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The acrid stench
of dead animal was replaced by the clean, green scent of freshly cut grass as we rode through the Black Hills of South Dakota.
That’s the thing about being on a motorcycle – you get to experience everything without the confines or restrictions of a box of metal surrounding you. The good, the bad and the ugly of the environment assault your senses whether you like it or not. It’s a very cool way of life actually.
I gave up my 9 to 5 and box house in the suburbs, oh … probably about 6 years ago. I was done with the whole facade and ‘what would people think if’ attitude. So… I left. Took my old Harley Low Rider and said ‘Adios’ to it all. No feelings hurt… mutual understanding all the way, thank god.
I chased my rainbow across the country… Minnesota, Colorado, Montana… stopping only long enough to make some money to keep going. I became a vagabond and I thoroughly enjoyed the freedom of not having anyone but myself to answer to.
Then I met Steele. Oh, he was something to behold. Not drop dead movie star handsome, but … his mouth… oh… his mouth. One glance had me dripping into my lace thong.
He captured me… mind, body and Soul. And it wasn’t an easy capture.. Oh no.. I was a free spirit… no one was about to tame me. Hah… little did I know, how utterly and completely he would possess me!
The first time I saw him was on the Rocky Mountain range, just outside of Denver. I had stopped at a roadside burger joint for some lunch and to give my tired ass a long needed break. He was sitting outside on a dilapidated bench, eating a dish of ice cream.
His lips surrounding that spoon of chocolate sent lightning bolts directly to my clit and 
I found myself riveted to the sidewalk, mouth agape and exhaling quite loudly.
I couldn’t help myself, I started mimicking his movements … licking and biting my lower lip. Growing ever more unsteady on my feet, the sensuous actions of his mouth consumed me and my groin was set ablaze instantly, as if ignited by a flash inferno.
He raised his eyes to me, spoon mid-air nearly touching his beautiful, full lips… tongue ready to lick the creamy confection from it. I saw the glint of smug satisfaction shine in those eyes… shine with the knowledge that he was turning me on and I was mesmerized and hypnotized like a pauper finding a bag of gold.
His eyes were as intense as his mouth was erotic and I was ensnared like a fly on a spider’s web.
Watching me, he made love to that spoon … sucking languidly… wrapping his ample tongue deliberately around it. Drawing the ice cream in, he let a tiny drop run seductively down his chin and into his beard. I nearly pitched forward on the sidewalk with the avidity emanating from my body.
Extending his tongue fully, he captured the runaway ice cream… slowly licking and luring it back into his mouth. Then he turned the spoon backwards and flattened his tongue against it, releasing a long, low moan of enjoyment. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes, he pulled the spoon down until it was no longer connected to his tongue and he closed his lips for a honeyed moment.
I couldn’t breathe… the crushing ache … the overwhelming yearning in my body was screaming for his attention.
I wanted his tongue on me… on my body… between my legs… wrapping around me, sucking, drawing me in, swallowing me down. I wanted his lips on me and my lips on him. I wanted to do to his body, what he was doing to that ice cream. I wanted to wrap my lips around the sweetness of his cock and draw him down my throat. Drinking him in, like melting ice cream.
I knew how he would taste… like chocolate and juicy berries and salt and road and rocks and dirt and metal and leather and … lust. Yes, he would taste like lust…. because he was that intense. I could tell, just by looking at him… he exuded power.
I could feel him…. his hands on my body… wandering over my breasts, around my throat, into my hair. I could feel him inserting a finger inside me, rotating, cupping, moving back and forth, in and out. I could feel him… grabbing my ass and pulling my hips up to his, thrusting himself inside me … deep … inside me. I could feel his hardness, his urgency, his satisfying orgasm. Just by looking at him … I could feel him … everywhere.
I couldn’t stop staring and I didn’t care that my bold gaze might be turning awkward. I desired him … and I wanted him to know that I desired him.
He casually lifted his chin, raising an eyebrow and beckoned me with the slightest movement of his head … I needed no other invitation and I walked slowly towards the bench.
He gestured to the empty space next to him, inviting me to sit down. When I did, he lifted the spoon of ice cream to my mouth, offering to hand feed me what was left in the dish. I took the spoon in … never unlocking my eyes from his and I wrapped my lips around it, much like he had done earlier.
When he withdrew the spoon, he wiped my lips with his fingers, allowing them to linger there. My lips parted slightly of their own accord and the tip of my tongue whispered a touch upon them. The groans uttered in unison between us were our verbal marks of parallel cravings.
“What’s your name, Beautiful?”
“Jewel.”
“Well … Jewel … they call me Steele. I own a bar down the road and I have to get ready for Happy Hour. Would you care to ride along beside me and perhaps spend some time there, so we can get to know each other better?”
“Yes, Steele… I think I would like that very much.”
We each climbed on our motorcycles and rode down the street to his bar… that was five and a half years ago… and we are still celebrating that HAPPY HOUR together to this day.
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