You remember the waitress and hesitate, but finally you recognize that it's the redheads that drive you crazy

You wake up startled and with a horrible hangover, even with the mists of sleep you go to the bathroom where you try to freshen up a bit and look for a couple of paracetamol while trying to remember the dream that was going through your head just before you woke up.

You concentrate and confused images of a fair assail you. You remember walking into a fortune teller's shop. The fortune teller turns out to be a gypsy suspiciously similar to Lola Flores. You deposit a bill in her hand and while the witch puts it in her bra with one hand, with the other she takes yours and brings it to her face.

Oh! I see beauty and determination. Fire and ice. True love and pain. - The old woman tells you with a crooked smile from the depths of your dreams.

You try to remember something else, but to no avail, so you wash your face again and go to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast. When you get back to the room you see the computer and vaguely remember what you did last night. You turn it on and go to the contacts page with the intention of deleting your profile, but surprised you realize that there is already a candidate who is interested in you. You remember the gypsy's advice for a second and after dismissing it with a shiver you click on the message with curiosity.

Her name is Úrsula Kellermann and she is of German origin. She likes action movies, motorcycles and vacations in lonely places. She also says that she is in love with sex.

Just because of her last sentence you would have already chosen her but also, when you see the photo you are impressed by her beauty. She is red-haired, pale-skinned, and her gray eyes stare at you from the screen with a cold disdain that turns you on. You click on the photo and a series of photos are displayed that almost give you an erection. The young woman has long, shapely legs, large and juicy breasts that she likes to show off with generous necklines and a sexy and carefree attitude that drives you crazy. You can't help it and you download one of them in which she is in a leather jumpsuit with the zipper down showing a deep cleavage next to her Suzuki Hayabusa 1300 and you put it as your computer wallpaper.

Determined, you send her a message and prepare to wait. The girl doesn't rush too much and she answers you almost a day later. It seems that the face of a good boy that you have put in her photos has convinced her and you chat for a while.

Úrsula turns out to be an intelligent and educated woman, although a bit dry when dealing with her, she only notices a bit of emotion when you mention the matter of motorcycles. After chatting for a while you meet that same night. She insists on picking you up on her motorcycle and so as not to show that you're scared shitless, you agree to the first one, but tell her that she has to put on her helmet.

You wait impatiently. The hours pass slowly and tediously and you kill them playing Grand Theft Auto and going back to see the young woman's photo gallery. You take delight in looking at her angular face, her lips not too thick but perfectly lined, the gray eyes cold as steel, and the straight mahogany hair that reaches her shoulders. Her skin is pale, almost transparent and her arms and her strong shoulders make you think that she lifts weights to be able to withstand the jerks of a two hundred horsepower motorcycle.

Finally the time comes and you take a quick shower, put on some jeans that aren't too dirty, a T-shirt and a leather jacket that you haven't worn in a long time.

When you get off, Úrsula is already waiting for you on the motorcycle. For a moment you think you're going to cum right there.

With her helmet under her arm, Úrsula waits, resting her leg on the ground. She is dressed in an ocher bodice, a jacket and a dark brown leather miniskirt. As she sits on that beast her skirt has gone up giving you a glorious view of her leg from her heels to almost the top of her thigh.

Without hiding your charm, you approach her and greet her by giving her two kisses.

-Hi how are things? Did you find the site well?

"No problem," she replies laconically.

—The truth is that the photos don't do justice... to the bike, of course. You say trying to be funny.

"Okay, great fun, now put your helmet on." she says without paying too much attention to your attempt to break the ice.

You put on your helmet, you sit behind her and as soon as you have passed her arms around her waist she shoots out. The acceleration that gives the Suzuki the two hundred horsepower makes you fear losing your mind.

Úrsula slides through the traffic at a terrifying speed and you end up closing your eyes and letting yourself go. The engine of the artifact screams and hisses like a rattlesnake mercilessly mistreated by the young woman. You don't know how much time has passed or where you are, but in the end the bike stops in the old neighborhood. You have to leave the motorcycle since the streets are pedestrianized and walk a quarter of an hour to a small Japanese restaurant that you didn't even know existed.

Along the way, she tells you that she is an executive of a cosmetics company and that she spends long periods of time in Montana, where her company has its headquarters.

The place is small and consists of a large "U" shaped bar in the center of which an oriental chef, wearing the typical scarf with the rising sun, cooks food in front of customers. You sit in the only two free seats and read the cards.

You have never been to a Japanese restaurant and the names of the dishes all sound Chinese to you. Ursula notices your bewilderment with a crooked smile and she recommends the teriyaki beef.