Mysterious Motorcycle Guy

He waited for her at a small town coffee shop; standing out with his dark hair, tattoos and heavy metal adornment. People went in and out and glanced at him with surprise and curiosity. A woman or two looked at him with desire mingled with fear, but he was used to that. His strength was evident in his build, but also his stance. He sat at an outside table, leaned back and casual, with an aura of a lion ready to pounce. He carried with him an air of power under control. It could be intoxicating, and he was counting on that today.

It was an unusual August day in Texas; sunny and only a mild 75 degrees. It was a perfect day to ride and a perfect day to finally meet this woman. She'd piqued his interest because she radiated sex; not in an overt way, but it was there just below the surface. She also didnt' strike him as a mindless drone, which was always a plus. She was a little on the "good girl" side for his usual tastes, but he knew that he'd enjoy banishing that image completely from her if she gave him the chance. That was part of her charm; that mixture of innocence and sexual heat. It made him curious to taste what she was made of.

She was relaxed and loving this day. It was beautiful and finally, well below 100. She hated it when it was too uncomfortable to be outside. She loved the feel of the light breezy wind and the sounds of the lake in the distance. She liked living here and crossing that bridge at the end of every long day in the city; leaving that flurry of frantic activity behind for the easy, slow pace of the towns across the lake. Wednesday evening's sailboat races were one of her favorite sights to see on her way home. There was something powerfully beautiful in seeing them fly through the water so quickly, wind driving them forward. She sighed. It'd been a long time since she'd felt the water under her like that.

Today, she was meeting someone she'd been talking to here and there online. It'd been an interesting exchange of flirtations, and he was nothing like anyone she'd ever been attracted to before. His profile had been dark with motorcycles and classic music on it. It revealed a strong mind, strong opinion and someone who'd been through a thing or two and who had absolutely no tolerance for stupidity or weak minds. She wasn't entirely sure what brought her here. They didn't have much in common and as a matter of fact, she'd often felt like certain softer parts to her character were irritating to him. So, why was she here today? Because she was curious. He was persistent, and she was intrigued. It'd been a while since she'd gone a little wild, so why not today?

She wore her hair up, with a strapless halter and jeans with sandals. They were going to meet here and decide what to do from there. She went into the coffee shop glancing around, but didn't see him. She stepped up to the counter then, smiled and ordered her usual mocha frappachino and waited, looking around some more. Then she saw him outside, facing away from her, staring out into the day. He looked very confident and relaxed, and suddenly she wasn't so sure that she felt that way anymore.

Wow. He was tall. Even sitting down, it was easy to see that. She picked up on that same mixture of bad boy and intelligence she'd seen online. Her coffee was ready. She paid for it, smiled at the cashier and went outside.

She walked up behind him and touched him on the shoulder and then came around to face him. She might have said "hi", but couldn't remember if she did or not. She did remember that when he stood up, her mouth went dry and her heart raced a bit because the raw sex that flowed from this man was palpable. He invaded her space immediately and leaned in and very, very softly kissed her lips.

She was caught so off guard, she didn't know what to say. No one had ever done that before. It was as if every limb was paralyzed and she could no longer think for herself. She was grateful when he told her to sit down. She didn't know what had come over her but she appreciated that he had the presence of mind to take control and tell her what to do. Whatever her problem was, she'd most certainly lost any control she thought she had over this date.

She sipped at her drink, and looked at him across the table from her. She stretched out her legs and from shin to ankle, touched his leg. It was electric, and he glanced down, then looked back at her and raised an eyebrow. She just smiled, hidden behind her sunglasses. He took her hand and began stroking it. Neither one said anything until she looked at him and said,

"So?"
"Even better in person."

They sat in silence again after that, feeling the chemistry between them weave back and forth; the two areas in contact with each other, distracting. Finally, he asked her if she wanted to go for a ride? She'd wondered if she'd be up for it or not. It'd literally been YEARS since she'd ridden. But of course that's not what she said. All that came out was, "Sure." She moved to her car and put her purse in the trunk, and then began to remove her sunglasses too.

"Uh, you're going to need those."
"Oh! Okay."

Silly. She should have known that! What was wrong with her? She felt an odd mixture of school girl sheepishness, excitement and ease. So far, this was not at all what she expected.

She managed to get on easily and without falling, which made her proud of herself. He of course knew his way around the bike. It was a Honda Valkyrie and it was large, covered in black and chrome. It was powerful. She'd never ridden on one that felt so heavy, but he managed it well. She pointed out a direction that would lead them around places on the lake she'd not really been to before. She knew it was a pretty direction and hoped that that would suffice.

