Fast an Futarious

The wind idly blew unopposed across the vast monotonous plain. Crash the door slammed as a man clearly deep in his cups staggered out of Dusty Dan’s the only building in sight conveniently located next to a sun-bleached highway two thirds of the way to the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere. Dusty Dan’s a bar with a couple of gas pumps and a line of motorcycles parked outside.

The drunken and hostile man wandered away from the building half yelling incoherent strings of insults directed at no discernible target. After a dozen minutes or so of this behavior he heavily sat down though his world continued to swim around him. He belatedly noticed a cut across the back of his hand. “Bastards!!!!” he yelled. Slumping backward he fell into a semi **** state.

Some time later he lifted his head teased from his dreamless grey state by a stimuli on the edge of perception. He focused slowly and discerned a sound. He turned looking down the road toward the setting sun. In the distance he could hear a motorcycle engine, fast approaching. He trained his eyes down the road they slowly focused and sure enough there he was. A lone rider on a crotch rocket. His heart beat faster as he pushed himself up off the ground and made his way to his bike. Maybe he could ride along, better anywhere than here.

He watched the bike approach and to his surprise he noticed that the rider was a she, even better. The closer she got the more detail he noticed. Her clothes were tight, tight enough to show off a damned sexy body! Pronounced tits, narrow waist, round ass all wrapped in tight black clothes. Maybe his luck was starting to change.

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