Cindy has a Biker
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Cindy had been looking for a new job for sometime after been asked to leave her previous job due to her fucking her boss’ husband. After sending out numerous CV’s she eventually got a job as an assistant at a publishing company.
On her first day, Cindy overslept. She’d lain awake the night before, going over and over the tight morning routine in her mind. In spite of her preparations, the alarm had not been put forward an hour due to the time change.
Cindy got dressed quickly with the clothes she selected the night before: a just-above-the-knee skirt with fitted jacket, silk blouse, sheer stockings, and conservative pumps. Resisting the urge to primp, she settled for a glance in the hall mirror. While her wits would ultimately determine her success, Cindy liked dressing a bit provocatively, though she didn’t flaunt her looks but did choose clothing which accentuated her many positives.
Cindy had been in a relationship with Tom for a year now, but the sex was getting worse, even though it was never good. She’d never been able to achieve the mind-blowing orgasms she heard about from girlfriends or read about in magazines.
Her greatest satisfaction came while masturbating with a vibrator hidden in her nightstand.
Beyond the sex, she’d no complaints.
When she eventually got out onto the road to her new workplace, it was almost eight o’clock. In order to make it all the way across town by nine, she’d have to move it. Exceeding the speed limit by more than five miles per hour gave Cindy the shakes as she hated speed. She had no choice though, otherwise she was to be late for her first day on a new job.
She draped her jacket on the passenger seat and headed toward town. She decided to take a shortcut which her friend told her about to bypass the worst of the traffic. The road seemed in good condition, so she decided to risk it. For Cindy, it was a walk on the wild side.
Singing along to the radio, her outlook brightened considerably. The route was quiet and scenic on this sunny day. She had almost forty-five minutes to get to work, and it appeared she just might make it.
After a few minutes the car sputtered and stalled. Cindy was out of petrol on a deserted stretch of road and with no idea of her exact location or how far she’d have to walk to get help. Cindy was pissed with herself for neglecting such an important detail. As she reached for her mobile phone, she heard a roaring engine approaching.
She put on the car’s flashers, hoping someone would stop and help, though she did have an illegal can of pepper spray at hand in case there was trouble. A biker came into view. Cindy clutched the pepper spray, white knuckled.
He pulled behind the van and stepped off his bike. Tall, with a powerful build, he wore a fitted black t-shirt, worn blue jeans, and boots. She jumped when he tapped on her window.
‘Do you need some help, lady?’ he asked in a gruff voice as he removed his helmet.
OK. He is not too bad, she reassured herself. After all, rapists don’t call you ‘lady,’ do they?
‘I’ve run out of petrol,’ she replied, still through the glass. ‘And I’m gong to be late for my first day on a new job.’
Then, when he smiled—Cindy melted. He had short, thick, salt and pepper hair and a suntanned face. Struck by the laugh lines around his piercing blue eyes, she found him mesmerising.
‘Why don’t you lock the car up and let me give you a ride? It’s not too far to town,’ he said.
‘You can get five litres of petrol and a lift back from someone at the end of the day.’
In spite of her nervousness, Cindy knew she’d few alternatives. She grabbed her purse and locked the car.
Bikes had always seemed so noisy and dirty, as had their riders, but Cindy had to admit that this bike was immaculate. The leather seat looked very soft and comfortable. The engine was loud though, but in a nice rumbling way.
He handed her the spare helmet. Cindy fumbled with the chin strap, and he reached to help her fasten it, his fingers brushing her neck.
Did he do that intentionally? No, she convinced herself, it was just random contact, but very pleasant!
She had to hike up her skirt a good bit in order to mount the bike. He, being quite the gentleman, pretended not to notice.
‘This your first time?’ he asked.
‘Sorry?’
‘Your first time on a bike?’
Cindy blushed. “Yes, it is.’
‘Well, no need to worry. Just hold onto my waist,’ he said. ‘You’ll be safe.’
He started the bike, and Cindy immediately felt the vibration in the seat travel up between her legs. As soon as she put her hands around his waist, he pulled off. Not expecting for him to pull of and go so fast, Cindy reacted by wrapping her arms tightly all the way around his waist. He had a firm stomach and narrow waist. The bike purred between her legs.
She tried in vain to fight the arousal, but after a few minutes of hanging onto a sexy guy, she relaxed into the sensations. She could’ve loosened her grip. She could’ve moved her hands. She could’ve stayed in control—but her body had other ideas.
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