt a sensation that I could not ignore. My stomach, full of those rich and tasty dishes, began to show signs of life. And so, without warning, I began to fart.
The first was just a small silent gob, but the second and third were decidedly more audacious. Marco looked up from the road, incredulous, and burst out laughing. Are you serious? After that dinner, we are turning into a symphony of smells!
Red with embarrassment and in the throes of laughter, I couldn't help but laugh along with him. Excuse me, but how good was that risotto? I think you're trying to go out in an inelegant way!
My friend then started touching my breasts in the car while I continued to fart and make the air really unbreathable.