A slim-built man is standing in front of me – immaculately dressed in a sharp dinner jacket, with white silk scarf hanging loose, draped around his neck. The street lights shining off his ultra-black shoes.
Piercing blue eyes and a wry smile aimed at me. His short neat hair, slightly receding with a few grey hairs, leads me to guess that he is in or approaching his mid-30s.
Suddenly I realise that there is no car and he is holding two helmets.
“Pamela?. I believe you are my date and I am here to make this a night for us both to remember…”
He hands me a shiny black motorcycle helmet and ushers me toward a red sports bike.
I am shocked at the prospect that I will be expected to travel on the back of this bike, dressed as I am. Then the thought of straddling the throbbing machine with my pussy bare sends a pulse between my legs.
Standing behind me, he puts an arm around my waist – squeezing my body & leaning over my shoulder to kiss the nape of my neck.
“Jump on Pam – don’t be scared. I’ll drive slow and it isn’t far…”
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