It started like any other day. Jane showered, dressed, had two cups of coffee and headed off to work. She was feeling pretty good about her life. She was in a kick ass groove with her writing, work was going extremely well and that wonderful, internet stud, Sethp was throwing some pretty nice comments her way.
Despite all of the good things in her life, Jane was flat out bored and sexually frustrated. She know that Seth wasn't going to drive out this weekend and probably never would. He lived too far away. She got some satisfaction with her job but in the end, it was unfulfilling and bored her to tears.
Jane got to her office early and started her daily routine. She had the best office in the whole company she thought. It was spacious with a huge window panoramic view of wonderful down town and the lovely street she worked on. It was a wonderful spring day and the sun was shining. She had her window open and was enjoying the sounds and smells of spring along with a wonderful light spring breeze. The start to a wonderful day indeed.
VRRROOOOOOMMMM MMMMMMMMMM!!!!
The sound of an old Harley being revved up filled her office and drowned out everything else.
VRROOOOOOOOMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!
There it was again. Jane spun around on her chair to face the window and was surprised to see that there was very muscular and heavily tattooed biker wearing leather from head to toe on a Harley stopped at the sidewalk, just outside of her window. He was staring right at her. Was he trying to get her attention?
Jane's mind raced to pull anyone back from her memories that matched his description but could come up with no one. Jane sat there frozen in her chair as the biker continued to rev his bike and stare at her. He was grinning at her and what was that he was doing? Was he masturbating with his free hand?
He was! Jane sat there mesmerized as the biker revved his bike staring at her and stroking a very large, thick cock with his other hand. Right there on the street in broad day light he continued. Jane didn't know whether to be turned on or repulsed. She felt a little bit of both.
She heard the man groan and then watched as thick strands of his cum shot out onto the sidewalk. He must have shot at least 5 strands onto the sidewalk in front of her window. Then the man stuffed his deflating cock back into his leather pants, gave Jane a salute, and with a thunderous roar, drove off down the street.
Jane pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She knew she should have called the police and reported it to the office manager or at least screamed for help but...she didn't. Jane quietly got up from her seat and walked out into the lobby and then out onto the street. Nobody seemed to notice what had taken place just minutes before. Jane walked over to where his bike had been parked and looked down onto the sidewalk. She could see his seed drying up under the bright morning sun. She could smell his Harley.
Back in the office, Jane was having a hard time concentrating on work. She had multiple projects to complete but all she could think about was the mysterious biker at her window this morning. She wondered if she knew him somehow and she wondered if she was in any danger. She was excited and crazy. Every emotion she had ever felt was coursing through her body. Jane was glad when 5pm finally arrived and she could go home and gather herself.
All the way home every time she heard a motorcycle she would snap her head in that direction but she never saw her biker again that day.
After a sleepless night filled with naughty dreams of muscular tattooed bikers pleasing her with their tongues, Jane finally awoke and made her way through her morning rituals and finally to work.
