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  A RIDE TOO FAR

  The door closed softly behind her as Flavia meandered down the short walk from her small apartment to her car parked in the shaded lot. The street was quiet and the only sound was the landscapers’ rakes on the stone as they finished the last of their work in the cool of the early morning. Summer was slow in the Phoenix suburb and anyone who had work to be done outside wanted to finish before the harsh desert heat made outside work unbearable. She reached in her hand bag and grabbed her car keys to open the door to her car, getting in and starting the ignition quickly, as the desert sun had already started heating the interior to uncomfortable temperatures. She opened all the windows and blasted the air conditioning as she pulled into the street to go to work, ignoring the ding of the fuel light that sounded as she pulled into the street.

  Flavia had lived in the small suburb for over five years and her life had been pretty constant the entire time. She was a tall, slender woman with long brown hair and blue eyes. Her features were rather plain and made her invisible in a crowded room but she was happy with that as she did not like to attract attention to herself. She grew up in the Arizona desert and lived with her typical American family of four with an older brother and the family dog. She went to high school, prom, played sports and had several friends but it was all rather run of the mill.

  Shortly after graduating from community college with a general studies degree she had found a job with a local real estate company working as a secretary while she earned her license and then moved to selling real estate. She dealt primarily in small homes and townhouses and spent her days showing properties to prospective buyers and then helping with paperwork and closing sales. Flavia had thought real estate would be exciting and that she would help people buy their first home and settle in with their families but most of the properties she sold were to investors that only cared about how much they could resell the properties for to turn a profit.

  She continued her commute to work, getting on the highway headed toward the main part of the city. The office was situated at the foot of one of the several mountain parks that were scattered across the sprawling city and her office view gave you the impression that you were in the desert mountains while you were really deep inside the city limits.

  As she exited the highway and waited at the intersection to turn, a band of six bikers pulled up in the lane next to her. The sound of their Harleys drowned out all the surrounding noise and they all wore dark glasses, head bands and jeans. They were yelling back and forth loudly trying to be heard above the loud motorcycles, and they all were loud, boisterous, and having a great time as they disrupted the morning silence.

  The bikes were pristine with sparkling chrome and waxed bodies, leather saddle bags were mounted on several with strong fixtures and studs. The six men were oblivious to anyone outside their small group and all had a look of living outside society, in a world of their own where they were free to ride and do as they pleased. Flavia watched as they turned in unison at the intersection, gunning their bikes as they headed down the road, and she could still hear the rumbling of the engines long after they drove out of sight. She wondered what it would be like to ride a motorcycle and how the large bikes stayed upright when they weren’t moving, but did not have time to ponder this question as she had arrived at her office.

  The office was a small, nondescript building hidden in a cluster of adobe style structures sprawled next to the foothills of the mountain park. There was a small sign that identified the real estate business in the office window but nothing glamorous or ostentatious. Inside the office, the furniture was rather plain, just a series of desks where Flavia and four other agents managed the small amount of homes and townhouses that they were asked to sell. A small conference room was located to the side of the office with glass walls, giving them a chance to meet with potential clients in relative seclusion, letting the other agents puzzle over what was being said as they watched them through the glass windows.

  “Hey Maria, how’s business going today?” Flavia said to an agent sitting at one of the desks.

  “Slow as usual,” Maria answered not looking up from her laptop computer. “No one moves to Phoenix in the middle of summer!”

  Flavia sat down at her desk opening up her laptop. Slowly she browsed her emails looking for something interesting in the random inquiries about listings she maintained. She was getting to the end of the new emails when one caught her eye at the bottom. It read ‘urgent’ and was from a man named Bob Bramston, and it read: “in town one day only and need to find place to live for upcoming move.” She looked at the listing that he referenced; it was a lone townhome on the other side of town that had seen very little interest from prospective buyers. She read through the email of what the buyer was looking for and the townhome seemed to be a good match, so she typed out a quick response. Surprisingly, she received an almost instantaneous reply asking if he could come to see the townhome today. She set up the appointment and gave him the address to the office.

  The morning dragged with Flavia and Maria talking about idle topics while Flavia waited for her appointment to arrive. She had folders of information prepared about the property and was packed and ready to head across the city to visit the townhome with her client when she heard a loud rumbling coming from the parking lot. She looked out the front window and felt a lump in her throat as she watched a rough looking man on a very large black Harley Davidson motorcycle pull into the parking space in front of the office. She had seen the man in the group of bikers on her drive in this morning and was surprised that he was coming to the office. The man stood straddling his bike as he shut off the engine and put down the stand. In one quick movement he dismounted the bike and walked up to the office door.

