Sweet Ride Flash Fiction Event

Sliding his dark sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, Zeke eyed Jensen, the more than sexy woman from the deli next door.  Jensen had made it her point to stop in the garage where Zeke worked quite frequently in the last month.  The first time was legitimate; the muffler was hanging off her beat up 1998 Toyota Corolla when she pulled into the gas station lot dragging it under her car with sparks flying everywhere.  Now, each excuse seemed lamer than the other.  Not that he minded, of course.  The view of her leaving the garage bay was worth it.  Long lean legs, a tight little heart shaped ass that she knew how to shake from side to side, and a head of shiny black hair that swayed back and forth along with her hips as she walked away.  Scrubbing his stubbled chin with his hand, he watched her, acutely aware of the growing bulge in his pants as he envisioned her on all fours, imagining that perfect ass shake as he nailed her from behind.  It was time to make his move.

“Jensen…wait up,” he called out.  Tossing the rag he held aside, he walked toward her as she stopped and turned around with a smile.  God, that smile; pearly white teeth and pouty lips.  He thought about those luscious full lips wrapped around his cock on numerous occasions.  She was the total package; gorgeous as hell and a kick ass body to boot.  She seemed fun to be around and best yet, she was definitely interested.  Why else would she come in with her made up excuses, and flirt with him on nearly a daily basis. 

“Yes?”  She asked with a coy smile, shielding her eyes from the bright morning sun. 

 Zeke stood just a foot or two in front of Jensen, tucked his hands in his pocket, and rocked back on his boots.  “I was wondering.  Would you like to go for a ride, next time you’re off?”  With the nod of his head, he motioned to his Harley parked just a few feet away.
 

Jensen grinned as she tucked a long strand of her silky dark hair behind her ear, looking over to the bike and then back to Zeke.  “I’d really like that, but I’m not off until Sunday.”

“Sunday’s good, it’s only two days away, and I’m off then too.” 

“Sounds great.”  Biting down on her lower lip, she looked down toward the ground and then back to up Zeke, a faint blush blooming across her face.  “Well, you already have my cell phone number, and address from the repairs on my car.  Why don’t you text me with a time, or, you can just text me if you like before that too…just to chat.”

Zeke chuckled.  As shy as she seemed, she was a bit bold.  A kind of a spitfire, and he liked that.  “Sounds good to me darlin’…I need to get back to work.  I’ll see you when you come to pick up your car.”

Zeke and Jensen spent the next two days texting each other back and forth whenever they got the chance to at work, but at night, the banter back and forth was constant.  By Saturday night, he had had enough with the texting, and called her.  They talked until almost three o’clock in the morning; even then not wanting to hang up.  Through texting and that six-hour phone call, they had gotten to know each other fairly well.  Zeke was surprised to find out that he was six years older than she was.  Jensen seemed more mature than twenty-four, but after learning that she had been on her own since she was eighteen; he knew that must have had something to do with it.  It had been awhile since he was involved with a woman, it felt good.  He couldn’t wait to spend some time alone with her. 

Pulling up in front of her house, he was surprised to find her sitting on the front stoop.  Jensen mentioned that she lived in a small studio apartment in the basement of a house alone with her cat, Midnight.  Cutting off the engine, he couldn’t help but stare as she made her way down the walkway.  Wearing tight blue jeans tucked into black leather boots and a black leather jacket, she was perfectly dressed for a Northern California Autumn ride.  Smiling as he handed her the helmet that he had brought for her, she graced him with a warm hello as she tossed her hair to the back and slid it on.  Inching up slightly, he made a little room for her to straddle the bike take her place behind him before starting the bike and revving the engine.  “Hold on tight, doll.  We’re ready to roll.” 

Wrapping her arms around his waist, he could feel her press against him as she leaned forward just a bit and placed her feet on the foot pegs.  Inwardly groaning, the thought of being between her splayed thighs with her hands only inches away from his cock made him hard as hell.  How he was going to be able to concentrate on the road? 

A short while later, they turned onto a tree lined, canopied country road.  Multicolored leaves in rich hues of burgundy, brown, and yellow kicked up as his Harley banked to the right and began to accelerate.  It was a perfect day, the sun shining, swirls of color painting the landscape, and Jensen McKinley’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist.  He was in his glory.

Pulling off the road, he stopped at the entrance of one of the local wineries and cut the engine.  The sudden feel of Jensen’s arms pulling away from his torso, as she disembarked his bike, instantly saddened him.  Miles and miles of grapevines lined the small valley, no matter how beautiful it was, nothing was a heavenly as the sight of Jensen sliding off her helmet and swinging her long shiny locks in the breeze.  He couldn’t help it, there was no more waiting.  Unsnapping his helmet, he pulled it off, reached out, and pulled her against him.  Taking her lips in a heated kiss, he drank in her moan as she kissed him back with equal passion and fury. 

Pulling away, both of them breathless, he gazed into her eyes.  “You really want to go to this winery…or someplace a little more private?” 

Biting down on her lush lower lip, she smiled.  “Let’s find someplace private.”


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