CHAPTER FOUR
We hiked up back out of the canyon in silence. I had the biggest smile on my face. Though every time he turned to look at me I wiped it away. I didn’t want this cocky guy to know he had just shaken me to the core with the best sex of my life.
“What happened to your eye?” I finally had the courage to ask.
He chuckled and said, “Oh just a little brawl. No big deal.”
I arched my eyebrows at the thought of that. No big deal? It was maybe the scariest thing I had ever seen and he was saying it was no big deal.
We arrived back at the parking lot and he looked at me up and down and said, “Same time tomorrow?”
My mouth dropped open. I thought this was a one-time event. Not a morning ritual.
“No, absolutely not,” I said making my way to my jeep.
“Amy, why not. Didn’t you enjoy yourself?”
“Well, yes, but I don’t need to make a habit of it! You’re just a reckless kid!”
“What, you can’t be that much older than me.”
“I’m thirty-one.”
He paused and looked at me like I was lying, and then said, “And you think that’s old? Too old to enjoy sex?”
“No, I just. How old are you?”
“Twenty-five. But age doesn’t matter to me. Six years is nothing. I love women, and I like to enjoy them. I want to enjoy you, again tomorrow if you’ll let me.”
I didn’t answer. I got in my jeep and closed the door. He smiled that wicked grin at me and knocked on the glass of my window. I rolled it down.
“I’ll be here tomorrow at the same time. You don’t have to come, but I would like it if you did.”
Then he walked away. I turned the ignition and drove home. When I got home I replayed it all in my mind. The hike, the flirtations, the sex, and it was all so epic. Why was I so intent on denying myself the most basic humanly pleasure? Had society ingrained in me this much that it was wrong for a woman to enjoy sex in a no strings attached scenario with a younger man, a white younger man? Surely men didn’t battle with this at all. They just did what they wanted. I didn’t plan on going back tomorrow, but I set my alarm for nine in the morning.
The next day at eleven o’clock I arrived at the trail. Jake was already there casually leaning against his bike. When I got out of the jeep he began to clap. It was unbelievable. The cockiness was extreme in this one. He came straight over to me and said, “Congratulations.”
“On what?” I said.
“On letting go. Come on,” he said grabbing my hand. He hopped on his bike and motioned for me to get on.
“I’m not getting on that thing!” I yelled.
He looked at me like he was going to devour me and said, “Yes you are.”
I looked around and sighed. He was right. I moved closer and he pulled me toward him by my shirt and planted a deep passionate kiss on my mouth.
“Now get that hot ass on my bike,” he said.
I was turned on already. I got behind him and straddled the bike pushing myself close to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held on tight. He recklessly pulled out of the dirt lot and onto the paved road. I was terrified and thrilled. I had no idea where we were going, but I knew he was involved in some sort of illegal activities. I hugged him tightly as he drove the motorcycle through the winding wilderness roads. Then we came to the industrial warehouse where I had witnessed the fight. I couldn’t believe I was here.
He pulled in his motorcycle and a man came out and slid open the chain link fence. Jake drove through it and the man closed it behind him. Jake slowed and then stopped. He turned off the ignition and then we got off the bike.
“What is this place?” I asked.
“It’s sort of a hang out I guess,” he laughed.
I looked around and everyone was wearing the eagle emblem on the vests or jackets. It was even on a banner that hung from the building.
“Come on I’ll show you around,” he said grabbing my hand.
My eyes were wide, as I looked around at all the buildings. It was still fairly early so there wasn’t much activity. He walked me to a white concrete building. He pulled open the garage door and inside were lots of cars in different states of repair. It was a workshop of sorts. I looked at Jake confused. Then we walked in further. I looked around and it finally hit me. All these cars were stolen and this was a chop shop.
“Is this a chop shop Jake?” I whispered.
“Yes,” he said matter of fact with no emotion on his face.
“You steal cars!” I yelled at him. “You’re a criminal?”
