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 me out as well.

“Wanna trade?” he called out over the roar of his engine.

The light turned green before I could even consider it, but in the split second before we had to get moving, I called back, “Let’s race!”

I sped off down the street, only glancing back when I knew it was safe. The guy on the sport bike was following me! I kept going as fast as I dared, but within a few blocks he passed me. He took the lead for a few minutes, before letting me speed by him again.

When I pulled up outside the bar five minutes later, I expected him to keep going, but he pulled up next to me and cut the engine. We finally introduced ourselves — his name was Jordan — and I asked him if he wanted to come in for a drink. He had some things to take care of, he said, but he gave me his number and said he lived right around the corner if I wanted to hang out. I knew he wanted to do more than just “hang out,” though, and I considered bailing on my friends to go back to his apartment. But that’s not my style, so after we exchanged numbers, I headed into the bar.

It was hours later when my friends decided they’d had enough, but I wasn’t ready for the night to end. Taking my chances, I called Jordan, who answered on the second ring. I told him I was leaving the bar and wanted to know what he was up to. “Not too much,” he said, then invited me over. I said I’d be there in a minute.

Jordan had a nice apartment, but I didn’t spend much time admiring it. It took us only a few minutes to go from new acquaintances to hot-and-heavy lovers. Jordan had poured me a drink, but there was no time to get more than a taste before he guided me to his bedroom. I’d never hooked up with someone the same night I met him — I’d always thought it was a little too slutty for me. But as I followed Jordan to his room, the only thing I wanted to do was fuck him, and I didn’t care what that said about me.

I ripped Jordan’s clothes off as soon as we got into his bedroom, flinging his T-shirt in one direction and his pants in another. That was all the work I had to do, because he’d gone commando. Once his clothes were off, he went to work on mine, practically shredding my thin camisole, then tugging down my jeans and thong while I undid my bra. Finally naked, we started making out again as we crashed to the bed.

He landed on top of me and moved his mouth to my jaw, kissing down to my neck and then venturing lower still, until his lips wrapped around a nipple. He sucked the bud into his mouth and nipped at it with his teeth, making me moan loudly. While he worked his mouth on my chest, I let my hands wander down his back and all the way to his ass, which was nice and firm and so sexy. I pulled him against me until I felt his hard dick pressing between my thighs, then spread my legs and let his dick rub against my labia as I writhed beneath him.

I wanted him inside me, so I pushed him away and panted, “Condom,” then waited. He scrambled to the side of the bed, grabbed a foil packet, ripped it open, rolled the rubber on, and got back on top of me. He slid into me easily with fast but deep thrusts, and each time he did I felt the tip of his cock all the way up in my cunt.

He pounded into me, his hips smacking loudly against mine with each downward thrust. It still wasn’t hard enough to satisfy me, though, and I pushed up against him to meet his strokes. We worked up a good rhythm together, and it didn’t take long before I felt my orgasm building. The closer I got, the more urgent my climax felt, and I thrust even harder against Jordan, trying to pull him in as deep as I possibly could.

In just a few minutes, I felt like I was about to explode, and I wrapped my legs tight around his waist, holding him in place. Even with my legs locked around him, he kept pumping into me with short, quick strokes. Each one moved his cock no more than an inch in and out, but it did the trick, and after a dozen of these tiny pumps, I reached my climax.

Jordan jackhammered into me as I came, and he came a minute later, catching the end of my orgasm and drawing it out. It was seriously intense, and it took me several minutes to calm down after my orgasm subsided.

I took a minute to catch my breath, then quickly got dressed and left. Jordan asked me to stay, but I doubt I’ll see him again. I’m not really a one-night-stand kind of girl, but there’s a first time for everything.