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There's nothing I love more early on a Sunday morning than the smell of freshly mowed grass. As I sit on my front step, warm cup of coffee in hand, enjoying the warm sun on my face admiring my handiwork a silver SUV pulls up in the drive directly across the road from the house.Two months ago, there was a flurry of activity in the street as the house went under the hammer at auction selling at a record high to an unknown buyer. Maybe this was the new owner??????????I?ve been following my best friend to my new place I?m moving into, but I got caught at a red light, so by the time I pull onto the drive and stop the bike beside her car, she?s already made her way inside.I take my helmet off and sit for a few minutes, enjoying the quiet of the neighbourhood. As I?m lifting my leg over the seat, my eyes swing around the neighbouring houses wondering who?s in which house and whether we?ll be friends in time.It?s at this time I notice a guy sitting on the porch directly opposite. He?s lazing back against the wall, long legs out in front and he seems to have eyes that aren?t leaving me.* With a little cheeky smile, I turn, pretty sure his eyes are now on my ass as I walk into the house.?????????Well, well, well....what have we here? I may just have someone new to ride with as a bike pulls up in the driveway next to the SUV. The unidentified rider shuts down the engine and begins to undo the chinstrap, leans forward and removes the helmet. A riot of messy curly long brown hair falls down across HER shoulders as it captures the sunlight. She tilts her face to the sky, closes her eyes and just sits for a moment. My heart skips a little, admiring how beautiful she is. Wow...please be the new owner!Then escort bursa with all the confidence of someone that's been riding for years, she stands and swings her right leg over the tail of her bike turning towards me and we share a welcoming moment. She is absolutely gorgeous and with a body to die for. I lift my coffee in acknowledgement and give a slight nod. She smiles a very cheeky smile, turns and walks inside with a swagger that instantly makes my cock stir...all of a sudden this glorious morning just became a whole lot better.?????????I settle in to my new place and get to know some of the neighbours. That spunky lad I?d spotted on the first day, I haven?t seen since that first move in day which makes me wonder if he does shift work or just keeps to himself.One night over a few drinks with a couple of the neighbours I find out one of them also rides. Not knowing any local rides we agree to do a ride next weekend.Saturday arrives and we head off a little early to meet up at an agreed coffee spot with some other friends of theirs. I pull up where there?s already a number of bikes waiting - a real mix of bikes and bikers? and then I spot him. The neighbour from across the road standing beside a gorgeous Yamaha, leaning on his helmet, watching me with intensity - it?s like he recognised me as soon as I?d pulled up. As I approach the group and start to say hi and introduce myself, I purposely leave this spunky lad standing off to the side til last. Gives me reason to remain standing by him while we wait for the last couple of bikes to arrive.I turn towards the spunkster ?Hey, I?m Ali?, as I try to keep my eyes on his face? but I can?t help bursa merkez escort it. As I wait for his reply, my eyes drop down and admire the way his leg rests so easily on the bike peg, muscles wrapped in denim. Oh boy I hope my breathing isn?t going to get me in trouble.?????????There's only a couple of things in life for me that really help clear my head. That's climbing and motorcycles. There is nothing like the sheer power and the acceleration of a motorcycle, not to mention the wind in your face and freedom that a bike brings out in hills and so after a couple of stressful weeks I decide to dust off my machine and take her out for a Saturday spin.My ride day always starts with the short, ok long way around detour to a popular coffee shop that all the local riders often frequent. I've been riding here for years and quite often I'll chat to old fellas on their lounge chairs on wheels and talk about the 'old days'. They love a good story and love even more a soapbox to tell it from. But they're awesome. They are happy and we all share a common love.I pull up, find a park and grab myself a coffee and head back to my bike for a yarn with those old blokes. Bikes coming and going constantly, the noises, the smells. I love watching each rider pull up and hop off and think to myself the kind of person they would be, personality wise, simply from the bike they ride. Then all of a sudden, I see her! I haven't seen her since that day on the driveway.She's pulled in on a white Honda CBR. An absolute classic sports bike. Strong, reliable and plenty fast for those brave enough to twist the throttle. I immediately go into personality deconstruction bursa escort as she walks through the group, unaware if she has recognised me. As she approaches my direction I remain casually next to my bike, almost frozen, damn heart beating like a drum. She looks me dead in the eyes and says ?Hi, I'm Ali....? and we both respond together, ?from across the street.?I am instantly taken back by her eyes... my god she is even more beautiful up close than I had even imagined. ?Coffee????????????Sure thing,? I reply while pulling my breathing -and self- together.?Are you here with anyone?? I ask as we walk through the crowd to order our coffees. ?There?s a group of us heading down through the national park to have lunch at The Scarborough... join us??I turn back to him to catch him checking out my legs and ass in my bike pants; as I wait for him to meet my eyes again with a raised brow he just gives me a lazy grin as he replies with, ?I?ve got no plans today - why not??Not gonna lie, I?m feeling a little nervous now to have this hottie join the group and depending on where we are in the line, whether I?ll be staring at his fine body, or he?ll be staring at mine!I?ve never been one to join the speedsters at the front of the group - yes, despite the bike I ride I do prefer to take my time and enjoy the view as much as the feeling of being on a bike - so I settle in towards the back of the line... knowing this hottie has positioned himself directly behind me. Ah crap... as if my knickers weren?t already a little wet just from seeing him in the crowd.I lose myself in the road - the bends, the straights and the view as we move between the dense bush land and the open views to the ocean. There?s no denying though knowing he is behind me, has my mind wandering as to what he?d be like on the bike with me, hard up against me, his hands holding me tight from behind... and then that thought just leads to me imagining him in the same position but with no clothes on... Mind on the road Ali!