by Sadie King
He’s looking at me so intensely I think he’s going to kiss me. I turn away quickly and the moment passes. The last thing I need is to get involved with a local guy.
“We should get on with this lesson,” I say, climbing down from the rock.
“Yeah, of course.” He climbs down after me and heads over to the bike. The whole way back I lean against him. It was good opening up to him. I feel unburdened, good and safe, and like my heart is in a whole lot of trouble.
5
Sammy
It’s a few days later when Lena turns up at the garage for her next lesson. I hear the familiar clack of her heels, and my heart starts racing.
When I see her, my mouth drops open, and I can’t do anything but stare for a few moments. She’s wearing brand new bike leathers and they cling to her like wet silk, unapologetically highlighting her curvy figure.
I feel my dick twitch in my pants, and I have to look away. The last thing she needs is a horny driving instructor.
“I see you got some sensible clothes this time,” I quip.
She smiles at me, and I can’t help but grin back.
“Too bad we’re not going on the road today,” I say.
Her face falls. “But I dressed up especially to ride.”
“And I appreciate the effort. This is what you should be wearing every time you get on a bike.”
“Aren’t we getting on a bike today?”
“Today we’re going over the basics.”
She frowns at me.
“Come on, follow me.”
We go around to the vacant lot out back where I’ve got a training bike ready for her. We spend the next two hours going over the basics, releasing the throttle, applying the brake, and getting the feel for the weight of the bike.
She’s a quick learner, and it’s not long before she takes her first ride from one end of the lot to the other.
“Good work,” I say as she stops in front of me beaming. “That’s all for today.”
“How’s the Cruiser coming along?” she asks as I wheel the training bike back to the garage.
“Good. You can have a look if you want.”
“Sure.”
“But I warn you, it’s all in pieces.”
She looks dismayed when she sees the pile of parts and the skeleton of the bike in the work area.
“It’s a work in progress,” I say reassuringly. “You’ve got to pull it apart first to put it back together properly.”
“Are you working on it now?”
“Yeah, I was going to clean these parts up and see what needs replacing.”
“Can I watch?”
I pull at my beard as I look at her hopeful, upturned face. Damn, she’s gorgeous.
“Stay if you want, but you might find it boring.”
“Maybe, but I like learning new things.”
“What is it you do for a job?” I ask.
“I’m a journalist.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “I’m impressed.”
She looks down, embarrassed. “Well, journalist might be the wrong word. I studied journalism, but I write feature articles for a fashion magazine.”
“That explains the high heels.”
“Being short explains the high heels.”
I laugh, and she smiles back at me. “And your boss let you take time off to come down here?”
“Yeah, I explained about my dad and they said to take as long as I needed. I was thinking another few weeks. It’s nice here, nice to have a break.”
I nod slowly, wondering at the unfairness of the universe that the only woman I’ve been interested in for a long time is only in town for a few weeks. I sigh inwardly and promise myself not to get too attached.
We chat easily through the afternoon. She seems generally interested in what I’m doing with the bike and even helps me clean up some of the pieces. The time passes quickly, and as the afternoon breezes by with easy chatting and lots of laughs, I can feel my heart opening up to this funny, bright, and beautiful girl.
The week passes in a happy blur as we slip into a routine. She comes for a lesson in the morning and then stays for a few hours to help me work on the bike. She’s a fast learner, and while it slows me down a bit having to explain the different parts and what I’m doing, it’s nice to have her around.
Her riding improves, and by the end of the week she’s been on the local roads and is ready to head out for a proper ride.
I fasten the learner plates to the training bike and we both put on high vis vests.
“A safety precaution until you pass your test,” I explain as she looks in horror at the fluorescent vests.
“We’re gonna take it real slow out there. You stick behind me. We’ll go out on the main road and into the hills where I took you that first day, okay?”
“I’m ready,” she says confidently.
We get on the bikes and head out onto the road. We’ve been doing laps of the neighborhood, and I know she can handle corners and traffic lights, but it’ll be the first time she’s gone over thirty miles per hour.
We head out of town, and I watch her in my wing mirror as I slowly pick up the pace. She seems to be handling it okay, and we ride into the hills and stop at the ridge.
She’s beaming when she pulls her helmet off.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Better than okay. It’s even more fun when you’re riding by yourself.”
I grin back at her. “You’ve caught the bug.”
“The biking bug?”
“Oh yeah, you’ve got it bad.”
She laughs, and we climb onto the rock and sit looking out over the town.
“How about you? When did you get the bug?” she asks.
“Bikes have been a part of my life since I was born. My parents both ride, my brothers all ride. I’m the youngest, so I was always riding on the back as a kid until I was old enough to get my own.”
“And now you run the garage?”
“Yeah, I own it.”
She nods and looks away. “What’s it like living in a small town like this?”
I take a while before I answer her.
“I love it here. Everyone’s friendly. There’s a real sense of community. Some people say there’s nothing to do here, but you can take your bike an hour, two hours out of town, and you got mountains, lakes, rivers, woods. It’s beautiful.”
