There I was minding my own business on the interstate when he went speeding by.
Broad shoulders, heavily muscled arms bare, the faintest hint of black ink against his dark skin.
Narrow hips followed by hard thighs gripping his bike.
Leaning forward, focused.
Suddenly I was there.
He was leaning over me, focused.
Hands planted beside my shoulders
Abs hard and gleaming.
My legs, so pale around his dark hips, gripping tight.
My heels dug in, urging him on.
My hands clutching, sliding off those hard thighs.
God what a ride.