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This is your time, Your time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfy, Your time to release your inner passion as you listened to my voice and feel the story moving through your body as you enjoy tonight's show. Lisa sighed as a roar of the motorbike drifted into silence as it left her stood in the driveway. Is realized felt heavily by the dense mist blowing in from the mountains. There was definitely a storm moving in somewhere in the distance,

High above the small town she called home. She could hear the crackle of lightning. Briefly, the sky would light up and then settle back down to the crimson gray of dusk. However violent the storm was, she could guarantee it wasn't as bad as a storm that had ensued just an hour ago, the same storm that blew in

every time Lisa had a day off. She only saw Chris night before a day off they would go to a bar, come home fuck want of a better term, and then argue the next day, usually over money, well rather his lack of it and her just working to keep the walls from the door despite putting a sixty hour week in at the local hospital. Of course, he

wanted money. Today was Friday, and in two hours she would be working and he would be down in the den of bikers he frequented when he was away from her and he needed something to stuff up his nose. She couldn't believe she was dating a biker, let alone a drug using one. Well that's not strictly speaking true. She could believe she was dating a biker. She has spent most of her free time around them since being

a teenager. Her older brother Mark had been very involved with bikers, being twenty one when she was just thirteen. She had clung on to him like a limpet when they went to the biker's festivals and verisi. Other bikers assumed she was Mark's girlfriend, but he had made it clear that she was his little sister and if anyone touched her, they would be picking their balls out from a mincer. Still, her nickname of Jael Bait to stuck, and she was proud of it, proud enough to have

it emblazoned upon her favorite T shirt. Even though she was now well into her thirties and passed what could be sensibly described as Jael bait. Still, the mix of drugs and bikes were not a good one. It had cost Marky's life, and she knew in her soul that this relationship with Chris would end in heartbreak one way or another. Her stomach still not in every time Chris left. The truth was, she knew one day it would be the last time. It would be mark all over again.

Lisa walked back into the house and closed the door as the first specks of rain peppered her skin, deciding to have a shower to wash away the residue of their argument. Maybe she could get an hour's nap before she would get to leave for work. The emergency room of the hospital was stressful enough without carrying the weight of Chris's drugs needs with her. The warm caress of

the shower cocooned Lisa as she stood under it. There were few moments in her life that she could say were truly relaxing, but her showers were one of them. She had even extended the bathroom into her spare room so she could enjoy a walking shower. Of course, she had joked with Chris how it could fit two people,

but he never really picked up on it. Sex for him would never require a lot of effort, although he had no complaints if Lisa wanted to put the effort in something she had stopped doing a long time ago, realizing it was a one way street. She held her face upward, enjoying the sensation of the warm flow carassing her cheeks, the gentle sounds of the shower closing out

the sound of the oncoming storm. Pushing her hair back, the droplets just seemed to drift down her body in the perfect way to take all the stress out of her. Embraced by the water full of warmth cascading over her naked body, she lost herself in memories of that time, those years ago, her first time with the man. She had lost Mark in the winter every twenty eighth, to be exact, The night before his twenty fifth birthday, he had gone out to run an errand for someone or

something and just never came back. Of course, she had gone to the clubhouse the next day to ask around, but he had never apparently got there. He took the police weeks to find him and his bike in a deep ravine just off the highway, and they said there was narcotics in his bloodstream and that had caused the accident, but of course that was their go to answer anytime a biker died on the road. It was that day she met Trevor. He wasn't a club member, he wasn't

associated with any club, but he had no Mark. They had hung out together when Mark first got into bikes, and Trevor had taken him under his wing. Oddly enough, apart from the first time she came to the clubhouse, she'd never seen them together. Oh, she'd seen the voters, she'd heard the stories, but Trevor always seemed to be on the road, headed somewhere else. After that first meeting at the clubhouse, he was gone that very next day.

Apparently that was just the way he was, but it seemed like one heck of a lonely life to Lisa. She often wondered what motivated a man to be like that. She assumed it was because he lacked any social grace and people just get tired of him being around. She really couldn't think of anything else it might be. Over the next weeks and months, Trevor continued to be around, supporting her, protecting her, she began to doubt her own judgment.

He was funny in caring, protective, and never tried anything on. With things at home getting worse, not to say they were ever great, as Mark had acted as a shield to protect her from most of it, taking the brunt of her father's aggression and her mother's religious lecturing. But with Mark now gone, all the focus moved on to Lisa. Trevor provided a welcome escape from the hell of home,

and they ended up spending most days together. Somehow, Mark had left her a sizeable amount of money after you had passed, but you put the condition on it that it paid for an education. Lisa had always dreamed of having a full education since she was young. She knew

she was intelligent enough. She had wanted to be a nurse ever since she was old enough to pretend that her teddy bears were sick and they needed help, she had bandaged them up, put them to bed, and taken real good care of them until she decided they were healthy enough again to leave hospital. Her Remark had often laid watching the stars and cloudless nights talking about it, but they both knew their parents would never allow it.