I’ve turned towards her as I talk, and I suddenly realize how close she is.
“You think you could ever live in a place like this?” I ask casually even while I think my whole future might depend on her answer.
She takes her time, looking out over the trees, then back at me. She nods.
“Yeah. Yeah, I think I could.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. She looks at me, and she’s so damn gorgeous with those big brown eyes that I can’t resist reaching out and taking her chin in my hand.
She doesn’t back away, and so I lean in and press my mouth against hers. She kisses me back, soft and delicate. I slide my tongue into her mouth and she opens up for me, her warm lips pressing into mine.
I run my hand down the delicate skin of her neck. Her skin’s so soft compared to my rough hands, and I can imagine running my hands all over her soft body. My dick starts to harden at the thought.
A gust of wind rushes through the tops of the trees and blows onto the ridge. She pulls away as her hair whips around her face.
I notice that dark clouds have crept across the sky.
“It looks like it might rain. We’d better get back.”
“Is it normal practice for a driving instructor to kiss their clients?” she asks.
“Only the pretty ones.” I jump down from the rock as she swipes playfully at me.
We run over to the bikes laughing and pull our helmets on.
Just as we reach town, large raindrops start to fall on the road. By the time we’re back at the garage, we’re soaked through.
“It’s part and parc
el of being a biker,” I say as we pull off our helmets. “You have to learn to love the rain or become a fair-weather biker.”
“I don’t mind getting wet. As long as there’s a hot shower and dry clothes to change into.” She looks around the garage and screws up her nose.
“No chance of that, sorry, but I might have a towel out back.”
“A towel that’s not covered in grease?”
“Maybe.”
I lead her through the garage and to the workroom out back, leaving puddles of rainwater in our wake.
6
Lena
I follow him into the dingy back workshop, the rain beating on the roof matching the rhythm of my heart. Ever since he kissed me, I’ve felt agitated, like I’ve had a taste and I need more.
“You can take those wet things off if you like,” he says with a grin.
“I’m sure your apprentice would like that show.”
“It’s his day off. There’s just the two of us here.”
He opens a locker and pulls out a towel. It’s threadbare but no signs of grease.
“You can change into these,” he says, offering me a pair of overalls.
“Thanks. I’m sure they’ll go well with my shoes.”
He laughs. “I’ve probably got some work boots you can wear too.”
We’re alone in the back room. There are a couple of lockers on one wall and a work bench on the other. He peels off his motorbike leathers, and suddenly he’s wearing nothing but a pair of underwear and a damp white t-shirt. Then he turns around to face the wall and takes off the t-shirt.
I should look away, but I can’t take my eyes off him. The tattoos I’ve seen poking out from his shirt twist over his shoulders and down his back. The white underwear clings to a round ass which looks utterly squeezable.
“You want me to leave so you can get changed?” he asks.
I open my mouth, but I seem to be rendered speechless by the perfect roundness of his butt cheeks.
He looks over his shoulder and catches me looking at him. I duck my head in embarrassment, but I still see the massive grin on his face.
“Enjoying the show?”
I nod. “I am, actually.”
He turns to face me fully, and I have to force myself to look him in the eye rather than check out his package.
“You like what you see?” His voice is husky, and I’m suddenly aware of how close he is to me.
I nod again, and his hand reaches out to the zip on my leather jacket.
“Let’s get you out of these wet things.”
He unzips me slowly, and I look him dead in the eye as he unwraps me, peeling back the wet leather from my skin.
When the jacket is off, he looks down at my body and there’s a sharp intake of breath. My t-shirt’s wet and it’s clinging to my breasts, the lacy fabric of my bra outlined beneath the damp fabric and the buds of my nipples clearly visible.
It makes me feel powerful, him looking at me like that, so I push my chest out and smile slowly.
“Are you enjoying the show?” I ask.
He nods. “Oh yeah.”
He brushes my wet nipple with his thumb, and I gasp as a tremor runs through me.
His hand slides under my t-shirt, and he peels it off over my head.
I have to stop myself from covering my belly and instead stand looking at him defiantly, daring him to say something about my flabby bits.
Instead he runs his hands down the sides of my torso, and it feels as good as I imagined, his callused hands against my smooth skin.
His hands move down to my leather pants, and he crouches as he slides them down my legs.
I move to slip the heels off my feet, and he shakes his head.
“Oh no, leave those on.”
When he stands up, there’s no hiding the hard dick pushing against his underwear. My eyes go wide at the size of it. He’s a big guy, and his bad boy is huge. I feel a dampness between my legs as I watch it twitch in his pants.
I draw my eyes away from his cock and to his face. He’s watching me with a lopsided grin. “Think you can handle it?”
“Only one way to find out.”
