That night I was on my way home at night. It was late. I was driving down a lonely old road when suddenly I heard the grumbling thunder sound. I looked up in the sky looking for signs of a storm and saw nothing. Then lights blinded me in my rearview mirror. Lots of small lights were suddenly all around me. I was enveloped in motorcycles as they passed my car. I couldn’t believe it. Then they were gone. I was unbelievable and I was shaken. I remembered the hot guy I saw leading the pack last time I saw them drive through town. I wondered if he was one of the pack this time. I wondered where they were going. I wanted to see and curiosity got a hold of me. I sped up and caught up to the pack but kept my distance. Then I saw them enter another neighboring small town. I made a decision to follow, but again kept my distance. They all wore army green jackets with an eagle emblem on it. Then I saw the pack pull into an industrial warehouse area. I dared not follow. I kept going. I wondered what they were doing there. I kept going and decided I would safely turn around the further I got down the road. Then suddenly I saw a lot of lights coming at me on the road. It was unbelievable; it was another motorcycle gang coming straight at me. I slowed down and allowed them to go on either side of me. I didn’t want any trouble. Then the gang was gone. I knew what was happening. They were meeting up with the other gang, but for what. I drove a while longer and then took another road back. However it was still a road in viewing distance of the industrial warehouse. As soon as I saw the building I pulled over on the road and shut my lights off. I grabbed binoculars out of my car, which every outdoor enthusiast has for bird watching when hiking. I focused in on the warehouse. I saw the two motorcycle gangs lined up facing each other. Was this real? This was unbelievable. Then I saw him. The gorgeous leader of the pack that I saw that day outside my work was standing in front of his gang. He was talking to the rival gang leader. He looked just as hot as ever and as I watched his bravery I was so turned on by him. What was he doing? Where did he get his courage? These guys could be deadly. It was thrilling to me and I found myself dripping wet with desire. Then out of nowhere the hot guy punched the rival leader. Then it was a full out brawl between the two gangs. My mouth fell open watching this. Then I started to get scared. What if they had gang members out here in this area patrolling for cops? I started my engine and drove off. I was in complete awe and fascination of what I had seen. Most of all I was turned on and in a fit of deep lust for this dangerous and reckless motorcycle babe. He was unlike any guy I had ever experienced in my life and I wanted to know more.
The next day I was hanging up army jackets in the store working my daily shift. It was later in the day and I could not get the image of the babe rumbling with a rival motorcycle gang out of my mind. There in the mirror reflection I noticed movement behind me. I switched my gaze to that area and there behind me. Then I saw it, the back of a green army jacket with the eagle on it. I swallowed hard. Was it him? He turned around and stared right at me. He was tall and lean and maybe in his twenties. He had shaggy dark long hair and a rugged mountain man appearance. His eyes were green and his skin was tanned by the sun. He obviously spent time outdoors on a regular basis. It was him. It was the motorcycle babe I had seen. I started to breath heavily as he walked slowly toward me. I noticed that his eye was darkened and bruised. He had a black eye. No doubt from the rumble the night before, which I was glad, he survived. He stopped and just stared at me.
I was thirty-one and I was used to young guys watching me, because of my full curvy figure and round bottom. Something I owed to my mother. Still, this was making me nervous. He just stared at me, thoroughly looking at me up and down. He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was checking me out.
I was getting irate by it and finally looked at him, made direct eye contact and said, “May I help you?”
He laughed a little and then said, “I think that’s suppose to be my line.”
I turned around to look at him. I looked at him up and down with a sort of an annoyed look and said, “Did you come here for something?”
“Is it that obvious?” he said with a wink and a smirk.
Then he came closer and continued, “So you must know your stuff? Outdoor stuff.”
I was more annoyed. What did this boy know? Just because I worked here I was supposed to have all this outdoor knowledge. It was a basic retail skill, that’s all.
There was something about the way he was looking at me. It was unnerving and sensual at the same time.
“I’m new to the outdoor stuff but I’m learning,” I said.