Ambitions and dreams of the work of the devil. Her inheritance from Mark gave her the independence she needed to pursue that dream, and every night she thanked him for that her escape route. Trevor was surprisingly well read for a biker. He helped her with all the forms at college. They discussed her best path forward, even though he didn't have an education himself as far as she could tell. When she was offered a place in college, they decided

to celebrate by going to the next festival together. Having never gone to a festival with anyone but Mark, Lisa did worry if she was doing the right thing. It felt almost like she was being unfaithful to Mark. That night, she dreamed of Mark in the moment she closed her eyes, and he sure seemed happy with her, so she decided this was him saying it was the right thing to do. Riding pillion with Trevor was something very different to riding

it with Mark. He was broader than Mark for a start, Her arms didn't stretch as far around him as they did around Mark, and he was also a good deal taller, so she spent most of the journey with her head resting on his back. He rode the bike slower than Mark did. She rationalized that he'd traveled so far on the road, this was easier on him. It was certainly easier on her. The bumps in the road were nothing

like they were when't riding with Mark. It wasn't until they reached the camping fields she noticed something that had been playing on her mind. Trevor didn't smell of gas and leather. He walked alone, something the other bikers would have definitely made fun of. But then you weren't a biker unless you were dripping with the smell of fuel and slept in your leathers every night. He must actually bathe, she thought. Probably you soap as well, she mused, kickling

to herself. It only took fifteen minutes to erect the tent, something that took Mark at least an hour, and there was always a good chance of it falling over in the night. Several times she and Mark had been trying to resurrect a fall in tent in a downpour of rain at two am, arguing where they hammered every single tent, pegging and attached every rope. It's always resulted in trying to be as far apart as they possibly could within

the confines of the tent. The first night she shared a tent with Trevor, it seemed surprisingly comfortable, so natural, in fact, she slept the whole night without waking. When she woke the next morning, she resisted the urge to open her eyes, just enjoying the sounds of the bird's song that echoed through the canvas. She couldn't even hear Trevor breathing as he slept, which was welcome relief after

having to combat marks snoring for years. As she breathed in the country air, she was surprised at the effect it had on her. Blood started pumping more freely. A mixture of a good night's rest and plenty of oxygen made itself known between her thighs, squeezing them together to

try and control her growing desire. She wondered if she could indulge in a few moments of self pleasure without Trevor noticing, opening her eyes to make sure he was fully asleep and not just laying there gazing at the canvas. She realized she was actually alone in the tent. Suddenly, a rush of vulnerability flooded her. She was alone in the tent in a field of probably still drunk bikers.

This wasn't good, not one bit. All thoughts of self pleasure vanished as Lisa struggled into her sweatpants, her legs flailing in the air, she pulled them on. Where the fuck is he, she mumbled to herself, thrusting her head through the tent flaps. Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, She surveyed the array of tents in front of her. Just a little way off, a smaller group of bikers staggered across the horizon. She knew Trevor wasn't with that group,

as he hadn't drunk last night. Her eyes were suddenly drawn to a neat pile of branches not six feet from her tent, and someone had duck the turf, presumably to prepare for a fire. Could this be Trevor's work? He had insisted last night that they pitched their tat away from the others bordering the nearby forest, so there was no other tent nearby that it could belong to. Besides, bikers were not normally the kind of people who showed

so much foresight, pulling a sweater on. Lisa ventured beyond the safety of her tent in search of Trevor, whispering to herself he might be getting more branches. As she followed the short path towards the woods, the jew on the soft grass was the only evidence that it was only a little after dawn, as the sun was already blazingly hot. Already the first beads of perspiration caressed her brow, the gentle early morning breeze only seeming to highlight the

sensations as it kissed down her cheeks. The air cooled dramatically as she entered the woods, sending a chill down her spine. She shivered rushed as she followed an old path, Presumably this was the way Trevor had gone, as it was the only path. She could see. The sound of the birds serenading the morning sun filled the trees as she walked, apparently unthreatened by her presence. They sat high

in the canopy above her. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear a slight splashing sound, as if someone was collecting water that would make sense as they didn't have any, but there were plenty of water barrels on the site, so she really didn't see why he needed to collect it from the woods. Curious, Lisa followed the splashing sound until the dense trees thinned out. Peering between the branches,

the sun glistened on a river. Trevor stood waist deep in the water, water occasionally dunking himself underneath and then rising again. Lisa whimpered gently as she watched the water and glistening as it dropped from his chest. She hadn't imagined that underneath all that leather he had actually such a muscular body. Perhaps she was drooling just looking at him. The gentle throb from earlier returned as she watched him, the shine of the water accentuating the definition of his body.