  He was exceptionally tall and well-built, with broad shoulders and a tight waist, and was wearing faded blue jeans with a studded black leather belt. He wore a dark grey t-shirt under a black leather jacket with the Harley Davidson logo on the back. He had long blond hair that was partially covered by the top of his jacket, and his dark sunglasses came off to reveal deep blue eyes. He was unshaven and deeply tanned from hours in the sun. He walked slightly bow-legged as he came into the office — probably due to the hours he spent on the motorcycle, thought Flavia — as he walked in asking for Flavia Fern for his appointment.

  She stood up feeling her knees wobble just a bit, intimidated by his rough exterior yet excited to be next to his overt masculinity, and extended her hand to introduce herself. He took her hand and she couldn’t help but jump as a jolt of electricity seemed to travel up her arm as his large hand covered hers completely. He held her hand for a while, taking a minute to look deeply into her eyes as she tried to hold his gaze, but ended up blushing and having to drop her eyes away. She took back her hand and reached for the folders, but inadvertently knocked them to the office floor, then bumped the corner of the desk as she rushed to pick them up, falling directly into his hard chest. Bob caught her before she fell, holding her close for just a second, then almost picking her up and standing her on her feet again like a figurine. He laughed at her lack of composure and clumsiness, which made her blush and smile awkwardly as she tried to apologize.

  Flavia was completely caught off-guard at her r
esponse to the handsome stranger. Her life was a normal, uneventful life with very few surprises, as she went about her daily routine; but here she was all out of sorts in simply a quick greeting from a man she just met. He had such a rough exterior, Flavia was amazed at his carefree and confident attitude, as he stood there watching her get her things together.

  She glanced at Maria, noticing that she had watched the entire exchange between her and the new customer. Maria shook her head slowly then got back to work on her laptop, letting Flavia act like a twitterpated schoolgirl with the handsome stranger.

  “Maria, we’re going to visit the townhome by the Superstition mountains. It’s a long drive, so I won’t be back in the office today — can you let the boss know where we are if he comes in?” Flavia asked as she got her head back together.

  “Sure thing, drive safe! It’s a long way and it’s going to be a hot one today, it may even monsoon, “ Maria replied, not even bothering to look at the two other people in the office. Maria’s long-time husband Gilberto worked in the office as well. The two had a large family that they constantly shuttled to school, sports, and other activities, leaving them barely enough time for each other (let alone any personal fun) since they were both so busy with their family.

  Flavia and Bob left the office building and went to Flavia’s small car; he carefully squeezed into the passenger seat as she buckled herself in and turned the key. The car started… then sputtered and died. She tried again, with the same response. Then, embarrassed, she looked at the fuel gage — it sat soundly on empty. Bob looked at her expectantly and she tried one more time to start the car, but realized it was futile.

  “It’s going to be an hour at least to get the auto club here with some gas. Do you have time to wait?”

  “Sorry, I only have today then I have to leave. We can ride my Harley if you like?”

  Flavia looked at him and then looked at the bike. She had never ridden a motorcycle before, and had no clue what to expect; plus, the idea of riding an hour in the hot Arizona sun seemed rather daunting… but being that close to Bob sounded enticing. The motorcycle had only one large seat and no backrest, so she would have to hold onto him as they traveled. But unfortunately, given her absentmindedness in forgetting to fill the gas tank, she had no other recourse if she wanted to show him the townhouse. She agreed and walked tentatively with him to the motorcycle. He straddled the bike, then showed her where to place her feet to get on. She put her folders in her bag and slung it across her chest so that it was secure, climbing onto the Harley behind him.

  The pair traveled down the hot city road with the Harley rumbling beneath their legs. Flavia sat behind Bob, holding onto his wide chest, smelling the well-oiled leather of his jacket and being careful not to slide off the back of the motorcycle while they were moving. She knew he was being careful too, but who was she to trust this stranger who suddenly broke the calm of her mundane life? Bob seemed to forget she was behind him as he zipped in between cars and rolled through stop signs as if he owned the entire road.

  Little had she expected when she came into work today that soon she would be perched on a motorcycle, riding across the city behind a handsome, rough hulk of a man. The smell of the leather and his musk inundated her senses and reminded her of a long-ago fantasy she’d had where a man like Bob had whisked her away from her boring life and taken her someplace exciting, where they ravished each other endlessly. She laughed to herself, thinking that such things never happened to her.

  The vibration of the motorcycle made her entire body tingle as they continued their trip. When she dared to move her hands from their position locked around his chest, slowly starting to feel the muscles beneath his shirt, amazed at their firmness and definition. He continued on, seemingly oblivious to her inquisitive hands as they crossed the city, growing hot and sweaty in the desert sun.

