In The mode


By Jax Teller


Back in a time when computers, cellphones and the devices that the world revolves around today, were scientific discipline fable, life had certain welfare of living like that. The police had two way receiving set but they had a confine distance. The solid ground lines weren't every where and often were shared by several homes often referred to as party dividing line. In those times being an outlaw, that is to say one who lives out side of the box, not with out lesson or a code but not those of polite beau monde 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 polite, but was the embodiment of what I needed at that time. What it was, was freedom, I had no job at the time and was living on savings. Through my prison term in the military I had put away most of my pay, hazard pay and such and dedicated myself to the life of a soldier. Now that I was out, the war & ndash ; police action was over, the military had no use for me or my kind. Polite gild 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 acknowledgement we received was from the protester who spat at us and called us names.


So freedom was my only mission these days. Riding from place to place, 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 happy. The tension of being ridiculed for doing what I was sent to do was weighing on me and riding helped me block. One day I rolled into a town out west and it looked like dirt water anywhere USA. I'd been to C of towns that save for the public figure were the exact same. They all had a station post, a bar and a buffet car, and hardware-feed fund. almost were one road in and out and some were even getting lamp position to light their little division of pavement.


I pulled up in front man of the local anaesthetic lacrimation hollow, a bar with neon lights and music that could be heard on the street out side. There I went inside to rest, relax, and maybe observe the woman who would ploughshare me tonight. The inside did aught for me, the music was acceptable, country, and there were a few decent looking female person about the place so I ordered a beer. The bar tender behind the bar said one for the route as he put the beer on the bar. There it was, rightfield in battlefront of me. I had done zippo to this guy, I had not pissed on his bar nor said a fowl word 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 draft of beer to find out the crowd. I noticed the local anesthetic welcoming committee getting the update from Mr bar tender. They made no attempt to hold in their intent as they worked up some liquid bravery. I noticed a charwoman sitting at the bar a few faecal matter closer to me than to the welcoming commission. She wasn't model material but she was beautiful. Her breasts were prominent enough to protrude over the bar rail, but her pot was nearly flat flowing into hips with hold 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 poop that fell off some old James Leonard Farmer boots looking directly at him. It was on, he was joined by a few of the others and together they attempted to handle me, to bear witness me the door with force. Now these folks may have been the sinew caput in this townspeople, but I was a Marine armed combat old hand just back from three tours, and I was not about to allow myself to be simply handled.


It took a few minutes of fist and fury, going round and round, thing getting knocked over and folks cheering on the local anesthetic. In the end though they were no match for me and I stood alone in the center of the elbow room waiting to be attacked, but none came forward. Then the beautiful woman who had been watching the Malay, stepped off her stool and walked up to me and reached for my arm. I obliged by making a plaza for her to hold onto my arm. Her sun dress twirled as I turned to take the air out the door with her on my arm.


Out face she told me to follow her as she walked over to a car got in and proceeded to plunk for out. I got on my bike, kicked it started and pulled out catching up to her. I followed her to a billet on the boundary of Ithiel Town. She pulled into a hanker dirt drive way lane, up to an old farm house, parked. I caught up to her as she got out and leaned back against the luggage compartment lid. I pulled along side her and dismounted the bicycle. We exchanged names and that was when I noticed the athirst look in her eyes. She was obviously aroused and I noticed her buttons undone to her belly and the bra she had on earlier wasn't now.


I stepped in end to her and she leaned into me at the like clip. I could reek her aroma, and more over her fragrance. I looked down into her blue eye and kissed her. She didn't hesitate or resist and greedily kissed me back. I put my arms around her as we kissed grabbing hands good of her wonderfully soft tail end. I lifted her up onto the trunk lid and stepped between her legs. She pulled her frock up to her waistline and I could see she had no underwear on. I unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out, waving it up and down her glistening twat. She put her legs up and wrapped them around me guiding my sour grass into her.


Janice's auburn hair shone in the lunar month light as I pushed in and out of her. It was one of those moment you know will be with you until you die. Enjoying a beautiful woman knowing you will never see her again when you are done. Janice was quite the wad rocking to my rhythm method of fucking her. The ardent air of the summer Nox, and the out doorway delectation made the experience almost over lade my centripetal senses. As Janice began to approach her orgasm she quickened her tread and force out of her driving force to meet me. I in turn pushed harder into her and kept up to her pace. I felt her expiration and the menses of her juice, and as I came, I pulled my cock 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 twat clean of my come and in doing so gave her another orgasm. I stood up and backed away as Janice sat up putting her infantry to the ground. She slid her attire back down and straightened it out as I put my dick back in my pants. We embraced each other giving one last physical touch of electricity. Slowly pulling away, I turned to my old Harley and stepped over onto the nates. I waited until Janice was back in her car before jumping the kick dispatcher to life. I led the way back out onto the route and turned away from Ithiel Town. I watched as Janice turned the other way back to town.


The dark air and twinkle from the moon made the ride surreal. The power line post seemed to make a gauge of my speed and reality as I made my way to the next adventure. I began to feel the competitiveness from earlier in my knuckle joint and wrist joint, as I put distance between me and the small town I met Janice in. I found a minuscule senic road position field and pulled off to log Z's for the night. I pulled my quiescence bag out and laid it on the undersurface of my leaning bike and got in. As I drifted off to slumber I reveled in the events of the eve and wondered what I'd be in the mood for when I awoke.


The End.