“Oh, where are your favorite trails?” he asked.
“Nowhere specific. Not a trip, but I hike the eagle trail on a regular basis.”
“I like that trail. When are you going next?”
“Tuesday. I try to go on the weekdays because the tourists are gone by then,” I said.
“So I’ll meet you at the trailhead at eleven a.m. on Tuesday,” he said as he walked away.
“What? No, I didn’t…” But it was too late. He was already gone. What a cocky guy I thought. I didn’t want him to join me. I didn’t even offer. Who invites themselves like that?
Later that night I had a dream about the mysterious young motorcycle white guy at the outdoor store. It was a sex dream. I woke up astonished by it. How did he get into my sexual fantasies? Even more so, it was good sex. It was really good. The way a twenty something would do it, eager and fast with lots of endurance. I woke up wet between my legs, had I had a real orgasm? I definitely had an orgasm in the dream. I reached down and felt myself. I was sensitive to the touch, and really wet. I had cum. I couldn’t believe it. I was a little embarrassed as if he knew. I didn’t even know his name. I should have looked at a nametag, but I didn’t out of my annoyance of him.
When Tuesday came I sat at my breakfast bar wondering what to do. I could either not go at all, or I could go earlier and hike before he got there. Or my last choice, which was to go at eleven and meet up with him, that last option made my heart pound. Why was I so scared of this young guy? That made no sense. I knew why, but I didn’t know why I had such a hard time admitting it to myself, I was attracted to him. My subconscious knew it, hence the wet dreams. And I think he probably knew it. That’s it, the overthinking of it all made me angry and I decided to meet up with him and hike. After all it was just a hike. What could happen?
CHAPTER TWO
At eleven I rolled up to the trailhead, and got out of my jeep. I did not see any other cars or a motorcycle parked near by. Typical of a young guy, he was flaking. I got myself into a bother over nothing. I looked around at the beauty of this place. It was my absolute favorite place to hike. The trees were massive and towered high into the sky. I took in a deep breath and forgot all about the young man. I was relieved that he wasn’t here. Now I could get back to my normal routine.
I put my hands over my head and stretched long and reached high over me. I bent over at the waist touching the ground and stretching the back of my legs. It felt good to warm my muscles. I put my leg up on the fence post and reached over, stretching as far as I could. Then I heard,
“You’re doing that wrong.”
I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. I wanted to scream in anger. It was unnerving. I pulled my leg down and turned around. There he stood, tall and lean. His shaggy long hair was messy and swept over his eyes a little. He had a five o’clock shadow of a beard and was in fitted jeans, and his thin army jacket with a tight cotton t-shirt underneath, and motorcycle boots. A little too cool looking for hiking I thought. He smiled at me. He was absolutely hot and sexy, no doubt about it. I could see his chest and stomach muscles through his tight shirt. Then I pulled my gaze away, trying to disguise that I wasn’t sexually checking him out.
“You’re going to wear that?” I tried to be disapproving.
“It’s perfect, and you know it. Shall we get started?”
He didn’t wait for me; he started on the trail with out me.
“I don’t know your name,” I said catching up with h
im.
“Jake.”
Of course it was Jake. It was a perfect name for a hip motorcycle guy like him. It wouldn’t be Stuart or Robert. I caught up to him and said, “We should go off to the left here. It will take us up to the overlook.”
“No, I want to go down to the canyon. This way,” he said as he veered off to the right. What was he doing? And why was he leading?
“How do you know that goes to the canyon?”
“Well…”
He paused waiting for me to fill in my name. “Amy,” I replied.
“Well, Amy I’ve been here before. I come here all the time,” he said with a smirk that I wanted to slap off his face. He quickened his pace, clearly wanting to take the lead and walk ahead of me. I let him. I watched him from behind. His reflexes were cat like as we crawled over obstacles and jumped over puddles. It was impressive, and I was enjoying watching him. I was really looking at him like a piece of meat. Something told me he wouldn’t mind.
