Based on true events. Names and places have been changed to protect the guilty.
It’s sunny outside. Early evening. I pull into the parking lot of my favorite sushi restaurant on my motorcycle. It’s recently repainted, very old school with the chrome and the leather and slick and black. I am of course in my tall black boots, jeans, white T-shirt, leather vest. I park the bike, shut it down, and get off. I call the restaurant to tell them I’m here for my pickup and they tell me I’m early and they’ll be out in about 10 minutes with my food, as has been their pattern due to the pandemic. I get up on the sidewalk and look around the lot, letting my legs stretch after the afternoon ride. The sun is setting and feels warm on my face.
You pull into the lot in your red Jetta. It’s not the newest but it’s recently washed. Your windows are down and I can see your eyes immediately dart towards me, then my bike, then me again. I don’t pay you much attention until you step out of the car, phone to your ear. What stands out to me, while you are talking to the restaurant host on the phone, is how strangely you seem to be looking at me. You look over every time you think I’m not going to catch you. It only takes me a moment to put it together. I see you suddenly touch your hair in what looks to be a moment of uncertainty. I see you turn so that you are facing somewhere else, but dart quick glances at me. I even turn around myself so I can see a slight reflection of you in the nearby shop window and see you full on gawk at me, taking me in. I guess it makes sense. You see a handsome, tall man in leather and denim, with a thick black beard and a close cut head of black hair. You see piercing green eyes, and strong forearms. You see a broad chest with a tuft of hair peaking out, and you see tight abs above the wide leather belt. You see me and you are taking me in.
Your boyfriend arrives next. At least I can only assume that’s who it is, because he gets out of his older pickup, all 145 lb of him wrapped in a long T-shirt and baggy cargo shorts. He gives you a kiss, and even still I catch you angle yourself so you can just briefly open your eyes while kissing him to look at me. This time I make eye contact and you shut your eyes almost right away. Almost. In that moment I know. I know that later, after dinner you’ll be thinking about the handsome biker you saw that evening. I don’t know what you’ll be doing. Maybe you’ll have sushi with your boyfriend and then go home to spend some time in your own bed. Or maybe you live with him, and he is going to jump on his PlayStation to unwind while you go to the laundry room. Maybe you and him will be having sex before going to bed. But I know what you’ll be thinking about. I can tell in that very moment that the reason you keep looking at me, the reason your eyes become so wide whenever you think I’m not seeing you, the reason you keep angling yourself and your boyfriend such that his back is towards me, is just because you want to remember as many details as possible. You want to smell me leather. You want to feel my hands in your hair, or maybe on the nape of your neck. You want to watch me undo my belt. You want to feel my hard body against yours, on top of yours, inside yours. You have never been with someone like me, but I know in that moment you have thought about it before.
Despite getting there after me, you get your food first. Your boyfriend gets in his truck after saying something that sounds like “I’ll see you there.” You put the food on the passenger’s seat of your car and then get in. You start the car but don’t take it out of park. You actually make eye contact with me for a solid five seconds before you turn around and start backing out of the spot. You give me one more look as you roll down your window, having apparently resigned yourself to the fact that I know your dirty little secret. And you pull away, towards your dinner and whatever fantasy you are already working up.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m58wba/biker_fantasy_based_on_true_events_m
Nice opening