The early Sunday spring sun wakes me, its morning rays warming my body. Only one thing for it, I think, as I drift into consciousness - a bike ride. Getting up and looking out of the window, a bit of early morning mist hangs over the ground; it’s a perfect day for a ride. As ever my cats are waiting at the kitchen door demanding to be fed, as only cats can. I don’t even get a chance to switch the kettle on before they are entangled round my feet. Once the feline hunger is satisfied, I have two cups of tea and a bowl of cereal.
Climbing into my leathers, I watch my bike warm up. I pull on my helmet and gloves, swing my leg over the bike, select a gear, feed the clutch out, and Im away. Being early morning, it’s quiet outside of the hum of the bike. I ache to get away from the limits of the city streets. It amuses me to see the occasional man and woman walking along the pavement, still wearing the same clothes they went out in Saturday night, most likely having stayed somewhere they maybe shouldn’t have and engaged in a wild night of promiscuous sex.
I admire the way a blond, curvy girl walks along, in her little black dress, her hair a little tousled, and it makes my balls tingle with desire. Slowing down as I pass her, I look in my mirror, watching her breasts bounce slightly as they move with her walk. Her jacket and handbag draped over one arm, she wears wide smile. I very nearly miss the red traffic light in front of me. Having stopped, the girl has now caught up with me. As she comes level with me, I lift my visor up and say, “Good morning,” give her my best smile, and hope that my eyes twinkle at her. I expect her to ignore me anyway, but for some reason she doesn’t and, to my utter amazement, smiles back at me and blows me a kiss. She then turns onto a street and away from my view.
A car behind me pipps his horn, alerting me to the fact the lights have turned green, snapping me out of the daydream I was in. Pulling away from the lights, I look down ... Læs hele novellen
