I am not the type to stalk. It changed when I saw her climb off her bike, pull the helmet off and stride towards the pub. Her raw sexuality her dykeness (is there such a word?) just had me standing there with a open mouth wanting more.

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She looked classic, vest, jeans, jocks just peeking out, a no 2 shaved head. Her body seemed finely honed – hours at the gym no doubt.

I clambered out of my car and hesitantly followed, my heart in my throat. I felt a raging feeling of desire course through me. God – pheromones. Who knows? But I followed.
All the angst of being 20 something came rushing back. I simply had to say something to her. I swallowed hard and walked into the pub, my eyes adjusting to the dark and spotted her leaning over ordering a beer.

I took a deep breath, and walked to the other side of the room. I ordered a shot of vodka on ice when the waitron came over. I don’t remember the second shot or third because by that time she had caught me staring at her. My vivid imagination had this picture of me with heaving bosom a la 1950’s black and white movie saying “Oh please take me”. I snapped out of it as she sauntered towards me…

I took all of her in, I could smell her, I could already taste her lips on mine. She stood in front of me and said

“ You are fascinating”.

I felt the blood drain from my face and rush back again in a furious blush – this was topsy turvey this could not be happening. I stammered “ I could say the same of you”

I could vaguely hear some old Roxette song playing in the back round as she said -

“ Come dance with me”.

There was no resistance as she pulled me close and breathed in my ear whispering
“ I have never done this before, but when I saw you parked outside in the car, I wished I could see you again.”

She pulled me in closer as I melted into her hard body soft in places I would like to be lost in. I brought my mouth to her neck and could not resisting nipping her and breathing into her ear.

“ I want you so badly, let’s go”

Now this is something that I had never done before. I am riddled with angst and always fear rejection. I am a loner at heart. Longing, always longing for someone/something to just love me and not get in my space when I needed to have time out. I would not call myself socially inept – but this – this is something that I had never done before.

She melted, acquiescent and led me out into the fresh bright air. I looked at her, our eyes locked, searching looks that both of us gave to our souls. I held her face in my hands and dipped gently to taste, brush my lips against hers. Our tongues met and we both gasped at the electricity that sped through our bodies. It’s the kind of moment you dream of. We all have had these moments, memories preserved in tissue paper. We spend out whole lives wanting to feel that moment again.

When we finally snapped back to reality we somehow got to her bike, she handed me the spare helmet. I settled behind her and pressed myself as close as I could get speeding off to a place I did not think I could go to.

The gentle vibration of the bike and my clit pressed against the seam of my jeans had me gasping soon. I fumbled beneath her vest and slid my hand beneath her bra to feel nipples erect and waiting for my mouth. Our helmets muffled what ever noises we might be making and threw caution to the winds and slid my hands into the front of her jeans. She leaned back a bit for me to slide down further, my hand finding her wet. My middle finger slipped into her folds and all I did was rest my hand with gentle movements as the vibration of her bike did the rest. I could feel her wanting to draw me in and she began to shift into her drive that brought her to an edge. By now I was pushing myself against the bike seat, coming behind her as she shuddered to the last. How we got to her place is still a mystery. The show that we gave to anyone who would closely still brings a smile to my face.

What happened at her place next had me begging for more.

TBC next episode will be a new blog.

I wrote this in three shifts twice dripping with sweat in a heat wave with me only in my bra and g-string. The other straight after work as I saw someone on my drive home on her bike. my imagination did the rest. It was tough day at work, concentrating on getting research done and was lost all day with Felix le Band in my ear phones.

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