I spent several minutes in the ladies room, cleaning myself up, repairing my makeup, combing the passion induced snarls out of the back of my hair. When I emerged, Steve was waiting for me. He handed me my keys and paperwork. I blushed furiously but he smiled gently and didn’t seem to be judgmental.
“Umm…Jorge isn’t really a one-woman kinda guy,” he said.
I laughed. “That’s OK, I’m not going to drop in and stare mooney-eyed at him all the time, or make loud scenes in front of your customers. This was just a …”
I trailed off, trying to find words to convince him I wasn’t a horny slut, despite today’s evidence to the contrary.
“…a one-time walk on the wild side for me.” I sighed heavily. “See, I broke up with my boyfriend about six months ago and I just got to feeling lonely and deprived…” I trailed off again.
“I can relate to that. My wife died in an accident three years ago. I didn’t think I’d make it at first. It’s better now but there are still times when I get so lonely I think I could die.”
How sad. I’d been bringing my car to Steve’s Auto for the past several years but I didn’t know he’d lost his wife.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.
“Like I said, it’s better now. I’ve even started dating recently, although I’m not seeing anyone at the moment.”
“Well, if you’re not busy, would you like to go grab a bite to eat?” I asked. “Sounds like we could both use the company.”
“Love to,” he said. “We can just leave your car locked in the shop and come back for it afterwards.” He opened the door to the shop and indicated for me to precede him in. He led me over to a gleaming black BMW motorcycle.
“Do you mind?” he asked, indicating the bike. “I like to ride this when the weather’s nice.”
“Ohhh…I’d love it. But only if you promise you’ll take us out on a back road and really open it up. I haven’t ridden a motorcycle in years. I’m not sure I’m dressed for it, though!”
“Well, it’s dark,” he chuckled, “so nobody will be able to see. But here,” he handed me a leather jacket, “it’s getting cooler since the sun’s gone down.”
He rolled the bike out of the shop, lowered the overhead door and kick started the motor. I buckled on his extra helmet and mounted the bike behind him, arranging my skirt the best I could to preserve my modesty. It took me a few minutes to get accustomed to the motion of the bike and I clutched Steve’s middle tightly until I could relax. My pussy still felt swollen and my ass ached from Jorge’s punishment. The thin silk panties I wore were no barrier between me and the vibrations of the powerful motor. I felt my nipples begin to harden as I spread my thighs wider and snuggled closer to Steve’s back.
He headed north on the main drag out of town and I sat back and just enjoyed the ride. All too soon the bike rolled to a stop. We were in the parking lot of a small convenience store.
“Wait right here,” he instructed, and dashed inside. Bemused, I waited obediently. Steve returned shortly with a couple of grocery bags which he stowed in one of the saddlebags.
“I thought we could have a picnic up at Black Mountain,” he said. As he remounted the bike, I noticed a decided bulge in the front of his khaki pants. I pressed close to him again as we continued toward the park. If my hands accidentally brushed his lap when I adjusted my position, I don’t think he minded. My panties were damp from my proximity to Steve’s warm body combined with the rumbling of the powerful motorcycle between my legs.
When we reached the gates of the park, I spotted the sign that said PARK CLOSES AT DUSK and figured we’d have to go somewhere else, but Steve just dismounted and helped me down. Then he simply rolled the bike up on the grass and around the chain-wrapped gates. We headed for the small lake. He parked and extracted the grocery bags and a picnic blanket from the saddlebag.
“Are you always prepared or what?” I joked, indicating the blanket.
“I was a Boy Scout,” he admitted, blushing a little. I was charmed by this quiet admission. His gentle consideration was soothing after Jorge’s rough treatment. I looked at him more closely. We’d met several times over the years but I’d never really seen him. He wasn’t in-your-face handsome like Jorge, but with his sandy hair, brown eyes and average build he was nice-looking in a quiet, steady way.
We strolled slowly down to the path surrounding the lake. The moon was up and it was almost as bright as day. He selected a picnic table at the water’s edge and helped me walk over the rough ground to get there. He folded the blanket over and indicated I should sit on the bench facing the water. I tried to take the bags from him and set out the picnic but he waved me away.
He spread out a six pack of imported beer, cheese and crackers, a bag of cookies, and some slightly worse-for-wear bananas. “Pickings were pretty slim,” he observed.
“It’s wonderful,” I said. “After all that…activity…earlier, I’m really hungry.”
“I can imagine,” he said dryly. “I watched you, you know.”
“I know. At the time I was turned on by it, but now that you’re not a stranger anymore, I’m embarrassed by it,” I said quietly.
