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Accelerating along the darkened street, he pulled the throttle back on his Triumph motorbike as he went over a crest, lifting the front wheel with a flare of the engine before reining it back in to slow down, not wanting to get caught playing on the public roads. He was just having a little fun in the absence of traffic and before he picked Beth up from work. She always made a fuss if he rode fast, especially with her on the back, so he was working out his frustrated motorsport ambitions before he got to her. The streets were quiet, unsurprising given it was only a Thursday night and well past midnight, going on for one as he slowed to behave through the final few streets.
He pulled up outside the bar she worked at, feeling the bike drop to a low rumble between his legs before he killed the engine, pushing the stand down and letting the bike sit onto the road before stepping off. Pulling his helmet off, he stood it down on the seat carefully and unzipped his jacket, finding his cigarettes and lighter quickly as he felt the chill. Spring might be on its way but it sure didn't feel like it right now, standing in the gloom of the street lights as he put a cigarette into his mouth, lighting it and taking a welcome drag as he tucked them back away in his jacket and gratefully zipped it back up. Feeling the warmth spread through him, he gazed casually around as he waited for Beth to finish work.
Beth worked in a bar, which meant every night she had to stay to clear up. He figured it was also because her boss wanted to stare at her arse as she did it, which wouldn't surprise him. It sucked that she worked late so often, but he relished the time spent with her, and loved to pick her up after it and take her home. Taking another drag on his cigarette, he leaned against the light he'd pulled up under, hoping she wasn't long. He wanted to see her, his sexy new thing, the girl that made him so happy. Especially since today she'd been a right tease, texting him suggestive and sexy messages, and a few pictures as well, so he knew exactly what he was missing. It meant he was very eager to get her home tonight. He was almost done with his Marlboro before she emerged from the bar, being let out by someone that locked the door behind her as she walked to him and his bike. She smiled as she walked to him, giving him a lingering kiss after he'd blown out the smoke from his last pull.
"You have helmet hair," she said with a smile, reaching to take the cigarette from him. He didn't say anything, but it reminded him of Avril, the way she always stole his cigarette with a casual nonchalance.
"I probably do," he said with a smile, watching her take a long, cigarette-killing drag on his Marlboro, burning it down to the filter. He'd been sat on his sofa watching a film before coming out to collect her, and given he was just going to get her in the small hours of the morning he wasn't so fussed about how he looked. Beth reached up to tussle it playfully as she flicked the cigarette butt to the gutter with her other hand, making him pull out of her reach in a joking manner. She gave a giggle, making him smile at the pure sound of it.
"Take me home," she almost purred.
"Gladly," he said, handing her the spare helmet that'd been strapped onto the backseat of his bike. She took it and pulled it on, as he did the same with his own, stepping back over the bike and kicking the stand up. He started it up as Beth got on the back, her snug skirt retreating up her thighs to almost show off her underwear.
"This is gonna be a cold ride," she mused as he started the bike up, the machine throbbing beneath them.
"Don't worry, we'll find a way to warm you up when we get home," he said, smiling inside his helmet. Beth pulled her arms around him and snuggled in against his back, her thighs lifting a little more than necessary to squeeze around his hips. It was enough to give him ideas, his cock twitching just slightly as he kicked it into first gear and let the clutch out, turning the bike slowly in the road before opening the throttle and accelerating away, back the way he'd come towards his apartment. The night was cold and clear, but at least that gave a beautiful sky, which he glanced up to at moments when he could do so, seeing the stars deeply set into the dark, enveloping canvas of the night sky.