He just laughed at me and said, “Well the guys mostly steal them and fix them I just kind of oversee things.”
I was so angry. He was a reckless young guy. What had I gotten myself into?
I stormed off back to his bike. “Take me back to my jeep,” I demanded.
“Oh come on don’t be like that,” he laughed.
“I don’t want anything to do with this. I wish I could unsee it,” I said.
“It’s not a big deal,” he said. “We do what we have too.”
“Just take me back. I don’t want to be here,” I said with out making eye contact with him. I was really angry. Yet a part of myself was turned on that he had this entire illegal business going. It made me feel like I was in danger and that adrenaline was kicking in. I wanted him right then and there, but I had to stay true to myself.
He finally jumped on the bike and I jumped on the back. He rode slower and less reckless back to the trail where I had left my jeep. When we finally got there I jumped off the back of his bike.
“Amy, I don’t see what the big deal is. You knew I was reckless. Do you think me and my gang had garden parties?” he laughed.
Then he peeled out and took off. I felt like such a square, but I knew what was best for me. Or so I thought. I jumped in my jeep feeling angry that he would take me there and expect I would be cool with whatever illegal activities he had going on. I drove home replaying it in my head. However I was mostly regretting that we didn’t get to fuck before he took me there. I was expecting to let him ravage me one more time and now I had been cheated out of that. I was very annoyed.
Two weeks passed and I tried every chance I could to put it out of my mind. Or put him out of my mind, but I couldn’t. Every time I heard the sound of a motorcycle I ran to the window to see, but it never was. I started to doubt my decisions when the lust inside of me built up to the point that I wanted to go find him. I talked myself out of it every day. When I went hiking I waited at the trailhead for half an hour before every hike hoping he would show up. I was deep in a haze of desire and it was affecting my life and work. I moved to Colorado to be stress free and instead I was stressing over a younger white guy. It was so unlike me.
One day I found myself on the road that passed the warehouses but from across the way. It was the same spot that I had pulled over to watch the brawl that one night. I pulled out my binoculars once again and scanned the area to see if I would see Jake. I sat there for half an hour watching. I saw nothing. It was very upsetting. I needed a fix, and I could only get that if I saw him. I finally drove away feeling upset. Then it finally happened. I was at work once more at the outdoor and sporting goods store. I was deep in thought when I heard, “Are you still mad at me?”
I turned to see Jake standing there. He was just as hot as I remembered him and I felt relief wash over me to see him. However on the outside I stayed calm, cool, and indifferent. I walked over to him and leaned in to whisper, “What are you doing here?”
But mostly I walked to him because I wanted to get as close as possible so that maybe I could catch some of his manly scent and indulge myself in the intoxicating feel of it.
“I had to see you,” he said.
I looked around the store to make sure no one was watching, and then I moved very close to him and ran my hand over his chest and down to his cock. I couldn’t stop myself. It was like I was possessed. It was the fact th
at I was deprived of him for so long that made me act in this crazy way.
“I’ve been wanting to see you too. I missed you. I missed your cock,” I whispered.
Jake inhaled deeply as I fondled him. I could tell he was enjoying every minute of it. Then I stopped and said, “But yes I am still mad at you. I don’t like that you took me there, it was very wrong.”
He relaxed and seemed irritated that I stopped fondling him, which is exactly what I wanted him to feel. I wanted him to feel extreme desire for me and not be able to handle not having me. “Fuck Amy, now I’m hard as shit. My cock is hard,” he whispered to me. That was it. That was all I needed to feel like I couldn’t take another second of not having him inside of me.
“Do you have time to go for a hike?” he asked with a sexy grin on his face.
“I’m just about to get off,” I smiled to him.
“I’ll wait for your hot ass outside,” he said.
