Motorbike Fantasy

Shaking my hair back, I don my helmet, making sure the straps are fixed and gun the engine of my pride and joy, revelling in the smooth purring of the engine. Smoothly, we move forward as I let go the brake and increase the revs, changing gears faultlessly as I head towards the curve.

I change down gear as late as possible, leaning into the corner, dust and small rocks kicked into my peripheral vision by my rear tyre, and hitting the accelerator as I pull out of the bend, lining up in preparation for the next.

Someone else pulls up next to me, startling me as no one else ever rides up here. Just for a brief second, we're running parallel; I glance over at the face hidden behind the dark visor, convinced he is laughing at me, then he pulls away, braking sharply into the next corner ahead. Stunned, I am left trailing as I admire the black and silver, powerful Ducati and more, the tight, leather-clad butt, perfectly balanced on the machine, which is in turn gripped by powerful thighs. Whoever this interloper is, he seems to me as a ghostly knight in black shining armour on an ebony steed as the dust from his tyres obscures my vision.

I shake myself as indignation takes over and I hit the accelerator once more.

This is my road!

How dare he!

With new determination and adrenaline sparking through me, I resolve to show this intruder exactly who rules this roadway.

Though it's obvious to me that this knight knows his steed, from the grace and skill with which he manoeuvres it, it is equally obvious that he does not know this road like I do. He is caught unawares by adverse cambers that slow him down and unexpected potholes he must swerve to avoid. Although he evades them all with agile poise, I inevitably catch him and, in a breathtaking move that takes me to the edge of the cliff, knocking stones into the crashing breakers below, I take him on the inside of a sharp corner, pulling out just ahead, so close that his front wheel is within a hairsbreadth of my rear.

He follows me closely, attempting to take me again, but each time he tries, I close the door and force him back, laughing with wild abandon, as I know I have him.

We approach the final shallow uphill bend that will take us onto the flat plateau near the top of the cliff, and I coax a little more out of the engine, knowing it to be a long slow curve, begging to be taken at high speed. He falls behind a little, but seems determined to stay with me.

As I round the corner, wild ecstasy turns to sharp horror as I take in the burnt out Escort that doesn't belong there, lying directly in my path. I brake sharply, unable to swerve at this speed without hitting the cliff or tumbling into the ocean and use all my strength to pull my Harley up, but we're going too fast.

Sky and sea intertwine with rock and tarmac, spinning wildly until all is silent and I'm lying stunned by the cliff face.

A figure looms above me, dark and imposing through my dazed vision, I turn my head towards him a little and cannot help but admire the athletic, leather-clad legs and slim hips that more than do justice to the tight butt I had taken in earlier. He kneels down beside me, fiddling at the straps under his chin, and pulls the shining ebony helmet off to reveal a strong, lightly tanned, handsome face, that is at this moment full of concern.

He reaches for my helmet, his nimble fingers tickling the sensitive skin under my jaw, sending little electric darts through quivering flesh as he searches for the catch.

He pulls my helmet off and I am still stunned, though no longer from the crash. Cat-like blue-grey eyes, perfectly reflecting the ocean beyond him, capture my own, and I offer a weak smile. His expression breaks into relief and his smile is broad, flashing white teeth and dimples, the blue in his eyes coming to fore, twinkling.

As I stare at him, taking in the short ruffled hair kicking up in the breeze, the long smooth throat, glimpsed behind the opened collar of his leather jacket, and soft full lips begging to be taken, the strength returns to my limbs and I reach up to pull his head towards mine...

To my disconcertion he resists, the power of his upper body keeping his mouth tantalisingly just out of reach, and laughter playing in his eyes as he raises his hand to wag a finger in teasing admonishment. Strangely, instead of the anger such cavalier treatment would normally rouse in me, I find myself even more drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

He cautions me to lie still so he can check me over, the timbre of his voice with its soft accent sending a shiver through me, and although I know I have no physical injuries I do as he says, watching him through the veil of my eyelashes as he runs strong but gentle hands over my arms and legs and trying to control the tremors that his actions provoke. Having apparently satisfied himself that I am in one piece he smiles that devastating dimpled smile again and rises effortlessly to walk towards the crumpled Harley, lying in a pathetic heap against the cliff face.

The protest that wells up inside me at this too abrupt cessation of his nearness is pushed away as I lift myself on one elbow to take in the pulse-raising sight of his impressively contoured figure moving away from me, the soft leather clinging to and enhancing every twitch of the tightly muscled hips and butt. I watch, entranced, as he undoes the leather jacket and shrugs it easily from his broad shoulders to reveal a form-fitting white vest that does nothing to hide the rippling of his well-defined torso, and contrasts boldly with the evenly tanned smoothness of his skin. As he stoops gracefully to survey the damage to my pride and joy, I consider distantly that I should be feeling more concerned about its fate. But my mind has only one focus and the flush rising through me forces me to unzip the front of my own leathers to allow the cool sea breeze to reach my overheated flesh.

Slanting rays of reddish sunlight bounce off the pitted tarmac, throwing his powerful form into fine relief, and I realise the sun is starting its evening swoop towards the horizon. I struggle for control of my faculties, but know that there is only one cure for the breathless, dizzying, all-encompassing fire that is consuming me. Unable to control my quivering muscles, I slump back against my rocky pillow with a low moan of frustration and unsated passion, eyes drifting closed to block out the tormenting sight before me.

Dimly through the sound of the surf merging with the heated rush of my blood, I hear the sound of hastening footsteps and the supple whisper of oiled leather moulding itself around the object of my desires as he drops to his knees beside me. Tender fingers reach to brush the hair from my brow, brushing my cheek to cup my jaw, and my eyes flare open to gaze up with barely concealed longing into his, seeing the concern give way to relief and perhaps just a hint of something else as yet undefined. The scent of him drifts over me, magnetic in its attraction, and I am powerless to resist as my arms reach up again to grasp the infinitely alluring hardness of his warm flesh and pull myself from the ground. His arms move automatically to support me, closing more tightly around me as his touch threatens to drain what little strength I can still muster.

The sun drifts down out of sight beyond the edge of the road, dipping his features into shadow, and I am left with the lasting impression of flame-filled blue eyes burning through the gloom as my ghostly knight of the road sheds his shining black armour and gives in to the inevitable, crushing the softness of his mouth against mine, lips parting, tongues duelling.

I feel the wild abandon surging through me again, as potent as any drug, knowing that I have, after all, won - at least this round. As if there could have been any doubt...

For I am the queen of this road. And I will take what is mine...

FINIS