The sound of the bike starting up set me into motion. This was my only chance, and for some reason, I was going to take this risk. I had no idea what made me do it, but I hopped off the picnic table, calling out as I walked over. "Hey, biker boy," I shouted before taking one last drag of my cigarette, before I dropped it on the ground, stepping on it with my black leather boots as I continued on my way.

In just a few more steps I had reached him, just as I finished blowing out the rest of my smoke. He had turned at my call, and I could see one eyebrow was raised over his sunglasses as he took in my appearance. I took my black and neon green streaked hair out of its messy bun, letting it cascade down my back as I considered what to do. Something guided me as I reached beneath my pleated plaid mini skirt and bent, pulling my underwear down, but I know it wasn't my brain guiding me. I stepped out of them and straightened before handing him the black lace, then reached over and pulled his extra helmet out of his saddle bag.

As I put the helmet on, he just stared at me, and I realized maybe I should say a little something more. I swung a leg over his bike and pressed my breasts into his back as I wrapped my arms around his torso and moved my lips to his ear. "You should hold onto those. Put them in your pocket. And let's get out of here. I know some place we can go," I whispered softly, before settling in and he snapped into action, quickly putting the panties in his pocket and heading in the direction I pointed.

He continued following my directions and I led him about forty-five minutes away from town. The hill was unoccupied, as it always was, and overlooked another small town. I had found it not long after I had moved to Charming, and had wasted no time in claiming it as my spot. So far I hadn't run into a soul here, so I knew we would be uninterrupted. I slipped off the bike when he stopped it and took a step back as I removed the helmet and my sunglasses and he got off the bike.

For a moment, his gaze slid up from the top of my head to my feet and then back up again, landing on my eyes, and I could tell he was wondering who was crazier; me for bringing him here, or him for allowing me to do it. "This way," I said and then turned on my heel, walking up the hill. I never had to look back to see if he followed. I could sense his hesitation, but then he was there behind me, and for a moment I wondered who was crazier, too. At least I knew I didn't do things like this, ever. How often did he allow random chicks onto his bike and follow them as they call the shots?

Suddenly I couldn't help my chuckle, and I continued laughing until we reached the trees where I stashed my shit that I left here. I spread out the blanket as he stood and watched me. I had stopped laughing, and as I turned to face him, I felt the moisture between my legs increase as I took my turn checking him out once again. There was no denying this guy was hot. He was about 5'9, which was good enough for my 5'4, with tan skin, dark eyes and a mohawk, with lightning bolts on either side of the 'hawk. He was wearing a black tee-shirt underneath his cut, which was tight enough to show off abs I practically salivated over, and had tattoos on his arms, and probably more I couldn't see beneath the shirt. I'd have to examine him and find out.

Snapping me out of my daze, he cocked an eyebrow and finally spoke. "You gonna tell me why we're here?" his voice was deep and even hotter than I had expected. I took a deep breath and acted before I could back out. I would look mighty stupid if I backed out at this point anyway. I closed the distance between us and put one hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in to crash his lips to mine, and the other hand reached down and started stroking his dick through his pants. I walked backward toward the blanket before turning us around and nudging him to the ground, following so that he ended up sitting down with his legs out in front of him, and I was straddling him, my hand still between us and stroking his hardening length.

While I did all that, I didn't even break the kiss, but now I did. Now I wanted to undress him and examine that body I had seen so many times in the month and a half since I had officially moved to Charming. I removed the cut, then the tee-shirt, and revealed tattoos. I had been correct in my assumption. I traced over them with my fingers before I bent down and placed some well-placed licks. He was getting tired of just watching, but I leaned back, out of his grasp, and shook my head. This was mine.

Slowly, I got to my feet, and turned, bending over to take off his boots, being extra careful to sway my ass, which was completely visible, as my skirt had ridden up while I'd pushed him down, right in his face. I made quick work of the boots and socks before I removed his jeans, discarding them, and then I stood over him as I began to undress.

Shrugging out of my leather jacket, I turned, giving him a glimpse of the tattoos on my back as I tossed it on the blanket. I faced him again, reaching down to play with the hem of my lime green tank top before I pulled it over my head. I dropped it on his chest and then removed my bra, dropping that on his face. I grinned evilly as I took off my skirt. For a moment I considered leaving my boots and knee-highs on, but then I removed them too, and stood over him for a moment, completely naked, while he was still in boxers.

Deciding that needed fixing, I bent down, putting my boobs in his face as I removed his boxers, then I plopped back down on his lap. I could feel how hard he was already and that caused my grin to widen. This was going to be better than I expected, I could feel it. I scooted back and leaned down, but only needed to suck on his dick for a few moments. I could tell he was ready. I knew I was ready, had been since before I'd gotten on his bike. Hell, I'd probably been ready since the first time I'd seen him, my first day in this town.

With my hands on his shoulders, and my feet braced, I lifted myself, before slowly lowering myself onto his dick. Oh god, that felt good, it had been so long. I let out a low moan of appreciation as I felt him inside me, before I slowly lifted again and restarted the process. I couldn't keep going slow for long though, and soon enough I quickened the pace. His hands began to roam, and this time I let them, I had already lost control, my head thrown back and my hands splayed across his pecs as I rode him hard and fast, feeling the length of him inside of me. It felt better than I had even imagined.

This went on for a little while, before I came with a high pitched squeal, as I only did when it was really good, and it was better than I had ever imagined it could possibly be. He followed after me, with an eyebrow cocked at the noise I had just made, but I collapsed on him, as he slowly lowered us back. He reached up to stroke my hair, but I moved away, tried, and failed, to push myself to my feet, and ended up crawling over to my stash. I grabbed the blunt and a lighter and crawled back over to the biker. I lit up and took in a deep hit before I passed it over to him.

After we had smoked the whole thing, and I began to feel the effects, I allowed myself to close the distance and rest my head on his chest, above his tattoo. I swirled my fingertips above the other one, and he reached up and began playing with my hair, his other arm reached over so his hand could rest on my hip. The entire length of our bodies were touching and I almost felt like going for round two, but the blunt loosened me up enough for my mouth to open, and suddenly the words were pouring out.

Somehow, we ended up talking for hours, which was something I had never intended. I had wanted a quick lay. Get in, get out, get gone. Never have to see him again. But I could feel something different happening. Something was settling in my mind as I talked to him, as he talked back. We both offered up information, staying away from basics, like names, but going kinda deep regardless. I told him a bit about how and why I was here. He told me that he was part of a MC, or motorcycle club. I almost told him where my love of bikes came from, but I stopped that thought before it could leave my mouth and, fortunately, that was the only almost slip-up I had.

When the sun started to rise over the horizon, I let out a loud expletive and sat up, severing the contact. "I have work in an hour," I said as I set about quickly dressing. He took the hint and did the same, and I packed up my blanket and headed down the hill after him when we were ready. He tried to hold my hand, but my high was wearing off, and I didn't want to be touched. I straddled the bike behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist loosely as he took off.

Soon enough we were in town, and I got off the bike and handed him the helmet before putting my hair back in the messy bun. I glanced at him, could tell he wanted to kiss me, maybe ask me my name, but I shook my head slightly, and turned. I sashayed away, pulling out a cigarette and taking a long drag as I walked to my truck. I pulled my keys out from their hiding place as I reached it and unlocked it, pulling myself behind the wheel as I turned for one last look at him. I lowered my glasses and met his eyes, sending him a smirk. Damn biker still had my panties.

A/N: I can make this a one-shot, or I can continue it and turn it into a longer storyline. I already have three other chapters written and am working on a fourth. So, please please please tell me what you think. I beg you!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize.