She kicks at the tire. Frustrated, as her car had broken down in the worst possible spot, miles from the city, on a almost deserted stretch of highway. What else could go wrong? The whole weekend visit to her mothers had been an unmitigated disaster. What had been meant to be a getaway from the hectic pace of her city life, had turned into a constant harping session of her mother pointing out that at 26 she wasn't getting any younger. Her sister bragging about her "perfect husband, her perfect kids, her perfect life for gods sake.
And now this.
Then a glimmer of hope shines through as she hears a car approaching, looking up it turns to fear, as instead she sees a biker. Her helpless situation hits home to her. She watches in apprehension as the biker slows and comes to a halt in front of her.
Tall, jet black hair, wearing a black leather jacket, faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt, the sunglasses and the day old beard growth add to his rugged looks. As he speaks she is surprised by the softness of his voice.
"Can I help?"
With no choice now, she nervously stutters "my car its…broken," silently cursing herself for sounding so simple.
Not saying anything he gets off his Harley, propping it up and moves to the car. Reaching in to open the hood and then moving to the front of the car while she stands behind him, her arms wrapped around her body as if in protection. He looks up at her.
"You're lucky it's only a minor part, but I won't be able to get it till morning now."
"Oh no…but what, is there a motel nearby I can stay?"
"Here?" he laughs "No we don't get many visitors in these parts, but I can put you up for the night, I'm not far from here." As he says this he casually looks her up and down, noting her slim body, curves hidden by her conservative blouse, knee length skirt, and jacket, her blond hair pinned back.
"I don't know if I can..." She hesitates as she feels the contrasting emotions stir within her, fear, excitement and a sexual tenseness she hasn't felt in a long time.
"Its up to you, " he responds, as he climbs back on his Harley, turning to look at her. Tilting up his glasses to look into her deep green eyes. "But the suns going down, and you should know there's a thunder storm heading this way."
She looks down the long stretch of highway, seeing not another soul, noting the black clouds moving in (ever since she was a little girl she has been afraid of thunder), and back to him, to his eyes. She is struck by the steel gray color, seeing the hardness in them and yet something else. Making up her mind she replies softly "Ok, I'll go with you"
Holding out his hand he helps her onto the bike and before she can catch her breath they are moving. The sensations are incredible. The wind in her face, the bike's powerful motor throbbing between her legs, but most of all the feeling of herself pressing tightly against his back. She can feel the strength in him. She is acutely aware of her nipples hardening, the wetness between her legs, all of it intensified by the hint of danger in the air.
Pulling off the highway he heads up a dirt road the dust rising behind them, winding through the trees. She is surprised to see a large log structure loom up in the clearing as he comes to a halt in front of it. He dismounts first, helping her off. As his hand touches hers she feels a tremor go through her body.
Entering the large cabin, she sees a large fireplace which dominates the room, a brown leather sofa, and in the corner a desk with papers strewn about, an old typewriter, and along the wall several large bookcases (all filled).
As he takes her jacket he nods toward the hallway "The johns over there." He heads to the kitchen on the other side of the cabin. "Can I get you a drink?"
