In The modality


By Jax Teller


binding in a time when data processor, cellphones and the devices that the world revolves around today, were science fabrication, life-time had certain benefits of livelihood like that. The law had two way radios but they had a trammel length. The earth lines weren't every where and often were shared by various homes often referred to as party short letter. In those time being an criminal, that is to say one who lives out face of the box, not with out morals or a code but not those of polite society was becoming to a greater extent common.


I was out on the road, riding a old chopped Harley that a brother in arms had sold me. The old Harley Rat wasn't very comfortable or genteel, but was the embodiment of what I needed at that time. What it was, was exemption, I had no job at the clock time and was living on savings. Through my time in the military machine I had put away most of my pay, risk pay and such and dedicated myself to the life of a soldier. Now that I was out, the war & ndash ; police natural action was over, the military had no use for me or my kind. Polite society had no use for us, even though they sent us to war they had no use for us upon returning. There wasn't a parade for us when we return. The only when acknowledgement we received was from the protesters who spat at us and called us names.


So exemption was my merely commission these daytime. Riding from place to stead, sharing the company of a lass who fancied a rough rub with the likes of me. Riding was what I lived for, what made me glad. The tenseness of being ridiculed for doing what I was sent to do was weighing on me and riding helped me forget. One day I rolled into a town out west and it looked like scandal water supply anywhere USA. I'd been to hundreds of Ithiel Town that save for the name were the exact same. They all had a post function, a bar and a dining compartment, and hardware-feed memory board. almost were one road in and out and some were even getting lamp spot to illumine their fiddling section of paving material.


I pulled up in front of the topical anaesthetic watering hole, a bar with neon lights and music that could be heard on the street out slope. There I went inside to pillow, relax, and maybe find the woman who would plowshare me tonight. The inside did nil for me, the music was acceptable, country, and there were a few decent looking females about the stead so I ordered a beer. The bar tender behind the bar said one for the road as he put the beer on the bar. There it was, right in front of me. I had done nothing to this guy, I had not pissed on his bar nor said a fowl Holy Scripture and yet I was being shown the room access with my first beer.


I put the dollar on the bar and turned around taking a draught of beer to watch the crowd. I noticed the local welcoming committee getting the update from Mr bar tender. They made no attack to conceal their design as they worked up some liquid courage. I noticed a woman sitting at the bar a few throne closer to me than to the welcoming committee. She wasn't model material but she was beautiful. Her breasts were magnanimous enough to protrude over the bar track, but her tummy was nearly unconditional flowing into hip with bobby pin appeal.


I was checking her out when one old coot from beyond her shouted to me over the music. He asked what I was looking at and I answered I was looking at a beautiful woman, but now I was looking at the turd that fell off some old Farmer boots looking directly at him. It was on, he was joined by a few of the others and together they attempted to cover me, to show me the door with force. Now these phratry may hold been the sinew pass in this Ithiel Town, but I was a Marine scrap warhorse just back from three tour of duty, and I was not about to allow myself to be simply handled.


It took a few mo of fists and furiousness, going round and rhythm, thing getting knocked over and folks cheering on the topical anaesthetic. In the end though they were no match for me and I stood alone in the center of the room waiting to be attacked, but none came forward. Then the beautiful cleaning woman who had been watching the Malay, stepped off her feces and walked up to me and reached for my arm. I obliged by making a situation for her to concord onto my arm. Her sun dress twirled as I turned to take the air out the door with her on my arm.


Out side she told me to abide by her as she walked over to a car got in and proceeded to back out. I got on my bike, kicked it started and pulled out catching up to her. I followed her to a place on the boundary of town. She pulled into a longsighted dirt drive way lane, up to an old farm business firm, parked. I caught up to her as she got out and leaned back against the body lid. I pulled along face her and dismounted the bike. We exchanged names and that was when I noticed the hungry spirit in her centre. She was obviously aroused and I noticed her release undone to her belly and the bra she had on earlier wasn't now.


I stepped in close to her and she leaned into me at the same metre. I could smell her aroma, and more over her scent. I looked down into her dismal eyes and kissed her. She didn't hesitate or resist and greedily kissed me back. I put my weapon around her as we kissed grabbing manpower full of her wonderfully diffuse seat. I lifted her up onto the body lid and stepped between her legs. She pulled her dress up to her waist and I could see she had no underwear on. I unzipped my trouser and pulled my hawkshaw out, waving it up and down her glistening slit. She put her legs up and wrapped them around me guiding my dock into her.


Janice's auburn hair shone in the moon light as I pushed in and out of her. It was one of those moments you know will be with you until you die. Enjoying a beautiful char knowing you will never see her again when you are done. Janice was quite the mint rocking to my round of fucking her. The strong air of the summertime night, and the out room access delight made the experience almost over encumbrance my sensory senses. As Janice began to border on her orgasm she quickened her pace and force of her push to meet me. I in turn pushed harder into her and kept up to her tread. I felt her going and the flow of her juice, and as I came, I pulled my dick from her, still sliding over her clitoris as I pumped my load on her pubic mound.


Janice laid back on the trunk and I knelt down and licked her pussy clean of my come and in doing so gave her another coming. I stood up and backed away as Janice sat up putting her feet to the land. She slid her wearing apparel back down and straightened it out as I put my tool back in my gasp. We embraced each other giving one last forcible touch of electrical energy. Slowly pulling away, I turned to my old Harley and stepped over onto the seat. I waited until Janice was back in her car before jumping the squawk neophyte to life sentence. I led the way back out onto the road and turned away from town. I watched as Janice turned the other way back to town.


The night air and light from the moon made the ride surreal. The major power line place seemed to create a gage of my velocity and reality as I made my way to the next adventure. I began to feel the fight from earlier in my knuckles and wrist joint, as I put space between me and the pocket-sized townsfolk I met Janice in. I found a little senic road face country and pulled off to sleep for the night. I pulled my sleeping bag out and laid it on the underside of my leaning bike and got in. As I drifted off to sleep I reveled in the events of the eve and wondered what I'd be in the mood for when I awoke.


The End.