Black paint laced with intricate red spider web patterns gleamed in the sunlight. I ran one finger along the hot metal, tracing the blood red lines, and imagining what it would feel like to fly on this machine. Mind lost in fantasy I did not hear anyone talking to me until the words breathed by my ear.
"Like what you see?"
Thankfully I did not jump a mile at the sudden appearance of a male voice, but my fuzzy, fantasy laden mind moved slowly, and in turn so did I. Slowly, I turned to look upward at the man standing behind me, a smirk sitting crookedly on his face. Inwardly I thought, a cocky one, and I bet this is his bike.
"Actually, " my finger lifted off the hot metal of the gas tank of the motorcycle I had been caressing and I turned to face him, "I do like what I see very much."
My eyes roamed his form as I said these words, slowly, and sensually. Normally I would not have been so brazen with a stranger but the heat from the metal and my own lewd thoughts were coursing through my veins. The heat beat down unmercifully from the summer sun but I was not even aware of it, I focused on the man before me. Oh, and what a man this was. Tall, with thick shoulder length black hair, black tank top that showed off very grandly sculpted muscles, blue jeans, and black motorcycle boots. He had sunglasses on and I almost reached up to pull them down so I could see the color of his eyes but I figured I was pushing things as it was. One of his dark brows cocked upward at my bold words and his smirk shifted to a predatory smile.
"You know, that is my bike." He said, that smile seeming to grow with each word.
"Hmm, is it?" My gaze turned back to the bike beside me and I grazed my fingertips over the seat. "It is a wonderful machine." back to him to see he had propped his sunglasses on top of his head and the most intense chocolate brown eyes I had ever seen bored into me intensely. Goddess, what a man, I thought as my fingertips remained resting lightly on the black seat of the bike. The vinyl was warm and I imagined him sitting on the bike, sending it through turns at high speed. I almost visibly shuddered with pleasure at the image in my head but I contained myself.
"You want to go for a ride?" He asked. His expression had changed to something less predatory and more wanting. Desire in those eyes were building, it was easy to see.
"I do not even know you. My mother told me never to take rides offered by strangers." I smiled playfully at him, using all my womanly charms to gain his attention even more. The place we were in was a bike haven; many bikers stopped at the small gas station and café to rest before they headed up the canyon or on their way out. Many bikes parked here and many scantily clad women were stalking the owners of the bikes to get rides. I did not want him to think I was some biker slut. Nor did I want his attention to shift from me to one of the gals who was actively trying to get his attention. His laugh came rich and deep after my playful tirade.
"Well then I will tell you my name, you can tell me yours, and then we will not be strangers anymore."
Now it was my turn to laugh. Smooth, yeah this guy was smooth.
"My name is Sky."
"A pleasure to meet you Sky. My name is Alex." He held out a hand and I settled my smaller one into his. The initial contact shocked us both as electricity ran up my arm, and I assume it hit him as well since his eyes widened with shock. Suddenly I was very conscious of what I had chosen to wear that day. Tight blue jeans, black boots, and a black half tank top. I did not feel like wearing shorts and I did not like to wear them when I rode my bike. I wonder what his reaction would be when he found out I rode as well. Some guys liked it, some became intimidated by it, and some even thought I should not ride my own bike. I almost said I would ride my bike along side his but something inside me wanted to perch on the back of his bike and wrap my arms around him tightly. I wanted that so badly that I could feel a tingling in the pit of my stomach that ran directly to my nether regions.
His hand eased from mine, he gathered his composure and said. "So, want that ride now?"
I smiled and said. "Yeah, let me go get my helmet."
I walked off to my own bike, a smaller version of his, and picked up my black and purple helmet. I turned to find him standing directly behind me staring at my bike.
"Yours?" he asked with a pleased gleam in his eyes.
"Yep, he is mine. I have lovingly wrenched and polished every inch of him. Something I love to do. Work on the bike and ride it." My words came easily as I was always into talking about motorcycles. I loved anything with wheels and that went fast, that included cars.