He closes the gap between us, and his lips smash into mine. He tastes of rainwater and salt, and the kiss is urgent and purposeful. His hands are running over my body, and before I know it, he’s undone my bra strap. He pulls my bra off, and his mouth explores my breasts, sucking on one nipple until it’s hard, then moving slowly to the other. I run my hand through his hair as he flicks my nipple with his tongue.
He’s got me pressed up against the work bench, and suddenly his hands are under my ass, and he lifts me up and puts me down so I’m sitting on the edge of the bench.
It’s just the right height for him to open my legs and maneuver himself between them. His erection presses into me through the fabric of both our underwear.
I slip my hands down the back of his briefs grabbing that perfect ass. I slide the fabric down until his dick pops out over the top. He slides them down his legs and steps out of them, naked before me.
Now the only barrier between us is my lacy panties. I take his dick in my hands and pull him towards me, rubbing his tip up and down against the damp fabric.
He moans in pleasure, the guttural sound sending a primal thrill through me.
There are tools and bike parts on the bench, and he sweep them aside. “Lean back,” he says.
I lean my elbows on the workbench as he slides my panties down my legs.
I’m still wearing my heels, and as he pulls my panties over them, he brushes his lips against my ankles. His mouth travels up my leg, kissing the skin of my shin, my knee, and then the soft flesh of my thighs. His hand follows his mouth, and as he positions his head between my legs, he hooks my leg over his shoulder so the spiky heel of my shoe digs into his shoulder blade.
His tongue licks at the soft folds of my swollen pussy. I moan as he explores me with his tongue. The coarse hair of his beard scratches against the soft skin of my thighs, contrasting with the pleasure and sending tingles all the way down to my toes.
He slides a finger into me, and I cry out as he moves it in and out of my slit. All the time his tongue flicks at me, pulling me upwards, building my pleasure until I’m riding the waves of an orgasm, my body shuddering under his touch.
He brings his head up, a wicked grin across his face. His beard is glistening with my pussy juice, and I pull him towards me into a hard kiss, licking the tangy taste of myself off his lips.
He bends down and fumbles with his clothes, pulling a condom out of his pocket.
I help him slide it on and line up his dick to my opening. He grabs my leg and bends my knee back, opening me wide. I rest my heel on his chest and he takes a sharp intake of breath, his eyes going wide with desire.
“You like a bit of pain, do you?” I say, pushing my sharp heel into his flesh.
He nods. “You in nothing but these heels is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I grind my heel into him a bit more, and at the same time he thrusts his cock into me. I cry out and arch my back as he fills me up. Tendrils of pleasure shoot through me as he thrusts in and out. It’s fast and urgent and I lift my ass into him, meeting him at every thrust.
He grunts as he fucks me up against the workbench in his dirty backroom. He grabs my ass and pulls me towards him so I’m sliding up and down his shaft. My tits bounce up and down as he pumps me harder and harder.
It’s so dirty, so erotic, and the need to claim each other so strong, the pleasure so great that suddenly I’m coming all over his dick, my pussy contracting around him. Then he’s coming too and we both cry out, our pleasure pulling us together.
He collapses onto me and we hold each other, panting and sweaty. The rain falls on the tin roof and I lean my head on his chest, wanting this moment to last forever.
7
Sammy
I wake early the next morning and take a leisurely bike ride to the garage. It rained all night and
now the early morning sun glints through the trees, turning wet leaves into sparkling diamonds.
I hum to myself while I open up the garage. I finished the paint work on the Cruiser last night after I dropped Lena at home, and now I want to surprise her with the finished bike.
I give it a final polish and turn the engine over. It hums to life, and I take it for a spin around the lot. It rides beautifully; she’s ready to go.
I have a couple of other jobs I need to finish up, and after lunch I leave Jason in charge of the garage and ride the bike over to Lena’s.
I stop at the florist on the way. Yesterday in the garage was the best sex of my life, but I want to show her she means more to me than that. I’ve never bought a girl flowers before, and I feel out of place in my scruffy t-shirt and beard.
The woman behind the counter helps me choose a bunch of begonias, deep red, the same color as the lipstick Lena wears that drives me crazy. I strap them to the back of the bike and head over to her place.
As soon as I open the door, I know something is wrong. Her smile is a little too forced, her voice a little too high. When I give her the flowers, she looks away quickly, but not before I see the tears spring into her eyes.
“I better get these in water.” She turns away, and I follow her into the kitchen. She pulls out a vase and fills it from the tap. “They’re beautiful, thank you. That color is divine.”
“Same color as your lipstick.”
I slide my hands around her waist, and she stiffens under my touch.
“Lena, baby, what’s wrong?”
She turns to me, and her eyes are swimming.
“I got a call from the magazine this morning.” I wait for her to go on, dreading what comes next. “They need me back at work.”
The words are like a kick to my stomach. I knew we were on borrowed time, but I had pushed it to the back of my mind.
“I’m sorry, Sammy.” She’s blinking back tears now, and I do the only decent thing I can. While my heart is screaming, I pull her into my chest and hold her close.