Then he walked out. I quickly finished up my paper work and ran to the ladies room to fix myself up. I applied a light peach lipgloss that brought out the caramel tones in my skin. I pulled my hair back into a tight high ponytail so that I could ride the motorcycle with ease. I grabbed my bag and headed out to the parking lot where Jake was casually leaning against his bike. I had dreamed of this moment for so long and now it was happening. I leaned my body against his and he ran his hands up and down my back and planted his lips on mine. Goose bumps appeared on my body as I felt the exquisite pleasure of having him in my arms again.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said as we hoped on to the bike and were on our way. The wind felt amazing against my body and I held on tight to his strong abs. I rubbed my hands up and down his stomach feeling the ripple of all his muscle and loving it. I buried my head in his back and inhaled his manly scent. Being a part from him had only made me appreciate being with him even more than I could imagine. A few minutes later we pulled into the dirt lot of the trailhead that we had hiked so long ago. I got off the bike and Jake parked it.
Then we heard the thundering sound of motorcycles approaching. My eyes grew wide as I saw Jake tense up. I was worried. Then two bikes came into view.
“Get behind me,” he said.
“What? Why? Jake what’s going on,” I panicked.
“Just do it now.”
I did as he said as two very big men came into view on motorcycles. They parked the bikes and got off.
“Jake, you owe us,” the large man said.
I looked at both the men and they had very large cobra tattoos on their forearms. I knew instantly that this must be the rival gang that his gang had fought with. I was very scared and didn’t know what to do. They could easily harm us and get away with it this far out in the wilderness. It would not be a problem at all.
“We already settled this. I kicked your ass remember,” Jake said to him.
“That’s not going to cut it for us,” the man said. They started walking slowly toward us. Then we heard a very loud thunderous sound. Around the curve came ten motorcycles. It was Jake’s gang. I don’t know how they knew what was going on, but they were here and I felt relieved. The two men looked at each other and put their hands in the air as the gang made circles around them on their bikes. Jake looked at them with his cocky grin and winked at them. He was egging them on. I knew that was not safe. The two men got back on their bikes and rode off. Soon Jake’s entire gang was parked and on foot sitting and standing in the area.
“What the hell was that?” I said to Jake.
“Just some guys from our rivals that think I owe them money is all. It happens, but don’t worry you’re safe with me.” Then he kissed me. At the same time one of Jake’s gang members came over to us.
“You all right Jake?” he asked.
“Yeah, all good. Thanks for coming out,” he said.
“What do you want to do about it?” the man asked Jake.
“For now why don’t you guys hang out here for an hour or so and keep a look out. I promised my lady here a hike in the woods, and that’s what I want to do,” Jake said.
His friend nodded yes and Jake looked at me and winked. I was in awe at the power he was wielding over these people. It was fascinating to watch. The danger we were in had adrenaline shooting through my body and I was turned on more than I was when I left the store. Jake kissed me and slapped me on the ass and said, “Let’s get going momma.”
I looked at him in disbelief. This was all too unreal and I didn’t know what to make of it. I didn’t bother fighting it. There was no point. I knew that I wanted him badly and I couldn’t wait anymore.
He planted a kiss on me and we hiked into the wilderness. This time we went up. We climbed higher and higher to an area known as the overlook. It was high up and the trail came to and end at a gorgeous over look. You could see for miles from up there. Jake began to yell, “Hello!” and listening back as it echoed from the canyon below. It was adorable.