She had never thought of Trevor as anything but a stand in big brother, but right now her body was blushing with desire as she watched him in the water, the sun sparkling across his naked body. Crouching down to remain hidden, she could not take her eyes off him. Her hand drifted inside her sweatpan, and her fingers gently teased at the damp material of her panties. Holding onto a tree to steady herself. With her free hand, Lisa

bit on her lower lip to suppress a moan. Her fingers quickened, rubbing her clip viciously through the material, the sensation spiraling in her core, throbbing, pulsing, clutching in need. Lisa closed her eyes as a wave of pleasure engulfed. Drowning in the sensation. She gasped gently as an orgasm ricocheted through a body, continuing to stroke herself gently as

he after shock of pleasure echoed through her. She opened her eyes, watching Trevor walk through the water to the bank, the water dropping from his waist as his morning erection stood proud in the glare of the sun. Lisa returred of erectionsman never actually seen one. The sight of the firm length of muscle filled her mind with a flood of lustful thoughts, Wishing like hell she hadn't just come.

As her core clouch ferociously, Lisa's eyes fixated on him, her body screamed with need to have that inside her, to have him inside her, filling her as the water moved around his size, his hand lowered over his length Grasping it firmly, he began rubbing slowly. Lisa's young eyes widened at the image before her. His head tipped back, his long hair dripping down his back, looking like a wolf that was about to howl. His hand moved faster and faster. Her mind engrossed with the dark thoughts raised

through her, she moaned loudly with need. Suddenly he stopped and looked her direction. Wading through the poor towards her, he called out, who's there. Come out. Realizing there was no way of escaping without being seen, she stood and stuttered, embarrased. Sorry, I came here looking for you when you weren't in the tent. Her face heated in a blush, knowing her desire had been discovered. It's okay, Lisa, I was just having a wash in some mean time. His gaze held hers,

an unfamiliar look burned in his eyes. The intensity of it sent a new tingle throbbing through her body. And you need something quite hilly into her. He was just inches from her. Damned, she could feel the heat of his erection. It pulsed so hard she could feel it. His gaze softened as he looked into her eyes. You've seen a cock before, he asked, his head tipping to

one's side. Well, yeah, she said, which was true. She had been to enough festivals and the bikers that used anywhere as a bathroom without any hint of shame, but never a hard one like yours. Suddenly she felt so innocent, so naive. Trevors studied her for a long moment before saying I'm sorry you had to see mine first before he turned away. Words rushed out of her mouth before she had a chance to stop them. No, wait, I'm glad it's yours. I'm safe with you. I want to

give me to you. I want you to take my virginity. Trevor's shoulders slum before he turned back to Faser. I'm too old for you. You're beautiful, Lisa and young. You need someone your own age, he said as he placed his hands firmly on her shoulders, his eyes burning with protective concern. Lisa's gaze dropped, disappointment reflected in her voice as she whispered, don't you want me? Trevor's eyes followed her face as he moved a hand over her chin, holding it gently.

He lifted her gaze to meet his I have wanted you more than you can ever know, since a moment I first cast eyes on you, Lisa. But I wouldn't rob you of that special moment. It wouldn't be right. I've never wanted any boy my own age, she said firmly, her hand rising to find its pulsing member, stroking it as she had watched him doing just moments before. It is my choice who I give my virginity to, and I want it to be you, Trevor mac millan. I think I've always wanted it to be you. Here and now.

She squeezed him further, her fingers tightening around his length, forcing a moan from his lips. There was nothing but silence between them for the longest moment. His eyes burned with desire as she continued stroking him. Suddenly his lips were on hers, their tongues entwined. It was a kiss the sort of which Lisa had only dreamed of, Sensuous and firm, intense and passionate. Every stroke of his tongue caressed every nerve in her body. Fuck. She wanted him

more than she had ever known possible. Pushing the fingers of her free hand through his long hair, she pulled his kiss harder on to hers. She just wanted to melt into him as he stooped down and lifted her into his arms, his cock slipping from Lisa's grasp. She moaned in surprise and disappointment. Trevor carried her through the water to a small sand banking where his clothes and towel laid, placing her down on the towel gently, he stretched over her, the heat of their bodies pressing together,

