Biker_Faerie
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Sally Watson dashed out of the shower, conscious of the time.
“We’re going to be late, and it’s all your fault.” she told Jack, giggling as she said it. Then she added, “I should never have agreed to showering with you. What was I thinking?”
The two of them had never been able to keep their hands off each other and in truth the delay had hardly been Jack’s fault. After soaping each other down, Sally had turned around to face the shower wall, sticking her bottom out provocatively for him. Neither of them had been surprised at what had happened next.
Sally and Jack had been living together for just over a year now. She was twenty seven, he was twenty nine, They’d met at the Motorcycle Live expo at the NEC in Birmingham in 2021. She’d been a model on one of the stands and he’d walked up to her and asked for her number.
There must have been a dozen or so guys who’d tried their luck with her that day, but after talking to the tall ruggedly handsome guy for fifteen minutes or so she took his phone off him and typed in her number. He’d sent her a text five minutes after leaving the stand that simply said ’Thanks for your number. Great body by the way!”
Sally did have a great body, if you liked tall, big breasted women that was. One thing that had gone in Jack's favour was his height. Sally was five ten herself and refused to date anyone she was taller than in heels. The other thing going for Jack had been his rugged looks. At the time she hadn’t realised how well off he was for his age. Not super rich, but doing well enough to afford a nice apartment in Battersea. Sally had never fully understood what Jack did for a living though, other than that he worked for a commercial bank and managed 'trading strategy', or something like that.
They’d dated for six months, after which Jack had asked her to move in with him. She’d already been spending a lot of her time at his place but she’d never forget the excitement she felt when he’d made it official. It had marked a turning point for her in many ways. Since then she’d started her own talent agency, supplying people like herself for events and expo’s, mainly in London. She couldn’t have done it without Jack though. He’d supported her and provided the seed money for the new venture. It was still early days, but post Covid there was a need for models again and Sally was able to use her contacts to supply them.
She’d also learned to ride a motorbike, which she’d found out had been essential if she wanted to see her boyfriend on weekends in the summer. For a while she’d ridden pillion on his bike, but neither of them had really enjoyed that and so she’d taken a week long 'direct access’ course, surprising herself with a pass and a full license by the end of it. As a reward Jack had bought her a beautiful Ducati v4 Multistrada. He’d also bought her two sets of riding gear. A skin tight leather race style suit, which she knew turned Jack on and which she wore to go to places like the bike shed in Shoreditch with him. Then there was the more practical but still stylish textile touring suit, for if they were going any distance.
Things were going well with Jack. So well in fact that if he'd asked her to marry him, she'd have said yes.
It took Sally half an hour or so to get ready that evening. She wanted to look good for Jack, she knew how much he liked her looking sexy for him and when Sally emerged from the bedroom she hoped she didn't disappoint.
Jack was playing GTA, eyes firmly fixed on the oversized TV screen in front of him.
“How do I look?” she asked.
“We’re going to be late, and it’s all your fault.” she told Jack, giggling as she said it. Then she added, “I should never have agreed to showering with you. What was I thinking?”
The two of them had never been able to keep their hands off each other and in truth the delay had hardly been Jack’s fault. After soaping each other down, Sally had turned around to face the shower wall, sticking her bottom out provocatively for him. Neither of them had been surprised at what had happened next.
Sally and Jack had been living together for just over a year now. She was twenty seven, he was twenty nine, They’d met at the Motorcycle Live expo at the NEC in Birmingham in 2021. She’d been a model on one of the stands and he’d walked up to her and asked for her number.
There must have been a dozen or so guys who’d tried their luck with her that day, but after talking to the tall ruggedly handsome guy for fifteen minutes or so she took his phone off him and typed in her number. He’d sent her a text five minutes after leaving the stand that simply said ’Thanks for your number. Great body by the way!”
Sally did have a great body, if you liked tall, big breasted women that was. One thing that had gone in Jack's favour was his height. Sally was five ten herself and refused to date anyone she was taller than in heels. The other thing going for Jack had been his rugged looks. At the time she hadn’t realised how well off he was for his age. Not super rich, but doing well enough to afford a nice apartment in Battersea. Sally had never fully understood what Jack did for a living though, other than that he worked for a commercial bank and managed 'trading strategy', or something like that.
They’d dated for six months, after which Jack had asked her to move in with him. She’d already been spending a lot of her time at his place but she’d never forget the excitement she felt when he’d made it official. It had marked a turning point for her in many ways. Since then she’d started her own talent agency, supplying people like herself for events and expo’s, mainly in London. She couldn’t have done it without Jack though. He’d supported her and provided the seed money for the new venture. It was still early days, but post Covid there was a need for models again and Sally was able to use her contacts to supply them.
She’d also learned to ride a motorbike, which she’d found out had been essential if she wanted to see her boyfriend on weekends in the summer. For a while she’d ridden pillion on his bike, but neither of them had really enjoyed that and so she’d taken a week long 'direct access’ course, surprising herself with a pass and a full license by the end of it. As a reward Jack had bought her a beautiful Ducati v4 Multistrada. He’d also bought her two sets of riding gear. A skin tight leather race style suit, which she knew turned Jack on and which she wore to go to places like the bike shed in Shoreditch with him. Then there was the more practical but still stylish textile touring suit, for if they were going any distance.
Things were going well with Jack. So well in fact that if he'd asked her to marry him, she'd have said yes.
It took Sally half an hour or so to get ready that evening. She wanted to look good for Jack, she knew how much he liked her looking sexy for him and when Sally emerged from the bedroom she hoped she didn't disappoint.
Jack was playing GTA, eyes firmly fixed on the oversized TV screen in front of him.
“How do I look?” she asked.
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