  By the end of the trip they were both dripping sweat and Flavia’s shirt clung to her body, revealing her breasts that had been hidden under her loose-fitting white garment. Small beads of sweat dotted her forehead and wisps of hair had matted down around her face. Blushing, she flapped her shirt, pulling it away from her body and trying to cool herself off at the same time. Fortunately, there were no evident signs of the wetness between her legs where the constant vibration of the motorcycle had her aroused. But she couldn’t think of any way to dislodge the panties that had found their way up her clit from the awkward position she had had to assume to ride behind him on the bike.

  She looked at Bob as he parked the motorcycle in front of the townhome, then her mouth dropped open as he stripped off his leather jacket and the sweat soaked t-shirt underneath.

  “I had forgotten just how hot the desert could get,” he commented. “Good thing I always carry an extra shirt,” he added with a smile. He reached into the saddle bag on the side of the bike and pulled out a shirt, but just swung it over his shoulder as they walked to the front door of the townhouse. Flavia tried not to stare, but was losing her composure quickly. She took out her iPhone and opened the realty app to unlock the key to the front door. She moved inside the cool interior, happy they had kept the power on in the unit so that the air conditioning was still running. One of the worst things realtors in Phoenix had to deal with were homes with the power shut off; walking into a home with no air conditioning was like walking into a sauna, and it did nothing to help sell the property.

  Bob smiled as he walked into the foyer of the townhome, still carrying his shirt on his shoulder, listening to Flavia discuss the features of the house. He nodded; acknowledging the information that she was providing as he walked around the first floor, opening doors and looking around. His eyes kept wandering back to Flavia as she stood nearby reciting the information. Finally, he stopped her dialogue and asked if there was a bathroom. Flavia stuttered a moment then gave him the location of all three bathrooms in the townhome, pointing out that the custom designed master bath also had a whirlpool spa and several modern features. But she was talking to his back as he headed up the stairs, leaving his extra shirt on the railing and starting to unbuckle his belt.

  Flavia’s mouth dropped open again as she watched him disappear around the top of the stairs. She didn’t know what to think of his behavior or what his plans were for the bathroom. She slowly headed up the stairs, hearing water start to run in the large dual head steam shower she knew was there. As she rounded the corner looking into the bathroom, she caught her breath. There he stood, completely disrobed, enjoying the pulsating beat from the water of the shower heads. He had his eyes closed as the water ran down over his body, forming ripples in the muscles on his chest and buttocks. His entire body was firm, without an ounce of fat visible anywhere on his physique. Flavia was so absorbed in admiring his body, she did not see him turn his head to look her way and smile.

  “Care to cool off? That ride was pretty hot and the water feels great,” he said.

  Flavia turned away quickly, dropping her gaze so as to not to stare directly at his naked body. “No, uh, you shouldn’t be in there, we’re not supposed to use the property! Please get out, I’m going to lose my license!”

  Bob just stood there, ignoring her pleas, letting the water continue to run over his body while he looked at her.

  Flavia was getting exasperated with worry but lifted her eyes to look at him again, when she looked up she saw he had turned around so that his front was facing her now, her eyes barely got past his mid-section as she realized that nothing would be hurt by a quick shower, plus, it had been a long time since her last relationship…

  Reluctantly, she took off her blouse and jeans, leaving them in an organized pile just in case she had to dress quickly, then set her bra and panties on top of the pile. She turned towards Bob in the shower and saw him watching her as she had undressed. She walked over slowly as he opened the door to the shower, and with each step she saw his impressive cock start to grow in size as she stepped in. As she entered the shower he reached over and took her in his arms, then pul
led her under the spray, dousing her in water. She yelped at the shock of the cool water and his aggressiveness, but let him hold her unmoving as the water fell over her, feeling both the cold of it and the warmth of his wet body holding her under the shower.

  Bob kept his arm around her trim waist, holding her in front of him, not letting her moved as he took his other hand and started to play with the nipple of her breast, pinching it lightly as it stood up with the coolness of the water. He pinched one, then the other, making them both sensitive and erect with his constant manipulations. Flavia’s face was flushed with arousal as he continued to hold her close, and she was glad her back was to him — as she was embarrassed at what she was doing, but did not want him to stop.

  Bob’s hand left her breasts and moved down to her clit; the move made her jump with surprise, but she could not get away as he held her firmly against him. He chuckled at her response, holding her even closer as she squirmed with pleasure in his strong arms, unable to escape his hand. He cupped her entire crotch and with one finger he penetrated her, playing around inside her while still holding her tight so she couldn’t move.

  She stood there unable to move but feeling his finger searching inside her, moving roughly, getting her aroused, with each new part he explored she could feel herself getting more excited and her own wetness adding to the wetness of the shower. She wanted to get away from the persistence of his fingers exploring inside her, but the pleasure kept her from moving and his arm held her close. She could feel his cock growing harder as it pressed against her back, a testament to his own arousal.