I was driving downtown on my scooter to meet some friends at a bar when I saw a guy zip past on a really hot sport bike.

He was going too fast for me to catch more than a glimpse, though, so I was glad that the light up ahead turned red in time to stop him in his tracks. I pulled up next to him a moment later.

As soon as I was idling next to him, I turned to get a good look at the bike — and its driver. The motorcycle was sleek and looked fast, and I couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to have that powerful machine between my thighs. Then I looked at the guy atop it, and I wondered the same thing. Even seated, I could tell he was more than six feet tall, and very well built. The once-over I gave him took only a few seconds, but when I shifted on my scooter, I realized that he was checking... Leer Más