A GOOD WEEKEND I was fuming when I slammed the door to the bar. The big hairy bouncer making me leave. The skinny geek was being held back by his friends as I exited, screaming curses holding his bleeding head. Dork deserved getting smacked in the head with that bottle. "No one, but no one cops a feel off Louise Kelly Bishop without asking!" I yelled at the bar. I started to stomp towards my bike when I heard someone yell "Hey wait!" I ignored it. Then a big hand was on my shoulder. With one smooth motion I grabbed that paw, stepped back with one foot, pulled and twisted with my hips. Flannel shirt, jeans and Redwing boots went flying to the ground. Without making a seconds hesitation I straddled his chest, right hand gripping his throat and left hand finger nails ready to pluck some eyeballs. But what stopped me where those eyes. Dark blue almost purple irises, ringed with dark eyelashes that Tammy Faye Baker would envy. Dark thick eyebrows set off the tan forehead topped by soft black hair. That's all I noticed at first. "This isn't the skinny geek" I blinked in confusion. Next I noticed his big grin with the whitest most perfect teeth I've ever seen. A perpetual five o'clock shadow on a male models square jaw. I did a double take and relaxed when in a smooth deep voice with a hint of humor choked "You dropped these." He jangled the keys to my bike. Frowning I snatched the keys "Oh sorry", I quipped sarcastically. Sliding off him I noticed something was rapidly growing, but didn't let him know I noticed. He got up rubbing his throat "That was a pretty good move" he chuckled. He was tall and athletically built, a little on the slender side. "Four brothers" I said as if this explained everything. He nodded knowingly. My eyes traveling over his form, "Nice tush" I thought appreciatively. "Damn, I had to meet this guy by tossing him like a bag of shit". He turned to leave. "Thanks" I finally said. He waved a "your welcome" and continued walking away. "Hey wait" I stopped him not thinking of what I was doing, "Can I make up for tossing you? Want to go get something to eat?" He looked back, his eyes first scanning my body then focusing right into my eyes. Those beautiful eyes sent wonderful little shivers up my back. "I'll buy" I got out in a whisper. That white grin widened. "Sounds good." he smiled "Where too." "I know a good place" just follow me I said walking over to my bike. "Kelly by the way" "Bob. Nice" he said, I turned and saw he was undressing me with his eyes. He quickly turned his gaze on the bike as his cheeks turned red. "He's blushing how cute" I smiled inside. "63 Triumph." he pushed out, nodding his head, like one of those spring necked statues in the rear window of some cars. "Thanks, I rebuilt it myself" I winked, "It's still a good ride too." He looked back in my eyes and let a hic-laugh come up understanding my little double entendre. Nodding he walked to a red Heritage softtail. "You lead the way" he called over his shoulder straddling his bike. We started our rides up and with a couple twists on the throttle we roared out onto the highway. I was thinking of where to go to impress this guy. "Aw hell, I'm horny and he's cute" I decided. I laughed looking back at him. But let's play a little bit. I opened up the throttle in glee, picking up speed. He stayed right behind me. Even when I turned onto a canyon road that I knew like the back of my hand. "He could handle his bike real well" I thought "I wonder if he can handle me as well". After about two hours of riding the little back routes, the sun was starting to set on this warm day. So I headed to my place. It was a nice little wooden shack up in the hills over looking LA. It was impossible to find without knowing where to go. I like it that way. We finally pulled up in my yard, shutting the bikes down. There was that odd silence after a good hard ride. We both got off our bikes an stretched. "Welcome to Bishops ranch" I indicated the shack with a wave of my hand. Looking around he smiled "Comfy". "Come on in" I welcomed grabbing his arm. "God he's got a lot of meat on those arms" I wondered licking my lips. We walked into the shack which basically had two rooms. A front room that had the kitchen and living area. The backroom where I had planned to get him. It had a bathroom that I had built onto the place as it was originally set up with an outhouse. Other than that, was the shed where I worked and parked my bike. I turned on the stereo and put in some Moody Blues. Then started hauling pans out of the cupboard. "Anything I can do?" he asked. "Sure go out back to the freezer and grab a couple of steaks." I answered pulling some spices down from the rack. I turned up the flame under the big iron frying pan and slapped in some butter. He came back with a couple of steaks which I tossed into the microwave to thaw out. About half an hour later we both had steaming vittles on the table. He had lit a fire in the cobblestone fireplace and set candles all about. "PURRFECT" I thought. We began to eat. He chewed on a morsel of the juicy steak. "MMM. What kind of steak is this. Never had any like this." I hesitated "Bambi. They get that flavor from all the sage they eat around here." "I hunt" He didn't react like some guys will, when they hear I hunt. He just nodded in understanding and took another bite. I smiled. So we gorged ourselves, drank wine, talked and joked for hours. He turned out to be a roaming adventurer. Picking up odd jobs here and there. Working on oil rigs, driving trucks, working cruise ships as a masseuse. He offered to give me a rub down. "I thought you'd never ask" I breathed. He started to unbuckle my belt as I pulled off my T-shirt. I didn't have a bra on (they are such a pain in the ass) and lifted my butt so he could slip off my jeans. "Got any baby oil?" he asked. "Yea in the bathroom" I said as I slipped out of my panties and stretched out face down on the lambskin carpet in front of the fireplace. The heat from the fire place sending out waves of warm air was making me drowsy. I heard bare feet and looked over my shoulder. He had stripped down to black silk boxers. Muscular legs stretched the fabric as well as a lump growing larger in front. I loved the way the silk showed off those tight round buns. You could see he worked out but he didn't show that ripped look like those iron pumping, steroid eating fools. He had a nice thin layer of fat covering large muscles. "Delicious" I thought lasciviously licking my lips. He poured a little oil in his hands then rubbed them vigorously together. "That's to warm up the oil a little" he said as he lightly started