“Join me,” he said. I started to yell with him and we laughed at hearing our own voices echo back at us. After a few minutes of laughing, drinking some water, and resting, Jake stood before me. He grabbed my hand and rubbed it on his hard cock. How was he already hard? I thought. We hadn’t even had any real contact yet. He guided my hand over it, just the way he wanted to be touched. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled it out. I forgot how big it was, and again my eyes widened. I played with it. Really examined it. The smooth pink skin was perfect. Then, there on the ledge of this massive over look, I knelt down in front of him and put the tip in my mouth. Jake moaned and tilted his head back. I used my hand to tug back and forth on the base of it. It was so large, there was no way the entire thing would fit in my mouth. Still, I enjoyed having it in my mouth. I looked up at him as I sucked on the tip. He moaned as he looked down at me, then he smiled that brilliant grin. He touched my face softly with his hand. I took the tip out of my mouth and licked it up and down like a popsicle. I did this for a few minutes, and then Jake pulled away from me. He came down to the ground with me and laid me down on the ground. He unlaced my boots and took them off. Then he peeled my hiking pants down. Now the bottom half of me was naked. He laid on top of me and pressed himself down on me. His soft smooth skin rubbed against mine. It felt delicious. He kissed me on the mouth. Then stared down at me and asked, “Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because it feels good. I want to have you inside me, because it feels good.”
He grinned. He loved hearing me say that. He reached down and took his big shaft in his hand and put it inside me. He slowly slid inside me, inch by inch. Just when I thought it was all inside me, there was more. He was good at the art of prolonging. Increasing my anticipation. Finally, he was all inside me. He was deep within me. He moaned loudly and pulled his head up looking around. Then he looked at me again and said,
“Look around Amy. Look where we are. We are lucky to have found each other. Two people that enjoy nature, look at it.”
I did as he commanded. I looked around and he looked around. He started to move in and out of me, but neither of us looked at each other. We looked at our surroundings. That’s how he we did it for the next ten minutes. He went slow and then pounded me. I put my legs up in the air and then wrapped them around his strong and lean body. I wanted him all inside me. I pushed him in with my legs. Jake stopped and pulled out of me completely. I was confused. I know he hadn’t cum yet. He pushed himself down the length of my body. He put his hand on my center and parted me with his fingers. He moaned with delight and said, “beautiful.”
He did that for a while. Looking at me and fondling me, completely enjoying what he saw. It made me feel very sexy and I was thrilled with each sigh that escaped his mouth. Then he put his mouth on it. First trailing light kisses all around it and then using his tongue to penetrate me. I arched my back in response. It felt like I was melting into the ground. He used his tongue to apply pressure on my bud
and move left to right. That was all I needed. I came almost immediately into his mouth. He eagerly drank it up.
After watching me writhe around in full orgasm he climbed back on top of me. He pushed my thighs open wide with his hands and then guided his shaft back inside me. He pushed deep in me again. He went faster and faster until he yelled out in ecstasy. He collapsed on top of me. All of his weight was on me and I could smell the intoxicating odor of his skin. I licked his shoulder. I was surprised at myself. I no longer went through the process of questioning everything. I was just driven by pure lust. It felt good. It felt primitive.
After that day, I met Jake on a weekly basis or sometimes twice a week. I looked forward to it all the time. Every time we did it in a different section of the woods and found a new position to try. I would straddle him while he laid in a shallow stream bouncing up and down on top of him. Or we would find a small grassy meadow and I would lay flat on my stomach and he would enter me from behind. It was always something that worked with the natural environment we were in.
We never had a relationship beyond sex. I did not want to be involved in his dangerous games and motorcycle game so I kept it strictly sex. This worked well for me because every now and then I was put in danger when I was with him and it was just the right amount to turn me on and get the adrenaline going. However, I did not want to be his girlfriend. I didn’t want that. We were in fact very different, and at different levels in our lives and what we wanted. But we did have one very basic thing in common, the love of sex in the outdoors. Until I met him I had never experienced such an indulgence. I owed it all to him for showing me how I was missing out on something completely epic. It was a perfect balance of danger and sex. I stayed out of his other gang affairs but I still got all the perks of having him as my lover. I had a dangerous and sensual leader of a dangerous and criminal motorcycle gang as a lover and it was hot. Our interracial relationship was hot for both of us and I always cherished it. Eventually I moved out of Colorado and never saw him again and unsure what happened to him. With the dangerous lifestyle he lived I almost did not want to know. I always remained fond of the sexual escapades we shared in the forest.
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