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Fucking Sidney "Nice ride" bubbled this young sexy lady, surely an eye-catcher herself. She looked sheepishly at the bike, and then back at Me. “I love to ride” she cooed. “Great! Let’s go” I said, climbing on. A moment went by without the feeling of her behind me, so looking back over my shoulder, I started “Well, are you in?’ I was stopped in half sentence by the sight of her open blouse and schoolgirl smile. “OK, now I’m ready!”, she beamed. Climbing aboard, she snuggled in behind Me. I kicked it over, and in a moment, we were off down the highway. We rode on for a few miles across the sun baked asphalt, and she clearly enjoyed the road as much as I. I was tantalized by the feeling of first her snuggling close, pressing her bare breasts against My back, alternating with her leaning away, back just to the point that only her nipples brushed against Me. I wondered if the driver in the old farm truck that had come up behind us realized her near topless state, or just wanted around us. Boy would he be in for a surprise. But before he could pass, up on the side of the highway was the ol’ boy in blue, his Oregon State cruiser almost hidden in the only shade he could have found to park in. “That blue sucks”, I thought to myself, the car nearly invisible in the cast shadows. Good thing for the gold striping. She saw him in time to nuzzle in close, but as our two vehicles passed, sure enough, he pulled out behind us. I could tell by the way she held Me so tightly that we both wondered what he had seen. On we rode, about another mile before coming to a 4 way, with a little country store off the side. I slowed, pulling into the gravel lot. As we sat waiting nervously, first the truck, and then the cruiser pulled to the stop, then continued on down the highway. “Sweeeeeettttt” she chirped, a giddy laugh in her voice. “Yeah” I said with as much cool as I could muster. She hopped off the bike and beamed “This is soooo much fun”, as she danced away, twirling sexy and slowly across the lot. Her blouse and hair caressed the beauty before Me, and as I watched her, I suddenly realized how very alive I felt with this young woman. I marveled at her. Beautiful , pert breasts, with nipples strangely larger and darker that I would have guessed. A nice long torso, surprisingly less hour-glass than sleek. Her snow white shorts were perfect upon her.. tight enough to tantalize without confining her as she twirled away. The kind you know you can slide your hand into and grab hold of the ass they showcased. She watched Me watch her, and in that moment of connection, we knew. She was dancing for Me, to please Me. She could feel how pleased I was to behold her, and in that, was herself pleased. And I knew it was for Me, this beautiful muse and her dance. She was inside Me. Knew Me and everything I thought and wanted and needed. Inside My head. Perhaps, My soul. There was a small, barn shaped storage shed across the lot, and as she danced away, she moved toward it. As I watched the sun roll across the curves of her creamy, silken skin, I could feel the very life inside of her somehow. And I too felt so very alive being near her. I would have this girl, and for the first time in ages would feel this thing, this spirit that it seemed I had somehow lost long ago. She had that spirit still. And it made her so very very special. Completely desirable. I looked toward the door of the shed, thinking to myself that this place would do nicely as I ravished her and renewed Myself. She caught Me in this thought as I eyed the shed. She stopped in her tracks, and after a slight pause, a huge dazzling smile crossed her lips. She slowly stripped off her shirt, and as it fell onto the hot gravel, she giggled, and ran straight for the shed. “Sir?”, she said, as she twisted the knob and pulled the door open. Suddenly, there was the crash I knew to be of pencils and papers across My desk, and I bolted awake, losing her forever into the mists of the night. 4:35 am, and there sits my beloved cat, Sidney, on my desk, pulling his “Daddy, I want out now” routine. “FUCKING SID!!” Why, of all nights, did the leave you in tonight? |
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