rubbing the muscles in my back and shoulders. His hands were hot. He slowly began to make larger circles occasionally stopping to make those little chops. He continued down my back to my butt, thighs, calves and feet. Then he would move slowly back up to my neck. Now and then he would work over a particular muscle if I winced in pain. Until it relaxed and then continue on. He kept doing this, repeating the massage from neck to calves over and over until I was limp. Then he said "Ok turn over now". I didn't think I could open my eyes let alone roll over. But he gently helped me. I felt a little exposed but soon relaxed. I watched that pretty boy face concentrate as he began by rubbing my feet. He seemed as lost in my body as I was. So I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensation. Again he just worked his way slowly up to my shoulders and back down. Working out tight knots of muscle. When he was working on my thighs again I unconsciously placed a finger on my clit and started to make light circular strokes. He gently grabbed my hand stopping me. "Allow me please, just relax" he whispered huskily. I sighed and layed may hands down. I felt his hot hand cup my vulva spreading me gently by easing two fingers where mine had just been. Making the same light circular motion. With his other hand he cupped a breast and just brushing my erect nipples with his soft lips would blow his hot breath on one then the other. He didn't hurry through with this. He continued at the same pace until I was tingly all over. Just as I thought I would go nuts with this slow sexual torture he began rubbing my clit faster until I unexpectedly had a short hard orgasm. I gasped at the sudden explosion. He stopped until I relaxed from it then again began massaging me from foot to shoulder. When I was limp again he began giving me light kisses in the same places he had massaged. When he reached my clit he began that light blowing, making it tingle from his hot breath. He lowered his face until his lips tightly attached to my lower ones. Then I felt his darting tongue. Just quick little stabs that felt like butterfly wings beating against my engorged clit. Wave after wave of the most intense pleasure coursed through me, I never came so hard or long. I was drunk from it. I seemed to come out of it a little when I felt him lower himself onto me. His cock was a normal size but hard as steel. I always thought it was curious how they could be so hard soft. Like if you had put a silk stocking over a baseball bat. You could see it jumping to his heartbeat. He slid smoothly easily in because I was so wet. He slowly moved in an out. He seemed to be relishing the feeling like a child who slowly eats an ice cream cone. But I had a surprise for him as I clamped down with muscles not too many women know they even have. I had practiced allot living up in this cottage alone. His eyes showed pleasurable surprise. He started to pick up speed until he was pumping like a machine. Most men would have shot off after a few seconds but he just kept going and going. I felt like I was being turned inside out as I clamped down with those muscles feeling my cunt lips being pulled in and out by his engorged cock. We were both getting hot and sweaty but it just seemed to turn us both on more. I dug my fingers into that sweet tight ass and I could feel the muscles there flexing with each thrust. Our juices making our crotches soaked. The smell permeated the air. We finally both peaked, I shuddered as he gasped. His hot seed squirting so hard spurted out of the tight seal we made with each other. Collapsing into each other arms we relaxed until we breathed normally. He stayed inside me still hard. I think we both passed out for awhile. But I woke first. I was surpised to find he was still hard as a rock although he was asleep. I stared down at his tender masculine features and felt a renewed urge. I tried to rouse him by licking the soft inflamed head of his cock. I tasted our juices, sticky and pungent along his shaft. This wasn't getting anywhere. I shrugged and straddled him. I let myself down slowly on his cock. There was a little pain, as we both were just a little dry, until the head pushed through my soar reddened pussy lips. I watched in amazement as it slid in pulling the edges of my cunt in. I stared riding it slowly at first. On the down stroke I would grind my clit into his rough pubes. Then I would rise till the edge of his circumcised cock would pop out, plucking the muscles making my clit vibrate. Once I had the rythm I started going faster and faster driving me to another orgasm. He started to move in time with me but I could see he was still asleep. It irritated me slightly. So I took two fingers and rammed them up his ass. His eyes shot open and he made a loud gasp. He started bucking all over trying to dislodge those digits. But I had curled my fingers so they wouldn't slip out. It was wild, like riding a bull. But I was firmly planted. I finally got it timed so as I was bucked up and down my fingers would move in and out fucking his ass. I finally had an orgasm so hard I just sat there and jerked and vibrated like I was being electrocuted. When I pulled my fingers out of his ass he came in long hot spurts. I thought for a second he was pissing in me. Until I saw the white fluid dripping out, onto his crotch. "My gawd where'd you learn to do that?" he asked "It was intense!" "Thought it up on the spur" I proudly replied. Well I could go on in this vein but we continued on through the night and the next day. I have never been so satisfied. Sunday night rolled around. We had taken a break from the bedroom and done a little hunting. Now I know how he got those muscular legs. He ran close to four hours. But I kept up. Back in the kitchen I was slicing up a bloody haunch of meat to pack in the freezer. "Well Bob, too bad you had to go" I called out, "but I sure look forward having you for dinner next week. " There was nothing but silence in answer. I smiled at the silence. The week flew by and Friday night I walked out of the bar and saw a tall man. Blond with sky blue eyes checking out my bike. "Can I help you" I said sharply. He looked at me with those clear eyes appraising me. "Just checking out this bike. Yours?" "Yep" I smiled. "Maybe we could go ride sometime?" He suggested. "Let's go now. I've got some steaks we could cook up at my place afterwards." I offered. "Sounds great." he gave a cute little boy grin. "By the way is that a Heritage Softail" "Sure is, and that isn't the only tail that's soft." I quipped. He gave a quick chuckle catching my double entendre.