We hiked in silence. Each of us was in our own world observing nature, and our gorgeous surroundings. I loved nature and being here was always therapeutic for me. Being around plant life and the wild made me feel like a primitive creature again. There was beauty in that. All the stresses of our daily American lives stripped away, and you could imagine yourself as a basic creature in the wild. Hunting and gathering the food the Earth created for us, sleeping under the stars, and bathing in a stream, were all the basics of living, or used to be anyway. It was sensual in strange way, when you really thought about it. I was looking down at my feet watching my every step lost in this thought, when I collided with Jake. I didn’t even realize he had stopped in front of me. He must have had his back to me, because he didn’t even see me coming. We toppled over and landed on the ground. I landed on top of him.
“Whoa, calm down. I surrender!” he playfully yelled. I immediately got up. Annoyed once again. Why was this guy able to turn me into a bumbling buffoon? First the jacket, then the stretching and sneaking up on me, and now I was literally falling all over him. I was a strong woman, and no guy had this effect on me, ever.
“Sorry, I wasn’t watching…oh never mind. Let’s keep going,” I continued on down the trail stomping like an angry child. I heard him laughing behind me. He was so darn frustrating. We hiked for another half hour. He was once again was ahead of me. He came to the edge of a dry creek bed.
“Let’s go this way,” he said.
“Off the trail? That’s not a good idea. That’s how you get lost out here,” I said suddenly feeling like a mother once I said it. He looked at me and grinned and started down the creek bed.
“We won’t go far. Just find a spot to take a little break.”
I followed him down the dry creek bed. There was a small bend and it dipped even deeper. This created an area that was completely private from the trail. I suddenly felt nervous and jittery, like a child that was playing hide and seek. He stopped and sat against a moss-covered boulder. The area was lush and green and it looked like a fairy would appear at any second. Stringy Spanish moss hung low from the trees, and the round rocks had been smoothly shaped by the running water that appeared in the rainy season.
“Come take a break,” he said as he padded the empty space on the rock next to him. I was hesitant, but I had spent all morning battling my decision-making efforts and didn’t want to go through that process again. It was a simple sit down. It would be fine. I sat next to him.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he said looking around. Then he looked over at me and continued, “Just like you.”
I turned my face toward him to tell him something along the lines of “cool it” but there was no time. As soon as I turned my head, he planted a kiss on me.
CHAPTER THREE
I wanted to pull away from him, but I didn’t. His kiss was soft, and he was waiting to see what my reaction would be. When I didn’t pull away, he opened my mouth and explored it with his tongue. He put his arm on my lower back and then slid it down my buttocks. He cupped and squeezed them. I moaned in response. I was shocked at what I was letting him do, but it felt too good to stop, and at this point I wanted it. I wanted him.
He moved his other hand on my chest. He unzipped my jacket, the one he picked out for me, and moved his hand inside it. He found my breasts and squeezed and massaged them. We kissed and groped each other for a few minutes. I ran my hand against his chest. I had been longing to do that, as I had eyed it through his tight shirt before. I ran it down his belly and his hard abs. I went further to his thigh and found his hard cock. I gasped. It was huge. Now it all made sense. Why this young kid was so cocky. He had many inches of cockiness to be proud of. It was of wide girth and it was already rock hard through his pants. I rubbed it up and down jerking him off through his pants. He moaned and pulled away from me. He stood up and grabbed my hands and brought me to my feet. He turned me around and pushed me over. I placed my hands on the boulder we were once sitting on. He pushed my feet apart with his foot and then peeled off my spandex hiking pants down to my ankles. He moaned at the sight. Then he slapped my bottom. It jiggled in response.
“Damn Amy. You are so hot. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you hard.”
