Hidden Feelings

||Jay||

Long Beach, California 8:50PM

    Maybe that night didn't work out in my favor, and I know that more than anyone.

    I wasn't supposed to get attached as soon as I started talking to her. Her soft, soothing voice, or her small, brown skinned hand in mine, or the way her breasts would do nicely in my hands. I wasn't supposed to pay attention to that stuff. Yet, I did. I couldn't get my head around just how much I was affected by her, and I mean her entirely. How can a girl like her with a stunning body be so damn sweet with her personality? I could sense her shyness from a mile away, and it took everything in me not to get hard when we began to talk. With the little information she gave me in that small conversation, it makes me want more.

    Now I stand outside of a cafe in the late afternoon sun, waiting for the girl I can't stop fantasizing about. Me and Nyla have been talking to each other for a few days now, and it already feels like we've known each other for months. I've shown her around Long Beach with the time I have, giving her tips on how to get by and what to look out for. I showed her all the loops and cuts around the city. Given how we both have sports bikes, it makes our lives even easier.

     I shift my legs in my loose black jeans, glancing at my phone in my hand. It might be at least 70 degrees right now, but I'm in shade, and once you get used to working in heat all day as an engineer, you get to the point where you just don't care anymore. I look down at the text that was last sent by Nyla: 'omw' She texts so dry and short, but the emojis she uses every now and then always serve a small smile out of me.

   Just then, I hear the lovely low rumble of a Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle in the far distance. No matter how many times I hear her beautiful bike, I'll always fall in love with it. As someone who owns a Yamaha, a true biker himself, I can't help but appreciate the sound of her stretched bike. I watch as Nyla pulls into the parking lot in front of the cafe, her white, black, and green bike coming to a stop. She kills the low rumble before stripping herself of helmet and unstraddling the bike. She tilts her head back to let her braids fall back into place, her glasses slipping up on her nose as she places them back on.

    She looks so damn sexy on the bike, and when she gets off.

   I smile as she walks towards me. I can see the way her thighs flex ever so slightly under the thickness of her brown skin. She might be thick, but she obviously has some strength beneath all that meat. I look down at her clothes, her green shorts ridden between her legs after riding her bike. The way her black shirt is so snug on her chest makes me want to tear it off and see what's under it.

    "Sorry if I'm late." She says with a soft smile, her eyes looking up at me with the obvious height different. "It's all good." I tell her with a smile. "I didn't wait long." The truth is, I didn't. I got here as soon as possible, just to see Nyla and her pretty face.

    "Did you wanna get something from the cafe?" I ask her, jerking a thumb behind me at K's Cafe. Nyla looks through the wide windows of the coffee place, humming as she thinks.

    "Do you have time to?" She asks me, her pretty brown eyes blinking up at me. She's always considering me and my time. She's such a good girl. How cute and adorable of her.

    I shrug my shoulders. "It's up to you really." Nyla gives another adorable hum, looking at the cafe.

   "Why not?" With that, we both head inside of the cool cafe, the air condition hitting my heated black pant legs and my slightly tanned arms. Nyla walks in front of me, and I can't resist my eyes wandering down to her ass. It looks so plush and round beneath those shorts. I can't help but wonder how it would feel in my hands, or bouncing up and down on my cock as she cries out in pleasure.