Helena was standing outside the quick-mart waiting for her friend. They were planning on going to a movie and then the bar to check out the guys and maybe bring a couple home for some naughty foursome fun. She was running pretty late and Helena was getting impatient. She began to wonder if her friend had hooked up without her. Seems that's how it usually ends up lately. She thought to herself that maybe she should venture out on her own for a change, leave her friend hanging for once. What harm could it do after all? She's a big girl, with a big appetite for a big man too.
An old pickup truck, the driver not paying attention swerved with barely enough time for her to jump out of the way. "What an ass." She screamed as he drove down the road, speeding out of sight. "Any closer and I'd be a pancake you fucking moron!"
She composed herself and knelt down against the warm exterior wall of the poorly kept convenience store, the smell of stale beer and pizza her only distraction from the quiet of the lonely small town corner. She pulled out a pack of smokes and pinched one between her lips gently pulling it from the pack and then lighting it with her almost dead lighter.
"Come on Cindy!" she shouted becoming anxious over the overly long wait. "I wanna find a guy too damn it!"
Cindy generally was sporadic to a fault, and lately ditching her had become a common occurrence. Not that Helena thought that Cindy did it intentionally, she was just a wild blonde who fucked on a whim. The sun was getting lower in the sky and the light was casting directly into Helena's eyes. She turned and sat on the concrete stop of a parking space facing the ugly gray wall of the not so busy store.
A dark man on a Sportster rumbled up next to her, full leather riding gear, a half helmet and Lennon Style dark sunglasses. She could feel the vibrations of the exhaust tickling her clit as he revved the powerful v-twin. She stood up and posed like a bad girl, hoping the man would notice her wild side. She thought to herself "I wonder if he's as powerful as his machine". She realized her friend was far too late meeting her, and began to consider taking this hot hunk home and perhaps surprise her friend with the catch.
"Hey" he greeted her. "How's it going, sexy?"
"Hey, nice ride." she replied. "Looks pretty powerful."
"Yeah, she's the closest I've ever come to a wild ride" he answered, hinting his desire to demonstrate to her his intentions. "One of a kind, they way all ladies should be." He added with a wink from behind his sunglasses.
"Mm, looks like a fun time for sure" she teased the dude as he dismounted the bike. As he pulled off his helmet, she felt her Her legs quiver and shake. "Just my type" she smiled with bedroom eyes, "tall, dark and dangerous."
He grinned as he posed and looked her over, nodding in approval at her body.
"Like what you see?" she asked in a naughty voice as she licked her lips.
"Not bad" he answered, "wanna go somewhere?"
"How about we go to that bar over there and have a couple and get to know each other?" She suggested, not wanting to seem overly anxious to screw the daylights out of the man. "It's a nice quiet place."
"Sure." He answered. "That's cool."
They walked across the quiet street, her eyes wandering up and down his body. Measuring him with her eyes, wondering how big it was, how thick and long. Did he have muscles or just an average build. He looked strong and confident, Helena liked that in a man.
The bar was quiet, only four o'clock in the afternoon, and happy hour wouldn't start until five. The two grabbed a drink at the bar, Ice beer for him and a Long Island Iced Tea for her. He, of course, was a gentleman and paid for the drinks. The two spent a while looking each other over and saying little. The regulars knew Helena, and usually paid no mind to the men she was with. This time they were shooting suspicious looks their way. Helena didn't notice much though, she was caught in her companion's stare. She was as giddy as a schoolgirl, twirling her hair and playing with her straw. He could tell she was not interested in talking much but was polite enough to endure the silence to humor her.
"So, what's your name?" He asked. "I'm Dan."
"I'm Helena." She said with a giggle. "Guess I should have said that earlier, huh?"
"It's okay," Dan replied. "Names aren't that important anyway. But I'm pleased to meet you, Helena. That's a sexy name, Helena" He repeated her name slowly.
"So what do you do, Dan?" Helena asked hoping she could cut the giddiness with a conversation.