Then he slapped it again. I felt his mouth kiss my bottom and then trail little soft bites down further and further. Then he got down on his knees and arched his neck back. He stuck out his tongue and licked my wet cleft. I moaned in response. His hands grabbed my buttocks and squeezed and massaged while he stuck his tongue inside me. It was obvious to me now, that this kid had jungle fever. I turned him on. This situation turned him on. He liked African-American woman and liked to watch our curvy parts jiggle. He licked and moaned and said, “I want to taste you. I want to make you cum on my face.”
He moved his tongue to my clitoris. I gasped in response. He pressed against it and moved from right to left faster and faster. Finally I was there. This guy was making me cum. I yelled out, “I’m cuming! I’m cuming!”
He moved his mouth over my opening and sucked on me, drinking from me. I couldn’t believe how dirty he was. And I couldn’t believe how much I liked it. He stood up and said, “Did you like that? Did that feel good?”
“Yes,” I said in barely a whisper as I was still enjoying my orgasm.
“You’re so wet now. You’re wet and ready for me. Do you want my big cock inside you?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Say it. Say you want my big cock inside you.”
I breathed in deep and turned my head over my shoulder to look at him, he was smirking and his beautiful cocky grin turned me on. I said, “I want your big cock inside me. I want you to fuck me with your big cock.”
I heard his zipper come down and in one simple move his hands were on my hips and the tip of his shaft was inside me.
This was happening, my first outdoor sexual experience. I was astonished that I had never done this before. It was only natural with my love of the outdoors, and with as much time I spent in there. However, I never really had the pleasure of enjoying the outdoors with a sexy vibrant younger man, who would have sex anywhere if he were horny. He put his hands on my buttocks and held onto them, and then pushed himself deep inside me. I yelled out in ecstasy. He was huge after all and I couldn’t control the volume of my voice even if I wanted to. Jake was slow about moving in and out of me. He knew he was big, and was careful to be gentle with such a hard weapon. He went far inside me, especially in this position. His hands cupped my breast and he fondled them as he circled his hips. I let out a soft whimper. This was too good to be true. I had not had sex this good ever if I could remember. It wasn’t just his size; it was the wild abandon of it all. He was practically a stranger, and I was much older than him, and we were of different races. Suddenly I found myself making more noise than I normally would. I was sighing deep, breathing deep, and I started saying what I was thinking, “You’re so big, you’re so big,” I said between sighing. Jake moaned in response and kept the conversation
going. “Yeah, does it feel good? Do you like it? Tell me you like it,” he said back to me.
“Yes, it feels so good. I like it, don’t stop. Harder, do it harder,” I breathlessly said in almost a whisper.
With those words Jake slammed harder. Pounding me. He held onto my hips guiding me against him. He would pull out just enough, and then push hard into me, and each time he went deep, he would stop and move in a circle a little before pulling away from me again. It was a pattern. A glorious pattern! How did he know so much about sex? He was advanced for a guy his age. Probably by sleeping with older women I thought. I looked around me, at the trees and all the beauty of nature. Us being in the wild having sex like primitive man and woman. With that thought, I climbed higher and higher, and then I released into climax.
“Did you come?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said barely getting the word out as my body convulsed in little tremors.
“Good, I want you to come, again and again,” he said.
My eyes widened. He wasn’t even close to climaxing I thought. He was going to go and go forever. I braced myself trying to get keep steady, though I felt like collapsing with weakness at the intensity of my orgasm. For, what seemed like fifteen more minutes though I can’t be sure since I had no concept of time, Jake continued to thrust in and out of me. He would go slow and then speed up and stop, and then go again. I never wanted it to stop. I wanted to stay with him inside me forever. It was absolute heaven. Then with out warning, with one hand on my hip, he reached around with his other hand and put his finger on my clitoris. I yelled out. I was so sensitive and it was engorged. He massaged it lightly. My screaming really turned him on. It was that cockiness in him, he liked being a little know-it-all even in sex. The fact that he knew how to push a woman’s buttons turned him on. I cried out, “I’m cuming, I’m cuming.” With that he started to yell and moan. He moved in short fast movements in and out. I exploded into orgasm as I cried out. Then he grunted and groaned until he came too.
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