She reveled in the air coming at them fast, and the nakedness she felt; exposed to the warmth and sun of the day. No WONDER people liked this so much! She could see the faces and attitudes of people around them, but none of that really mattered. She felt alive in a way she hadn't in a very, very long time.

He was careful with his driving, only occasionally doing things to make her react. He felt her every movement and while he was certainly aware of the area around him, he was also thinking of how he was going to get beneath that innocence. He could tell he had an effect on her, but he wanted to be sure that she knew he wasn't the relationship type, and he told her that. No sense in things getting messier than they needed to be.

He'd never really been good at settling down. There were so many sights to see, women to meet, and he liked the freedom to just go whenever he wanted to. At the same time, if someone ever really rocked his world, he'd just deal with that when it happened. Because it was nice having someone with you every now and then; to go through an experience together. He just wasn't ready for that someone to be the same someone each time. He smiled at the thought. SHE had relationship written all over her.

Finally, they came to an area off the lake that branched off into a myriad of dirt roads. He picked one and began slowly exploring it. This particular one, ended in a circle around a dead tree, in front of a burned out old barn. He stopped and her heart began to beat faster. He told her not to move, and she didn't. He got off, and propped it up. She was surprised that it stayed erect and looked at him coyly as he stood there looking at her. She felt unbelievably exposed right now.
He got back on the motorcycle, facing her. Before she could react, he kissed her. Their kiss was soft again, as the first one had been, with darting, teasing tongues. He drew her out slowly, taking the kiss deeper and then backing off. It grew powerful and more demanding, very expert and pulling reactions from her she wasn't used to.

She began to regain herself a bit, and began to respond more fully and in control. She moved her hands around his head to bring him closer and moved more towards him on the bike. As they explored the taste of each other's mouths, he moved his hands to her legs and moved them up and over his so that they could get closer.

That small movement, took her breath away and she broke their kiss. She looked at him and then down at the two of them a mere couple of pieces of jean material away. It made her head spin. He lifted her chin and then began kissing her again, causing her to circle her legs around him and begin to move in rythym to his movements. She moved harder against him wanting to get closer.

He leaned her back slowly and began exploring more of her with his hands. She was breathless and on fire and felt wanton in this open, exposed place. They teased and touched and tasted as much as they could there in front of that old barn. It felt wild, freeing and absolutely intoxicating. She opened herself up completely to the experience, and allowed herself every sight, smell and texture he gave her. But even a chemistry this powerful, had to end.

He wanted her. There was no doubt about that. She'd proven to be more than he'd imagined and was having a hard time controlling himself. The ways she moved and moaned against him, her hands finding places on him that made him want her even more. And then, the willingness and responsiveness was mind blowing. But it was getting late. They were out in the middle of no where and he had a long drive home. It was sadly, time to end this.

So, as hard as it was he pulled away, righted himself on the bike, and they rode back towards the coffee shop. It was quite a ride home. Every nerve ending she had was on edge. He'd stirred her up in ways she wasn't sure she'd ever been stirred before. His thoughts were filled with all the ways he wanted her. He liked feeling her behind him. With all they'd just shared, he was extremely aware of every bit of contact her body had with his. It made his thoughts race.

They arrived a little worse for wear at the coffee shop again, quite the spectacle. She, windblown with sunkissed skin, and he just as dominating a persona as before. They were quite the picture, and caught a few stares.

He walked her to her car and then whispered in her ear, "I will have you." kissed her, thanked her and walked away. She shakily got into her car and tried to process through all that had occurred in such a short amount of time. She didn't know if she'd ever see him again...or even if she really wanted to. She'd never known anyone remotely like him, and wasn't sure she would know what to do with all that he was. She did know one thing for certain, though. Her perceptions of people were far more acute after that day.


***We've all had a date or two that totally took us by surprise. Sometimes in how awful it was, and sometimes in just the unusualness of it. Sometimes, it was just plain FUN, but nothing ever came of it. All of these things make up the fabric of who we are, and help us put together the pieces of what we are really looking for. So here's my example, again with a little bit of me and a little bit of an actual date I had a pretty long while ago. Have you had one that stood out to you recently or even NOT so recently?? Sometimes even in dating we lose the color we need to really consider it living. Occasionally, there is one that comes along that sort of awakens you, and makes you realize that there IS more out there...Tell me about your experience like that.