Harley's Angel

His reddish goatee and startling blue eyes were so different then I have ever seen. An odd combination to say the least, but attractive nonetheless. I had never been one to like "bikers", although I had dated one for a few months. But he was a lawyer and wore Armani when he rode. 

The guy with the reddish goatee was different. He looked every inch a "biker", although it was hard to tell if he had the tattoos or piercing to go along with it. I guess I watch too much TV to think that all bikers are that way. I had this strange attraction to him and I couldn't figure out why. My type were football players, big guys with Buddha bellies and broad shoulders. He didn't resemble these types at all. 

We talked while the activities were going on in the convention center. Me working my little booth for my boss, him doing the same. We both had full time work week jobs but as a way to make money and step out of the norm it was fun to be surrounded by leather and the smell of bikes. We had good conversation, stepped out once in awhile to have a smoke or grab something to eat. On the way back in he showed me what he purchased at the show - a skeleton hand holding a sheathed knife. Again, a dark symbol of guys I normally don't dig. Leaning over to see it I pressed myself against his side, not enough to be obvious, but enough to realize he had a soft body, which was much better to my liking.

Later, when I went to ask him if he wanted to go for a smoke he motioned me over to help him carry some extra bags out to his car. I smiled inside thinking of what he really wanted. My mind played it all out before we even walked to the door. 

His car is in the garage across the street, parked in a dark corner. I hand him my bag and lean against the cars back passenger side door while he situates it in the back seat. He come out and looks over at me. I am standing with my hands behind my back, looking over at him. He closes the door and leans against the car next to me. We stand in silent for a moment. Its broken when I say, "I have this urge to kiss you." He stays silent for a moment longer. I ask, "Is that bad?" 

A moment later he tips his head towards me. He says, "I hope not, because I was thinking the same thing." Slowly he moves so he is standing right in front of me with a hand on each side of me on the car. He moves closer so his body is just touching mine. Closer he leans in, until he is inches from my face. His little goatee moving as he talks. "Would it be okay if I kiss you now?" 

Instead of answering I lean into him. His lips touch mine lightly and I open my mouth to receive him. My tongue darts over his lips as he leans in closer, pressing his body to mine. He pulls my hands from behind my back and raised them over my head. With his other free hand he grabs my waist and begins sliding it up to my breast. Roughly he grabs it, pinching the soft mound in his hand. 

Letting go of my hands from above, I grabbed his head behind his neck to press him closer to me. Breathing heavy through his nose he pulled away and looked his blue eyes into mine. I am breathing softly as I stare back. 
“What?” I ask, wondering if I did something wrong.
“Nothing. But I wanted to tell you I have wanted to do that since I met you.” He smiled as my mouth makes the shape of an ‘O’ in understanding.
“Good,” I say. “I feel the same way. You can continue now.” I smile and I see his eyes change into a deeper blue.

Returning to my mouth he traveled down my neck to the top of my bust. I felt the tickle of his goatee on my chest and it gave me the shivers. He slid one free hand down to the front of my pants and undid the snap. With little effort he unzipped the remaining portion down. I caught my breath when he first rubbed his hand over my mound. I wasn’t wearing panties for a reason, and in a way I think he know.

He slipped one long finger into my pussy. I clenched my legs and seethed through my teeth but he gently nudged them apart with his hand. He slipped two fingers in this time slowly twirling them around. Against his hand I felt the bulge in his pants and I wanted to feel that too while he was touching me like he was. I put my hands on the front of his pants and he momentarily slowed his pulsing. Deftly I undid the front of his jeans and pulled out his hot erection. Clenching his teeth he seethed inward. "God that feels good." 

I jacked his cock slowly as he continued to finger fuck my hole. I was dripping wet, and I felt it on my creamy thigh. Looking around and seeing no one, he spread my legs with his foot and lifted one of my legs. He moved in closer and I could feel the tip of the head at my opening. He looked me in the eyes as he slowly pushed it in to the base. A small moan escaped my lips and I had to bite down to keep from making more noise. He let it stay that way, but only for a moment. 

He began to rock me against the car, lightly at first and then with such force. Gripping his neck and back for support, he held my hips and he banged into me over and over. I whispered to him, "Come inside me." and within a few hot stabs into my hole, I felt the burning release. He easily slid out of me and kissed me roughly on my bruising lips.
"That was interesting,” he whispered. “I can’t say I have ever done that.” He smiled as he fixed his pants as I did with mine. On shaky legs we walked back to the main hall smoking another cigarette...