As she caressed her leather clad legs straddled over the seat of her motorcycle, her thoughts strayed to the night before. She felt the heat all over again.

She didn’t usually indulge in one night stands with strangers, but this particular man had such a magnetic pull. He was handsome in a rugged sort of way. He oozed masculinity and yet there was more to it. What was it about him that she had allowed him to seduce her….....or had she seduced him?

She had been hoping to get to the next town for fuel, but the gas ran dry just a few kilometers from town, so she started walking to go get some fuel. Reluctant to leave her gear behind, she wore her leathers and carried her helmet with her. A few kilometers were no hardship for her, because she kept in shape by daily exercise and power walking a few times a week. She hadn’t been walking very long when the handsome leather clad rider pulled up along side of her and asked if he could be of assistance.

Normally her first response would be to politely decline, but his eyes mesmerized her. She felt a sudden heat and a yearning she hadn’t felt in such a long time. She stood there silently for a brief moment because of being caught off guard, when he spoke to her again.

“Are you alright?” he asked, with a voice that had a deep timbre to it and yet a soft sensuality.

“I noticed a bike back there and then saw you walking with a helmet…..”

She snapped out of it and felt somewhat embarrassed by her response to this charming man. She knew her face was red….She could feel the warmth spreading across her cheeks. She told him that she just needed to get fuel for her bike and thanked him for his concern as she continued walking.

He had also felt some kind of magic when she spoke to him and was reluctant to see her go. He called after her and suggested that he give her a ride into town and then he would ride her back with the gas for her bike. He smiled at her with such longing she was helpless to resist. She put on her helmet, climbed onto the back seat of his bike and wrapped her arms around his waist.

He hoped she would not feel his response to her closeness.....

His response to her touch was intense….so intense he had trouble focusing on the road ahead. He twisted the throttle a little more in order to get her town faster. His heart was pounding and he felt short of breath. No woman had ever made him feel sick and yet so alive at the same time. He barely restrained himself when he felt tempted to place his hand over hers. Mercifully the ride into town was short. He turned the big V-twin into the gas station and pulled up beside the door to the store.

She placed her hands on his shoulders for leverage and slid off his bike in one fluid motion. Her long legs made it easy to do. She kept a hand on his shoulder longer than necessary. She suddenly felt reluctant to break the contact. The warmth that had radiated from his back felt so inviting; so comforting somehow….and she liked the way he smelled. She thanked him for the lift and said she would walk back with a can of gas for her bike.

He did not want to lose this woman. He said he would wait for her and take her back. He pointed to the sky and said, “The sun is going down. It will be getting dark soon.”

She started to turn where he was pointing, but as their eyes met she felt the old familiar longing in the deep recesses of her soul. She thought she had managed to bury her lust, but the chemistry this man had was undeniable.

She managed to finally break contact to look at the sky. She had to agree, he was right. She really didn’t want to be out on that lonely road in the dark. She smiled a lazy smile and said, “Thank you. Why not get off your bike and stretch your legs while I get some gas?”

He had been riding most of the day and would have liked to get off his motorcycle, but he didn’t dare stand up for fear she would see his condition. The tight leather wasn’t going to conceal the bulge that had developed in the front of his pants. He felt breathless but managed a quick “I’ll wait for you over there,” as he rode his big machine to the far side of the gas pumps.

She went inside to arrange for a can of gas to take back to her bike. While the clerk was taking care of it, she went in to the ladies room. The first thing she did was to splash her face with cold water. She needed to get a grip on herself. This handsome stranger had made her hot and wet without even touching her. She would be glad when she could get back on her bike and go to the hotel room she had reserved.

The few minutes apart had helped him to regain his composure. He had paid for his gas and was waiting for her when she came back with a small can of gas in her hands. She was somewhat hesitant to have him go out of his way again, but he patted the pillion seat in a gesture that said to climb on. She swung a leg over the seat and slid into position behind him. She held onto him with one hand as he pulled out onto the highway to take her back to her bike.

When they arrived back at her bike, he shut off the engine. He then took the can of gas from her and motioned for her to unlock the gas cap on her bike. She unlocked the cap and as she reached for the gas can, their hands brushed each other. The feeling was electric. She tried to pull her hand away…but he gently curled the fingers of his free hand around hers. The tingling she felt went down to the far reaches of her most private place. He tightened his grip on her hand so she would know how he felt. His manhood was beginning to come alive again, but this time she noticed. She smiled coyly at him and suggested they get the gas into her bike.

He felt somewhat abashed at having lost control again, but he just couldn’t help the way she made him feel. She could see that he was somewhat at a loss as to what to do, so she gently pried the gas can out of his hand and busied herself with the task of getting some fuel into the tank. She replaced the lid and secured the can to the rack on her bike. He had locked the gas cap into place and handed her the key.

She thanked him for his help and kindness before swinging a leg over the seat of her bike. He was still standing there as she fired up her bike and started to ride back into town to return the gas can.

She hadn’t gone very far when she slowed down and made u-turn to face him. She could see that he once again on his bike, but as yet had not turned it on. She could not deny the feelings he had aroused in her. She knew he had experienced some of the same feelings so she decided to ride back to him.

His smile was dazzling when he realized she was coming back for him. She pulled up along side of him and suggested that they go get some dinner together. She figured since he had stopped to help her, she could at the very least offer to take him for dinner. He followed her back to the gas station and waited while she returned the gas can and filled her bike to full.

When she was done, she suggested they stop by her hotel first so she could check in and unload her gear…….

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