"I, am a freelance kinda guy." He answered slowly. "Not odds and ends, mind you. I'm more a 'For Hire' kind of guy"
"Ooh, Mysterious," She commented. "Mystery is always good. I think people should have some mystery in their lives, it keeps things interesting."
"Yeah," Dan affirmed. "It definitely does."
"So," She paused, "how wild a time are you looking for?"
"As wild as I can get it, of course." He replied becoming interested in the conversation. "There's no such thing as a bad experience. Just some are better than others. You don't have to be wild to be good and some times wild can be bad."
"Ooh, uh huh." She agreed. "I've never had a bad time, but I've been bad."
"I bet." Dan commented as he downed a few swigs of his beer. "I like nice girls that are naughty. They keep it – interesting."
Helena simply smiled, she was too occupied with playing with her straw and crossing her legs over and over trying to keep her squirming wanton body under control.
"You really wanna be here Helena?" Dan inquired. "It's not really what I pictured doing with you. You seem to have heaven on your mind and want to travel hell to get there."
"Well, actually." Helena confirmed. "I suggested this cause I didn't want to look too easy. But nah, I'd rather be fucking the hell outta ya, and maybe show you a bit of – heaven?" She added with a smile and batting her eyes.
"I've been to both." Dan added. "What makes you think you can do it better? You got a secret weapon or something?"
Helena giggled at his curiosity. "That's for me to know, and you to find out."
Dan stared at her, attempting to read her face. Was she bluffing? Making dirty talk to entice him farther into their intended deed? Or maybe she was really that naughty, and needed to be taught a lesson or two.
"Why so quiet, handsome?" can got your tongue? "If it does, I'll chase it down for ya. I want your tongue and the rest too." She added winking as she finished her drink.
"Nah," Dan answered, "just trying to figure you out. Such a pretty girl sitting at a bar with a total stranger, looking to ride him. Is that all you want? Are you living for the moment, or are you looking for more?"
Helena sat back in her chair, still turned on, but not nearly as hot as she was. His words were deeper than she had heard from other guys. Did he really mean it? Was he actually asking her what SHE wanted? Most guys just want to fuck her and pass out, leaving her to clean up and kick them out of her bed.
"Wow." She answered. "You gay or something? I've never had a guy ask me something like that. They usually wanna fuck and leave."
Dan snickered slightly and reached his hand across the table to hers. "No, I'm not gay. I'm one-hundred percent straight. But I can see that you've been used a lot. Those kinds of guys are just teen-aged boys that never grew up. They don't know how to please a woman, and don't care to."
Helen looked deep in his eyes. She could see he was sincere and it was strange to her. She enjoyed the feeling it gave her, her desire was still there, but it had moved upwards to her heart. Now she didn't want to just have him take her and molest her, she wanted that emotional bond. She wanted him to make love to her and she had never had that. Her fingers trembled in his soft strong hand. She felt like he knew exactly what she was feeling and almost felt that she knew he wanted to give it to her.
"I like that idea" She finally answered with a nervous chill in her voice. "You think you can please me like that? Make love to a woman you've just met?" She questioned feeling a lump grow in her throat and sucking down a bit of melted water from her now finished drink.
"Yeah," He answered tenderly. "I think I can. I know I can, if you let me."
She believed him completely. She didn't know why or how, and at the moment she didn't really care. It was new to her and that's all that mattered. The fact that a man wanted to give her a more spiritual experience, something she might cherish for a long time.
"I think you can too, Dan." She said as she stared down at his soft hand holding her's so tenderly. She could feel the electricity run up her spine and she heard the words come out of her mouth. "I don't know if one time is enough though. Are you gonna walk out of my life too, or stick around?"
"Does it matter?" He asked softly. "I can give you what you want and need. Isn't that enough?"
"I dunno." She answered as she pulled her hand away and brushed her hair back nervously. "Maybe what I really want is Mister Right. Think you could be him?"
"I'm not Mister Right." He argued. "I'm just Dan. Maybe I'm Mister Right Now, maybe I'll be more or less to you later. But I know what I want to do to and for you, and that's good enough for me."
"I guess with my track record," She replied jokingly, "that's more than I should expect from any man."
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