holding her gaze firmly. His eyes radiated sincerity as he said, you can't know how much I wanted this. His wire left, but you have to know. If afterwards you want it to be just friends, that's cool. I will still be here for you. Lifting her sweater over her head, her breast tingled with anticipation as they were exposed to his gaze. Lisa pushed her hips up and started to slight her

sweat pants over her legs. Gently, Trevor grasped her hands, stopping her movement as he whispered, not yet slowly, I want both of us to save her every moment. Releasing her hands, his fingers traced a leisurely lying over her stomach, carassing the curve of her delicate breass. Lisa could do nothing but whimper as her whole body tingled, a gentle pulse of electricity moving through every cell, culminating on her clip,

which throbbed sensuously under his caress. His mouth dipped, his lips, brushing over hers, kissing her so gently their tongues explored each other's desires. Surprised by the power of his old passion, Lisa could still feel the ache in his body pressing against her thigh. It felt a lot firmer than it had just a short while ago, as if the tension of controlling his lust was focused all into the strength of his cock. His breath was warm as he explored

her neck. A whisper of a kiss danced over her skin, forcing a gentle moan to escape from her lips. Her skin was electrified from his touch, tingling from head to foot, her hands sliding up his back and through his hair, grasping him as his tongue teased gently across her shoulders, tracing warm, wet circles over the top of her brass. Lisa couldn't help lift her chest, inviting his mouth to

explore further her nipples. So wrecked, so firmly ached with need, anticipation embraced her body as his breath finally discovered those hard knobs, the firm tip of his tongue spiraling her areola, forcing the tingling sensation and a cord to spiral intensify. With slow strokes of his tongue, he caressed the erect length of her nipple, dragging it slowly between his tongue

and teeth. Oh fuck, Lisa moaned, her pussy throbbing and swollen, her panties so wet her passion caressed her in her thighs. She raised her chest again in desperation, trying to force her nipple further into his mouth. Treviorgus calmly slid his hands over her shoulders, holding them down against the soft sand, as his lips took one nipple between them, somehow, rolling his tongue over it, contorting her desire into something new,

something more intense. Although her body was held firmly, her lust writhed inside her, a beast fueled by desperate need that it was only restrained by the strength of Trevor's hands. His lips explored down over her stomach, edging warm where it circles into her skin. A flood of anticipation whirled in Lisa's corn, waiting for that first touch while she needed it most. His fingernails slid down her body, sending a fresh wave of sensations cascading through her as they

explored the waistband of her sweatpants. Sitting back up momentarily, Trevor slid her pants over her hips and down her legs, his fingers advancing the line of wanton pleasure, the echo in every cell. Lowering his head, his lips brushed the soft flesh of her in a thigh, the stumble of his beard forcing a tremble to explode through muscles tensing against his touch. His lips brushed higher, his tongue pressing firmly, the electric circles into a thigh, the heat of his

breath fueling the furnace burning inside the panties. Her hips twisted in pleasure. The moment his tongue discovered the edge of her panties, teasing just inside her pussy clutched with need. She'd waited for this moment for too long. Now she needed to feel his touch, to feel him explore her most instillate places. His fingers slowly slid her panties to one side, the brush of his fingertips over her folds, forcing her desire to spread through every of her body.

Exposed to the heat of his breath, a pussy trembled with expectant desire. His finger brushed her where folds again, forcing her back to arch. The sun caressing her naked breast, highlighting the sensations washing over her. The kiss of the morning breeze bit at her skin in the perfect way to set her whole body alight with the flames of her desire. His tongue traced a line back up her lips, slowly deliberately moving higher. Her desire damned inside her core.

Her thighs tens in a weighted satisfaction. Pressing up her lips, his thumbs slid the hood of her clip to expose it finally to his breath. Lisa held her breath as her body tensed, waiting for that first caress. The first flick was determined and firm, forcing her body to writhe with the intensity of the onslaught of pleasure. Flick after flick of his tongue turk her body to the very edge of the precipice before he stopped for a moment,

gently sucking her nub between his lips. His fingertipped caressing the dripping entrance to a sex, stretching her lip as it slid slowly inside her. Her muscle was clutching it tightly, thrusting in and out. God knows how many times Lisa could feel the precipice just inches away as he pushed another finger inside her hips, rising to meet his thrust, wanting to experience more her orgasms so close, now just there, close enough to touch. As his fingers whipped her clit again,

she didn't just fall into the precipice. She leaped, arms outstretched, Her whole body collapsed into her orgasm as he knighted a wildfire through every nerve. His fingers continued thrusting as her body convulsed in pleasure, massaging her desire, stroking the waves pulsing through her. Her fingers grasped wildly, digging into the sand, clutching at his hair anywhere for stability as she rocked against him, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over a body. Then his fingers were gone, and her

pussy clutched forlornly needing to be filled again. As he rose between her thighs, his cock pressed between her lips, stretching her slowly. There was a brief moment of pain, and then a wave of pure nirvana engulfed her as she felt his length press inside her. The sensuous caress of his cock pressed along her, fueling the sensations crashing inside, and her pussy clutched at his length, massaging it as starlight filled her vision. Thrust after thrust came intensifying the light.

