Finding her reasoning sound, you move towards the bike. "You try anything, I'll cut you to bits." She says in tone of sweetness which completely contradicts her words.
You get on the bike behind her and wrap your arms around her waist as she begins to take off. Wrapping your arms around a woman brings a flood of memories to you and you are thankful when the rain comes down in a torrentual downpour that soaks your clothes and skin. The chill from the wind and drenching rain gives you an excuse for your shaking and shivering.
You hand on tightly, your hands touching her stomach. You used to hold Cluadia like this, you think. Used to grab her from behind and hold onto her so tight that she would kick you, telling you that she couldn't breathe. Then you would embrace and kiss, allowing your passion to overtake the two of you. Sometimes your hands would move up from her stomach to caress her supple breasts. Other times you just held on.
You check yourself as you feel your hads start to climb towards the breasts of your ride. Claudia is dead, you tell yourself as you have had to do so many times before. It hurts every time you have to admit it. Claudia is dead.
The cycle pulls into an unpopulated rest stop and the two of you dismount the steed of steel. You follow her as she walks her bike under one of the pavillions provided to highway travellers.
She laughs about the rain and lets out a few exhaulted coo's as she wrings the rain water from her hair. She looks at you with a broad smile on her face, laughing at the rainwater falling from your face completely unchecked by you. She doesn't know that a portion of those drops are tears. She doesn't know how full of sorrow you are. You hide it well.
"This is beautiful!!" She elates, turning around in a little circle with her arms spread out to her sides.
You used to like the rain, used to dance in it with your wife. You used to make love to her in the rain while thunder rolled overhead and lightining illuminated everything clearly in the night for brief sporadic moments of ecstacy.
But all of that is lost now. Everything is lost. All you have is yourself, and you doubt very strongly that you will ever be enough.
You glance over at the woman standing in pavillion beside you as she stares down upon you, a smile still playing at the corner of her mouth. You wish you could smile. But you'll never smile agaon.
"What's with you?" She asks.
"What do you mean?"
"That whole ride here and you didn't try to make a single move. Most guys would've tried something. I thought you were for a second, but I you were just readjusting your grip." She pauses like she expects some sort of reply, but you offer none. So she continues. "Most guys would be trying something now."
She almost sounded disappointed the way she said that. But the smirk is still present. She holds her hand out to you. "My name is Sonya." She says.
You stare at her hand for a while, not moving to take it, not realy sure if you should.
You get on the bike behind her and wrap your arms around her waist as she begins to take off. Wrapping your arms around a woman brings a flood of memories to you and you are thankful when the rain comes down in a torrentual downpour that soaks your clothes and skin. The chill from the wind and drenching rain gives you an excuse for your shaking and shivering.
You hand on tightly, your hands touching her stomach. You used to hold Cluadia like this, you think. Used to grab her from behind and hold onto her so tight that she would kick you, telling you that she couldn't breathe. Then you would embrace and kiss, allowing your passion to overtake the two of you. Sometimes your hands would move up from her stomach to caress her supple breasts. Other times you just held on.
You check yourself as you feel your hads start to climb towards the breasts of your ride. Claudia is dead, you tell yourself as you have had to do so many times before. It hurts every time you have to admit it. Claudia is dead.
The cycle pulls into an unpopulated rest stop and the two of you dismount the steed of steel. You follow her as she walks her bike under one of the pavillions provided to highway travellers.
She laughs about the rain and lets out a few exhaulted coo's as she wrings the rain water from her hair. She looks at you with a broad smile on her face, laughing at the rainwater falling from your face completely unchecked by you. She doesn't know that a portion of those drops are tears. She doesn't know how full of sorrow you are. You hide it well.
"This is beautiful!!" She elates, turning around in a little circle with her arms spread out to her sides.
You used to like the rain, used to dance in it with your wife. You used to make love to her in the rain while thunder rolled overhead and lightining illuminated everything clearly in the night for brief sporadic moments of ecstacy.
But all of that is lost now. Everything is lost. All you have is yourself, and you doubt very strongly that you will ever be enough.
You glance over at the woman standing in pavillion beside you as she stares down upon you, a smile still playing at the corner of her mouth. You wish you could smile. But you'll never smile agaon.
"What's with you?" She asks.
"What do you mean?"
"That whole ride here and you didn't try to make a single move. Most guys would've tried something. I thought you were for a second, but I you were just readjusting your grip." She pauses like she expects some sort of reply, but you offer none. So she continues. "Most guys would be trying something now."
She almost sounded disappointed the way she said that. But the smirk is still present. She holds her hand out to you. "My name is Sonya." She says.
You stare at her hand for a while, not moving to take it, not realy sure if you should.
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