I need you to be awake to do it.’
The bike slowed and I waited for the instruction to get off, it didn’t come. Instead, after I had dismounted on my own say so, the only command I received was the non-verbal offer of a large tattooed hand, stretching out behind his tall body as he set off slowly towards the diner at our rest stop. I hesitated for a mere second before I placed my much smaller hand in his. His stride started to lengthen as soon as he had me tightly within his grip, and I felt more relaxed with our connection.
The diner was fantastic. It was just what I had always imagined a classic fifties era diner to look like. It was all done out in red and white, with red and white checked tablecloths and tieback curtains. The booth seats were covered in red vinyl and the tables had a Formica top to them. The place was clean, all the chrome accents in various places shining out their welcome to us. The smell of homemade apple pie hit my senses as soon as we entered, and my mouth watered in anticipation. Nathan wordlessly manoeuvred us over to a vacant booth, our fingers staying entwined together. Even when we had to squeeze past others, he just adapted his hold on mine slightly, in order that he could lead me through without us separating. I followed behind him, loving the feeling of his calloused finger pads gently stroking against my skin, it was almost an unconscious caress and I lapped it up.
Nathan sat down and carefully positioned his recuperating leg, before pulling me down next to him. The warmth in the diner with the sun shining through the windows meant that I was going to have to remove my jacket soon, but not just yet. If he didn’t want to break our connection then neither did I. I had made a decision that I needed to soak up as much of this gorgeous man as I could over the next few days, or for however long we were forced to be together. I knew that us being together would come to an end and he would go back to Candy. He had carefully positioned himself in the corner of the seat and had one arm casually running along the back of the darted and buttoned seat back. His other hand still held on to mine. I looked down at his leg, as he was twisting his booted foot around in circles, first one way and then the other, it seemed like he was trying to get some relief from it.
I nodded, gesticulating at his leg, ‘Is it stiff?’
The roar of laughter that came from his mouth was so spontaneous and infectious that I joined him. I couldn’t believe I had led myself into that one. His arm moved quickly from along the top of the seat and he grabbed hold of his cock through his leather trousers. I felt my breath hitch slightly at the sight of his large hand almost rubbing himself, as he showed me the now obvious outline through the beaten up leather.
‘Semi, I’d say,’ came a minty whisper into the shell of my ear, ‘as it always seems to be when I’m near you.’ He very lightly brushed his lips against my cheek and moved himself back to his original relaxed position in the corner of the booth. I closed my eyes briefly and had to physically stop myself from touching the burning area his lips had left on my face.
‘Can I help you both? … What can I get you?’ A voice came suddenly from the side of me, from a rather pretty waitress. She was carrying a glass pot, full of steaming coffee and she proceeded to fill the two cups that she had placed down quietly onto the table. In my peripheral view I noticed that even her clothing was from the fifties era. I lifted my gaze up from Nathan’s “semi” to her eyes and smiled, noticing her name badge on the way. Quickly I grabbed for the two menus that had been placed on the table in front of me and Nathan, desperately hoping she hadn’t been a party to our previous conversation. I started to search the menu frantically for something I fancied. It was so difficult when I knew that the only thing I fancied was the cocky bloke sitting next to
The bike slowed and I waited for the instruction to get off, it didn’t come. Instead, after I had dismounted on my own say so, the only command I received was the non-verbal offer of a large tattooed hand, stretching out behind his tall body as he set off slowly towards the diner at our rest stop. I hesitated for a mere second before I placed my much smaller hand in his. His stride started to lengthen as soon as he had me tightly within his grip, and I felt more relaxed with our connection.
The diner was fantastic. It was just what I had always imagined a classic fifties era diner to look like. It was all done out in red and white, with red and white checked tablecloths and tieback curtains. The booth seats were covered in red vinyl and the tables had a Formica top to them. The place was clean, all the chrome accents in various places shining out their welcome to us. The smell of homemade apple pie hit my senses as soon as we entered, and my mouth watered in anticipation. Nathan wordlessly manoeuvred us over to a vacant booth, our fingers staying entwined together. Even when we had to squeeze past others, he just adapted his hold on mine slightly, in order that he could lead me through without us separating. I followed behind him, loving the feeling of his calloused finger pads gently stroking against my skin, it was almost an unconscious caress and I lapped it up.
Nathan sat down and carefully positioned his recuperating leg, before pulling me down next to him. The warmth in the diner with the sun shining through the windows meant that I was going to have to remove my jacket soon, but not just yet. If he didn’t want to break our connection then neither did I. I had made a decision that I needed to soak up as much of this gorgeous man as I could over the next few days, or for however long we were forced to be together. I knew that us being together would come to an end and he would go back to Candy. He had carefully positioned himself in the corner of the seat and had one arm casually running along the back of the darted and buttoned seat back. His other hand still held on to mine. I looked down at his leg, as he was twisting his booted foot around in circles, first one way and then the other, it seemed like he was trying to get some relief from it.
I nodded, gesticulating at his leg, ‘Is it stiff?’
The roar of laughter that came from his mouth was so spontaneous and infectious that I joined him. I couldn’t believe I had led myself into that one. His arm moved quickly from along the top of the seat and he grabbed hold of his cock through his leather trousers. I felt my breath hitch slightly at the sight of his large hand almost rubbing himself, as he showed me the now obvious outline through the beaten up leather.
‘Semi, I’d say,’ came a minty whisper into the shell of my ear, ‘as it always seems to be when I’m near you.’ He very lightly brushed his lips against my cheek and moved himself back to his original relaxed position in the corner of the booth. I closed my eyes briefly and had to physically stop myself from touching the burning area his lips had left on my face.
‘Can I help you both? … What can I get you?’ A voice came suddenly from the side of me, from a rather pretty waitress. She was carrying a glass pot, full of steaming coffee and she proceeded to fill the two cups that she had placed down quietly onto the table. In my peripheral view I noticed that even her clothing was from the fifties era. I lifted my gaze up from Nathan’s “semi” to her eyes and smiled, noticing her name badge on the way. Quickly I grabbed for the two menus that had been placed on the table in front of me and Nathan, desperately hoping she hadn’t been a party to our previous conversation. I started to search the menu frantically for something I fancied. It was so difficult when I knew that the only thing I fancied was the cocky bloke sitting next to
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