She saw her body tensed, and then his cock pushed along a clip, rubbing it as he eased in and out of her, in perfect time with the vibrations her own body was creating. Lisa wrapped her arms around him, pulling herself against him, her nails digging into his back as her teeth sank into his shoulder, her whole body exploding with a battalion of fireworks as his warm come

erubted inside her. Lisa pressed her hand against the shower wall to steady herself, her pussy still clutching wantonly as she pulled her fingers out, her head dipped, water dripping through her hair. Why couldn't Chris make her feel like this, she wondered, because he's a loose her voice deep inside her mind answered. Taking a moment to regain her composure, Lisa turned off the shower and leaned against the wall, eventually picking up a towel. Drying herself, she walked back

to a bedroom. Laying on her bed, she wrapped the Native American blanket that adorned it around her body, immersing herself in the memory of how it had felt when Trevor haldr in his strong arms after they had first enjoyed each other's bodies. They had lain together for at least an hour before they had returned to the tent. Despite the pleasure they had both enjoyed that weekend, they knew there was an impending storm. Each day that passed, each hour, each minute was only counting down the time

until she would now leave for college. She would start her new life, and she really couldn't see how Trevor could fit in with that. She would be three thousand miles away in a place she already noticed. Trevor would never discuss visiting, but in silent agreement they ignored it until the final night. He has somehow managed to wrap the mass of the Native American blanket as are going away present, promising her she would feel his arms every time she wrapped herself in it. And that's where it

started going wrong. She should have noticed when she arrived on campus and people asked her where the blanket came from, and she told them that she had brought it from a market, like she was embarrassed at it had come from Trevor. She heard herself saying the words, but really couldn't believe they were coming out of her mouth. She couldn't believe what she had become so quickly. A few weeks later, she met some one else, and Trevor became a memory. Tears bit at her cheeks now as she

remembered what she had walked away from. There was absolutely no reason other than it would have taken a little effort if she could go back now, she thought, as she let sleep claim her. After what seemed like only a few minutes, the alarm sounded and she instinctively sat up right in bed, her feet hitting the floor before she was even awake. These nights with Chris were taking a hell of an effect on her body. She dressed in her uniform, quickly tied her hair back in a

tight bun and prepared to leave for work. Stopping by the second bedroom in her house, she said good night to Clorise, even though the room was empty. Chris had made it clear he didn't care for children, so Clarice had asleep over at her best friend's when Chris stayed. Lisa just didn't need the worry of his temper around

Clarice as well as around her. Even though the weather was harsh and rain bounced off the tarmac, the drive to the hospital was thankfully short, and it was only thirty minutes before Lisa was sat with Karen catching up with what Clarice had done the previous night, the same conversation they had every time, one that helped calmer nerves. After another argument with Chris, Karen eventually turned, looked her in the eye and said, you know, Karen, eventually you

will have to end it with him. He has absolutely no future in it. It's not good for you or for Clarice. James and I love having Clarisse over, but you need to solve this for both of you. She was right, of course, there was a part of Lisa I would always try and help those weaker than herself. Anchors had weak edged into his soul pathetically. So I know, Karen, I will find a way, she whispered, I'll pick her up,

have to shift and have could think about it. You do that, Karen replied, but you might have to fight James for her. You know how much he loves playing with them both. Give him an excuse not to work. The moment shattered as the door swung open, another young nurse's face appearing. She said, hurriedly, look lively, you two. We have a motorcycle accident coming in and it looks like a bad one. He's probably hire as a kite

on blow. Lisa and Karen looked at each other. Lisa wished she could say she was worried or concerned, or that her heart was beating a thousand times a second. The truth was, she felt hope and almost a little relief. Maybe she could get the heartache out of the way now, but she really wasn't sure how much of her heart was honestly involved. So a motorcycle accident just after her boyfriend goes out on a motorcycle looking for drugs. So

what do you think? I think it's Chris. Well, maybe just a random person will it be in Lisa's hands to save his life. Well, you're just going to have to wait until next week to find out. So until then when we can get wild in bed all over again. This is devil in wild wish. She used solacious dreams lay.