Curious as she was, she caught glimpses of the driver through her balcony balustrade. She saw how he had parked his bike next to the road and seemed to want to get some rest and flex his stiff muscles. She just had jumped on a bike with a random guy, a bad guy as a matter of fact. Maybe it was the constant lack of change in her life. Slowly Rachel let her hands move over her body and felt a lieberating flow of pleasure filling her body, the relaxing emotions deepening, all she knew was that she wanted to go with the flow, wanted to let go of everything restraining and suppressing in her. “You can’t park there.” She blurted out not being able to think of something with more sense. Since you obviously have a weakness for bad boys like me: My cabin is not far from here, just a few miles down the road in the forest. Wouldn’t she have been drinking for hours and been quite horny for a while, her good Christian prejudices probably would have kicked in but with all the alcohol and hormones in her blood, she didn’t find herself deterred… at all.
