She waited impatiently by the window. It was a typical northwest day, gray and cloudy. About sixty-five degrees and a steady breeze from the west. "Is he going to come?" she asked herself aloud.
"Who, Mommy? Who's coming?" her son chimed in.
"A friend of mine, sweetie. You're going to Grandma's for a few days while we go for a ride." Tiff explained to her young son.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"He didn't say. I don't know, yet."
She started thinking about what was happening today. Tiff had met Roger online almost two years ago. At thirty years old, divorced, with a ten year old son, she needed some stability in her life. Roger was a motorcycle mechanic in the U.S., fifty years old, and looking for someone who had the same feeling for life and living that he did.
The wrote back and forth for a long time. Finally he asked her one day if she would like to "meet" for real. It had taken her a long time to decide. Now, she was having the jitters over the long awaited event.
It was a long way to B.C. Canada from Texas. Any thing could have happened. Was he alright? Did he get lost? Did the bike break down? She worried that he may have changed his mind.
She reminded herself that he hadn't been specific about exactly when he would arrive, and left the window seat to check her e-mail, just in case...
Her boy came running in to the "office". "He's here! Mommy, here he is!!"
She ran her fingers through her waist length blonde hair, and smoothed her clothes before she went to the door. The black Harley glittered in the sunlight as he pulled up the drive. He had mounted the sidecar on the machine, making it look even bigger than it was.
Her heart fluttered as Roger dismounted. Dressed in black leather from head to toe, heavy jacket, pants, vest, thick soled boots. He peeled the black helmet from his head, and she got her first look at his handsome face.
He strode up the walk, flashing her a straight toothed smile on his lean face. High cheekbones under sparkling green eyes, and a short, straight nose, and close cropped dark hair. He was everything she'd imagined, and then some!
Roger hugged her gently, and kissed her cheek. "Made it!" he said. "What a ride it was. Beautiful scenery, all the way up."
"I'm so glad you're here! I was beginning to worry." Tiff said softly.
"No, I didn't chicken out. I've been looking towards this for a long time, too!" he replied.
"Are you ready? I've got my stuff packed, just like you said."
"Have you got the kid's stuff, too?"
She got a curious look on her face. He answered before she could ask, "We'll drop him off at Grandma's on the way out. Okay?" Johnny heard that!
"I get to ride, too?"
"Just to Grandma's, but yes, if it's okay with your Mom."
She couldn't say no, and it did save them the wait for Grandma and Grandpa to come and pick him up.
They loaded up the bike with Tiff's backpack, and Johnny's overnight. The sidecar held everything out of the way, including Johnny.
A short trip to the next town found them at Grandma's. Kisses and hugs all around, and Tiffany and Roger headed out for their first time together. Alone with her "Knight in Black Leather", she wrapped her long legs tightly around his butt and thighs. Her arms pulled her small breasts close to the soft leather jacket, her face cradled at the back of his neck. She could smell the combination of his masculine scent and the old leather. The heat of the big bike between her legs, combined with the heavy mechanical vibrations, was making her wet with arousal.
This ride has been her fantasy for a lot of years, she couldn't believe it was happening, at long last. She could feel him breathing under her slender fingers. 'Yes, it is real.' she thought. 'He's really here. I'm with this gorgeous man on this beautiful bike, and I don't know where we're going.'
