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Your time for sensuous satisfaction. Your time to release your inner passion as you listen to my voice and feel the story moving through your body. as you enjoy tonight's show. Lisa sighed as the roar of the motorbike drifted into silence as it left her stood in the driveway, its rear lights filled 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 grey 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 the 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 60-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 had spent most of her free time around them since being a teenager. Her older brother Mark had been very involved with bikers.
Being 21 when she was just 13, she had clung on to him like a limpet when they went to the bikers' festivals. At first, the 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 jailbait stuck, and she was proud of it.
proud enough to have it emblazoned upon her favourite t-shirt, even though she was now well into her thirties and past what could be sensibly described as jailbait. Still. The mix of drugs and bikes were not a good one. It had cost Mark his life, and she knew in her soul that this relationship with Chris would end in heartbreak one way or another. Her stomach still knotted every time Chris left. The truth was, she knew one day it would be the last time. One day 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.
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'd even extended the bathroom into her spare room, so she could enjoy a walk-in 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, caressing 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 waterfall of warmth Cascading over her naked body She lost herself in memories of that time Those years ago Her first time with a man She'd lost Mark in the winter, February 28th to be exact, the night before his 25th birthday. He'd 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. It 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, any time 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 photos, 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 judgement. He was funny and 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 sizable amount of money. after he had passed. But he had 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 on cloudless nights, talking about it. But they both knew their parents would never allow it.
Ambitions and dreams were 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 from 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. 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 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. You must actually bathe, she thought, and probably use soap as well. She mused, giggling 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 fallen tent in a downpour of rain at 2am, arguing why they hammered every single tent peg in and attached every rope. This always resulted in them 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 birds' song. that echoed through the canvas. She couldn't even hear Trevor breathing as he slept, which was welcome relief after having to combat Mark's 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 as 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 dug the turf. presumably to prepare for a fire. Could this be Trevor's work? He had insisted last night that they pitch their tent 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 dew 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, wet leaves brushed 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. occasionally dunking himself underneath and then rising again. Lisa whimpered gently as she watched the water glistening as it dropped from his chest. She hadn't imagined that.
Underneath all that leather, he had actually such a muscular body. Damn 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 sweatpants and her fingers gently teased at the damp material of her panties, holding onto a tree to steady herself with a free hand. Lisa bit on her lower lip to suppress a moan. Her fingers quickened, rubbing her clit 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 her. Drowning in the sensation, she gasped gently as an orgasm ricocheted through her body. continuing to stroke herself gently as the aftershock of pleasure echoed through her. She opened her eyes, watching Trevor walk through the water to the bank.
water dropping from his waist, as his morning erection stood proud in the glare of the sun. These returative erections may never actually see 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 clutched 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 thighs, 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 racing through her. She moaned loudly with need. Suddenly he stopped.
and looked her direction wading through the pool towards her he called out who's there come out realizing there was no way of escaping without being seen She stood and stuttered, embarrassed. 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 and some me-time. His gaze held hers. An unfamiliar look burned in his eyes. The intensity of it sent a new tingle.
throbbing through her body a new need something quite alien to her he was just inches from her damn 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 side. Well, yeah. She said, which was true, she had been to enough festivals and the bikers had used anywhere as a bathroom without any hint of shame. But never a hard one like yours.
Suddenly she felt so innocent, so naive. Trevor 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 don't want you to take my virginity. Trevor's shoulders slumped before he turned back to face her. 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 her 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 the 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 his pulsing member, stroking it as she'd watched him doing just moments before. It is my choice who I give my virginity to. And I want it to be you, Trevor Macmillan. 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 onto 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 it's why i 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 slide her sweatpants over her legs. Gently, Trevor grasped her hands, stopping her movement. as he whispered. Not yet. Slowly. I want both of us to savour every moment, releasing her hands, his fingers traced a leisurely line over her stomach. caressing the curve of her delicate breasts lisa could do nothing but whimper as her whole body tingled a gentle pulse of electricity moving through every cell
culminating on her clit which throbs 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 controlled passion, Lisa could still feel the ache in his body pressing against her thigh. It felt a lot further 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 the brass. Lisa couldn't help but lift her chest, inviting his mouth to explore further, her nipples so erect.
so firmly ate with need. Anticipation embraced her body, as his breath finally discovered those hard nubs, the firm tip of his tongue spiralling her area. forcing the tingling sensation in her core to spiral, intensifying. With slow strokes of his tongue, he caresses 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. Trevor just 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 fuelled by desperate need that was only restrained by the strength of Trevor's hands. His lips explored down over her stomach. Edging warm wet circles into her skin, a flood of anticipation welled in Lisa's core, waiting for that first touch where 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 that echoed in every cell, lowering his head. His lips brushed the soft flesh of her inner thigh, the stumble of his beard forcing a tremble to explode through her muscles. Tensing against his touch, his lips brushed higher.
his tongue pressing firmly, the electric circles into her thigh, the heat of his breath fueling the furnace burning inside her 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 intimate 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 inch of her body exposed to the heat of his breath her pussy trembled with expectant desire his finger brushed her where it folds again forcing her back to arch The sun caressing her naked breasts, 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 damped inside her core. her thighs tense in a weighted satisfaction, pressing up her lips. His thumbs slid the hood of her clit 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. took her body to the very edge of the precipice before he stopped for a moment, gently sucking her nub between his lips, his fingertips caressing the dripping entrance to her sex.
stretching her lip as it slid slowly inside her, her muscles 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 orgasm 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 leapt, arms outstretched. Her whole body collapsed into her orgasm as it ignited 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 her body. Then his fingers were gone, under a pussy clutch 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, feeling the sensations crashing inside, and her pussy clutched at his length. Massaging it, a starlight filled her vision. Thrust after thrust came, intensifying the light she saw. Her body tensed, and then his cock pushed along a clit, 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 cum erupted 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 loser. A 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 her 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 held her in his strong arms after they had first enjoyed each other's bodies. They had lain together for at least an hour.
before they'd 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 3,000 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 a 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 bought it from a market. Like she was embarrassed that 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 someone else and Trevor became a memory.
Tears bit at her cheeks now, as she remembered what she'd walked away from. And 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 upright 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 goodnight to Clarice, even though the room was empty. Chris had made it clear he didn't care for children, so Clarice had a sleepover 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 30 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 calm her 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. This has absolutely no future in it. It's not good for you or for Clarice. James and I love having Clarice over, but you need to sort this for both of you.
She was right, of course. There was a part of Lisa that would always try and help those weaker than herself. And Chris had weak etched into his soul. Pathetically so. I know Karen. I will find a way, she whispered. I'll pick her up after shift and have a good 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 them 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 high 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, motorcycle accident, just after her boyfriend goes out on a motorcycle looking for drugs. So what do you think?
Think it's Chris? Or 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 Devlin Wild. Wishing you salacious dreams.