me, wearing a shit-eating grin at my suddenly flustered behaviour. He was the only one that ever made me feel that way. I almost flung the menu over towards Nate.
‘Ermmm… Can you give us five minutes, please?’ I questioned.
When I heard nothing in reply, I looked up again towards Jen. She had stopped pouring and was stood stock still and I followed her observation which ended at Mr. Bloody Semi.
Shit! She recognised him. It was the one thing that stupidly hadn’t even entered my head. I hoped she couldn’t see the outline of his cock from where she was standing. I could see the local paper headlines in my mind. “World Superbike rider caresses his cock in local diner.” I immediately spat out my hot gulp of coffee. The one I had just taken in a bid to break her stare by moving my arm in front of her.
Note to self, do not laugh and try to drink at the same time!
The spray from my mouth went all over the table. On the plus side being hit in the cheek with someone else’s regurgitated coffee made you gasp and withdraw your stalk like eyes.
‘Sorry,’ I smiled my remorse up at her.
‘It’s Ok, Ma’am.’ She removed the cloth from her shoulder and after patting her face dry, she started to mop up the mess I had created.
‘We don’t need five minutes, Jen. Would you please bring us three Philly cheesesteak sandwiches, two pieces of apple pie, a cup of tea and I’ll have a coffee refill please,’ Nathan bestowed on the pretty girl.
I watched as she broke out in an embarrassed flush all over her cheeks. She moved away from us with an added swing in her pert backside for extra measure. This it seemed, was the one thing I hadn’t taken into account. Of course he was going to be recognised, from New York all the way through to California. Women were going to be throwing themselves at him. I hated the bloody thought of it already. Jen joined her colleague behind the counter, it was fairly obvious she had shared her snippet of information as they both turned to stare at Nathan. He grinned back and then winked at them.
‘Look at them… you gotta love girls who are willing to dress up.’ He waggled his eyebrows at me.
‘Really?’ I shook my head at him in disbelief, taking all his deliciousness in. The cheeky, lopsided grin, with dimples under his scruff. Even the sparkle had returned to his eyes.
The most wonderful thing had happened; the mask had slipped.
The cheesesteak sandwiches were to die for, and topped off with homemade apple pie it meant I was seriously going to have to exercise the first opportunity I got. I could almost feel the calories sinking to my boobs.
The diner was comfortable, we had a good position to see who entered and exited at all times. I realised Nathan’s choice in seating hadn’t been an accident, he was deliberately taking notice of all the people who came anywhere near us. I felt safe with him and it was so good not to have my legs splayed apart on the bike, I thought with a chuckle. Slowly I began to relax as Nathan explained a bit about the set-up back at the track. Up until now, all I had known about was Brock. He was Nate’s team manager and best friend; it would be good to finally meet him. I understood they had a few mechanics in their set up too, but Brock would be the only person there who was going to know my real identity.
My stomach was full and I leant back further into the seat, and looked once more around the diner. The pièce de résistance was a juke box in the corner. It had obviously been updated as it no longer accepted dimes but quarters, the sign above it said. Nathan wordlessly slipped his hand into his pocket and sorted out a couple of appropriate coins and he slid them over to my fingers.
‘Don’t say I never give you anything, darlin,’ he smiled.
I jumped up like an excited child, clutching the coins I made my way over to scan through the domed glass at the list of authentic records on offer. I picked one I hadn’t heard in years, not
‘Ermmm… Can you give us five minutes, please?’ I questioned.
When I heard nothing in reply, I looked up again towards Jen. She had stopped pouring and was stood stock still and I followed her observation which ended at Mr. Bloody Semi.
Shit! She recognised him. It was the one thing that stupidly hadn’t even entered my head. I hoped she couldn’t see the outline of his cock from where she was standing. I could see the local paper headlines in my mind. “World Superbike rider caresses his cock in local diner.” I immediately spat out my hot gulp of coffee. The one I had just taken in a bid to break her stare by moving my arm in front of her.
Note to self, do not laugh and try to drink at the same time!
The spray from my mouth went all over the table. On the plus side being hit in the cheek with someone else’s regurgitated coffee made you gasp and withdraw your stalk like eyes.
‘Sorry,’ I smiled my remorse up at her.
‘It’s Ok, Ma’am.’ She removed the cloth from her shoulder and after patting her face dry, she started to mop up the mess I had created.
‘We don’t need five minutes, Jen. Would you please bring us three Philly cheesesteak sandwiches, two pieces of apple pie, a cup of tea and I’ll have a coffee refill please,’ Nathan bestowed on the pretty girl.
I watched as she broke out in an embarrassed flush all over her cheeks. She moved away from us with an added swing in her pert backside for extra measure. This it seemed, was the one thing I hadn’t taken into account. Of course he was going to be recognised, from New York all the way through to California. Women were going to be throwing themselves at him. I hated the bloody thought of it already. Jen joined her colleague behind the counter, it was fairly obvious she had shared her snippet of information as they both turned to stare at Nathan. He grinned back and then winked at them.
‘Look at them… you gotta love girls who are willing to dress up.’ He waggled his eyebrows at me.
‘Really?’ I shook my head at him in disbelief, taking all his deliciousness in. The cheeky, lopsided grin, with dimples under his scruff. Even the sparkle had returned to his eyes.
The most wonderful thing had happened; the mask had slipped.
The cheesesteak sandwiches were to die for, and topped off with homemade apple pie it meant I was seriously going to have to exercise the first opportunity I got. I could almost feel the calories sinking to my boobs.
The diner was comfortable, we had a good position to see who entered and exited at all times. I realised Nathan’s choice in seating hadn’t been an accident, he was deliberately taking notice of all the people who came anywhere near us. I felt safe with him and it was so good not to have my legs splayed apart on the bike, I thought with a chuckle. Slowly I began to relax as Nathan explained a bit about the set-up back at the track. Up until now, all I had known about was Brock. He was Nate’s team manager and best friend; it would be good to finally meet him. I understood they had a few mechanics in their set up too, but Brock would be the only person there who was going to know my real identity.
My stomach was full and I leant back further into the seat, and looked once more around the diner. The pièce de résistance was a juke box in the corner. It had obviously been updated as it no longer accepted dimes but quarters, the sign above it said. Nathan wordlessly slipped his hand into his pocket and sorted out a couple of appropriate coins and he slid them over to my fingers.
‘Don’t say I never give you anything, darlin,’ he smiled.
I jumped up like an excited child, clutching the coins I made my way over to scan through the domed glass at the list of authentic records on offer. I picked one I hadn’t heard in years, not
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