This is a fantasy born of experiences and desires in the pursuit of sexual enlightenment and pleasure for all who read these words. Enjoy them and join with me in the pleasure of fulfillment.
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A warm breeze floated through the small cafe, rustling the tablecloths on the outdoor tables. I was quietly sipping my thick, dark coffee, when a slight girl caught my eye. She, too, was sitting alone, gazing around the restaurant absently. Her mind was in some other place while she stirred what appeared to be an empty cup. On a sudden impulse, I beckoned the waiter and had him ask the dark-haired girl if she would join me for coffee.
She glanced in my direction, then smiled while moving towards me. As she approached, the afternoon sun glistened in her long black hair and sparkled in her deep brown eyes. Standing next to me I guessed her at nearly five foot-eight, tall compared to my five-two. The thin fabric of her blouse hid nothing of her firm breasts, tipped with rather large nipples. She sat next to me and introduced herself as Gina. Her skin was a light olive color, and her features indicated Mediterranean descent.
She readily confirmed being Italian by birth, her family had moved to California when she was very small. Our coffee arrived and we talked of nothing and everything for a long time. She told me of lost loves, and found lifestyles. Her dark eyes smoldered with passion as she told me of her experiences with others who had found pleasure with members of our sex.
I told her I was flexible in my sexual orientation, leaning neither one way or the other, but embracing both sexes for enjoyment and satisfaction. She, herself had foregone male-female relationships as a result of an unpleasant marriage. He couldn't abide her desires for other girls, so they parted ways.
As evening closed in on us, another whim came over me. I liked this girl, and wanted to find out more. I asked if she had plans for the evening.
"No, Not really." She answered. "What did you have in mind?"
"A short ride down the coast, maybe a walk on the beach?" I replied.
"Um, sure. What are you driving?" She queried as she scanned the street for vehicles that she thought might be mine.
I laughed at her search, because my ride was right next to her.
"That." I said simply, and pointed at the Harley-Davidson 'Low Rider' sitting at the curb.
She almost fell off her chair, gasping, "You mean ... you ride ... NO! That can't be yours?" She stammered the question/statement.