Hot Motorcycle Guy

I know you're staring

I knew I was staring longer than was socially acceptable but he looked so hot! He was dressed all in black; black jeans, black leather jacket. Even his motorcycle was black which I can only describe as rad. It was big but not too big. And it didn't have those lame flame stickers on it. It was all black & so shiny I could see my reflection on it.

I couldn't see his face because he was wearing a helmet (yes, black) but I could bet he was handsome. That kind of confidence & self-assurance doesn't come with an ordinary face.
I told myself I'd admire the view for a few more minutes then make my way home. I ran my eyes from his big black combat boots to his black jean clad legs to his arms which bulged slightly under the jacket to his helmet. When I reached his helmet I noticed his head was turned towards me. Had he noticed me staring? I felt my cheeks burn when he gave a nod in my direction & started his motorcycle. He had noticed! He whizzed past me & I felt my lips curl up in a smile.