Shauna Williams walked into the Cup and 'Puter, a popular WiFi internet café and stopped quite suddenly. The man she saw tapping away on a laptop looked so very out of place. Most people she had always seen here were young, yuppie types or computer nerds. This man was older and looked like an escapee from a bad biker movie made back in the '70's. He was dressed all in black, including a leather vest almost completely covered in colorful patches and pins. He had a bit of a rough look about him and seemed to have a 'take no prisoners' attitude. He was certainly not the kind of person one would want to come across in a dark alley.
She had seen him here before, of course, many times. As it always happened before, it happened again. Her knees went weak. She felt a strange tightness in her chest and intense desire flood through her body. She wanted him! Or, as she reasoned to herself, her body seemed to. This defied everything that made sense to her, Shauna knew. There was no logic in the attraction she felt for this man. This was just some old white biker she thought and Shauna was after all a young looking exotically beautiful black woman.
She certainly was not conceited about her looks. Men had always looked at her; many in ways that made her feel sexy and desirable. Her soft, mocha colored skin and her vivid emerald green eyes never failed to attract men any time, anywhere. Shauna was also very pleased with her 34B breasts. While not considered big, they fit her trim five-foot 100-pound body perfectly. Her hair was black as midnight and long, very long hanging down to her mid-back in soft curls.
She had only dated a white man once before, a boy really, when she was in high school. Joshua had been her first real boyfriend. They were almost inseparable. Shauna remembered all the time they spent together, the kissing and touching, the night they almost "went all the way" in his car, parked by the lake. Then her family found out and ended it quickly and cruelly. No girl of theirs would date a white boy. Shauna's heart was broken and it took her many years to forgive them. She still often wondered what might have been.
And now, as she stood at the door, she was fantasizing about this other white man clacking away at a computer. It was not that he was unattractive. Quite the contrary. She guessed he was right at or maybe a little less than six feet tall and was a lean, yet muscular 180 or 190 pounds. His hair was golden brown with streaks of what looked to be silver or white and was rather long, pulled back in a ponytail down to the bottom of his shoulder blades. His eyes were brown and seemed rather unremarkable from where she stood. His apparent age was revealed in his moustache and goatee, which were mostly white with some of the brown still showing. She thought He had to be over 60...! If he was a day! Still, Shauna wanted him as a lover more and more each and every time she saw him.
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David Elfruler saw her again. He had no idea who she was, but what a babe! She was most likely a regular like him. Easily one of the most attractive women he had ever laid eyes on. He had seen her there quite often. She appeared very young and exceptionally beautiful. If only she were about 15-20 years older, I'd take a run at that! He never wished himself younger. David loved his life and would never want to change or leave out a moment. The fact that she was black intrigued him even more. He had always silently preferred women of color. He noticed then, that like him, she was dressed almost entirely in black. Levi 501 jeans that appeared to have been spray-painted on her. A black tank top that looked shiny and was made from a lightweight satiny material. She obviously wore no bra as her nipples poked prominently though the thin fabric. White ankle socks and white Nike running shoes completed her ensemble. He had no chance with her, he thought. Younger guys were surely hitting on her all the time.
Well, he thought, he still had his 'on again - off again' girlfriend in the city. A lovely little half Filipina, half-black woman named Minda. At the moment though, they were in off again mode and had been for quite some time.
David mentally shrugged and went back to work on the charitable web site he and a couple of his friends had designed. The Defenders, David's motorcycle club, had set up the charity to raise money for military veterans and their families. The Defenders were not terribly like or unlike those so poorly portrayed in those biker movies of a couple of decades ago. Everything about them was purely legal and above board. They liked to ride their Harley-Davidsons and look the part. They appeared menacing, but were more like a bunch of big ol' teddy bears. They, like their charity, were all about our country's veterans.
The Cup and 'Puter Café was unusually busy this afternoon. Though at every other table, there had two or more people were sitting, doing their internet thing or just socializing, he was alone at his table. Average folks still apparently feared what they perceived as bad ol' biker types. The lovely young woman that had just entered seemed to be looking for some place to sit down.
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Shauna looked around. Damn! She thought. The place was packed. She rarely saw it this busy. After another moment of hesitation, she walked over to his table.
"Excuse me, but...." she stopped, transfixed by his eyes as he looked up at her. She had been wrong. His eyes were not unremarkable, as she had assumed. They were deep and penetrating. The irises were very dark, almost black. Shauna 'just knew' that he could actually see the nearly overwhelming sexual desire she felt for him. She prayed that a hole would open in the floor and swallow her right then and there. Her voiced failed her completely. All she could do was gesture weakly at the vacant chair across from him.
"Sure, park it." He said nonchalantly, pointing to the chair with a nod. "I'm nearly done here anyway."
Her subconscious yelled at her conscious mind Do something! Kiss him! Fuck him!! Don't let him get away! All she could manage was "So, I guess you're a biker, huh?" her voice filled with unintended sarcasm, not even realizing she was speaking at all.
He looked at her darkly. "I hate to break the bad news to ya girl, but scooter trash are people too!" he stated with equal sarcasm.
Shauna blushed profusely Way to go, you big dummy! Her subconscious berated her. She stammered. "I-I-I didn't mean to...I mean...I-I'm sorry." Her subconscious berated her more Aw geez...less than thirty seconds into talking to him and you're already apologizing? She did have a little self-respect...didn't she?
"No real harm done, young lady." he said, then grinned at her. "I confess to being a bit touchy about people getting down on bikers. Contrary to what you might believe, we're pretty good folks. People seem to still believe all that crap they see in those old movies."
"Young lady?" Shauna said "I am not a little girl." She wanted to sound mad, but failed miserably. In actuality, she was quite pleased . The ice was broken and she had him all to herself, at least for the moment.
"Well darlin', I'm 55 and you couldn't possibly be over.... What....25?"
Shauna shivered at his calling her darling. "Try 35" she said.
"That's still twenty years between us, right?"
"And...?" she replied challengingly. This was getting to be fun she thought. She was practically daring him to hit on her and he seemed to know it. "I'm old enough for you." she flirted with him.
"I'm white," he countered, rising to the challenge, though not really knowing why.
"And...? she repeated. She had him now! She would be his now. It was only a matter of time now. She knew she had him. Visions of them naked and making mad passionate love danced through her mind. She wondered if he was thinking same thing or maybe he knew what she was thinking. God! She was so turned on right now.
Something then passed between them. As if they were being drawn together by some powerful unknown force. Neither knew for sure what it was, but both liked it.
