Another story I wrote a long time ago...when I went by "Popper" on Balloon Buddies.
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Motorcycles, Firecrackers, &...
By Popper (loud_pop@yahoo.com)
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and I was out riding my motorcycle. What a day tooling around the country roads on the outskirts of town. My bike's exhaust pipes are loud and that's the way I like them. I love the rumble and pops when I roll off the throttle, reminds me of popping firecrackers on the 4th of July. Thinking of firecrackers, I decided to drive by my favorite fireworks stand. Knowing it was closed for the season, I still liked rolling by to reminisce about good times that I'd had earlier in the summer.
As I came up to the stand, I saw another bike parked there. I slowed down to take a gander. Pop, Pop, Pop, POW! Firecrackers! Cool, who was shooting firecrackers? Then I saw her. She was lighting a string and tossed it just a few feet from where she was standing. In the midst of firecrackers popping all around her, she stood there in her black leather pants and tight fitting tank top. I had to stop. So I pulled into the stand and parked near her bike. As I took off my helmet to introduce myself, POW! I jumped a bit because of the huge bang and she noticed my skittish behavior. She gave me a wicked smile and said her name was Raven.
Did I startle you? Ah, (heart pounding) Yes, but I enjoyed it. I introduced myself and told her this was my favorite place to shoot fireworks on the 4th. I asked if she minded me stopping, and she said I was welcome and could join her in popping some fireworks. How could I resist the long dark hair, beautiful face, smoking body, and gorgeous D-cups spilling out of her tight little tank top?
She had a saddle bag full of fireworks (mostly firecrackers) and told me I was welcome to fire-off any of them. But, she warned me there were some illegal M-80's in there that were super loud; and told me that was the type of cracker that had startled me earlier. I grabbed a handful of singles to pop while we chatted.
She was fearless as she dropped firecrackers all around us while we talked. She definitely enjoyed the bigger firecrackers. She would also hang long strings of black-cats from a tree branch, light the fuse and slowly walk back to me with firecrackers popping in the air behind her. What a sight!
She grabbed a firework called a "Sammy Shot", lit it and backed up near me. It shot straight up about 20 feet into the air, then BOOM! echoing through-out the area. She smiled and asked if I liked that big boom and as I was saying "Yes" she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
I was digging this chick and she was into me or maybe she was just happy making noise. Either way I was having a great time. As the sun started to go down, Raven handed me a large roman candle. We lit ours together and each colored ball exploded with a loud-pop. We popped all her fireworks that evening and hit it off.
The biggest fireworks she saved for last. It was the largest reload-able tube I'd seen and came with a dozen different shots. I forgot my name each time she bent over to light the firework and then came strolling back to me just as "Whoosh!" it shot up into the sky and exploded with a huge BOOM.
Off and on all evening she would glance at my pants; and there was no hiding my excitement. She asked what excited me more; her or the fireworks? Raven alone would cause that excitement in me, but couple that with her shooting fireworks and I was on the brink.
I noticed that she was enjoying the evening and asked what she enjoyed? Raven said that loud fireworks and "something else" always got her juices going, but she had never come across anyone into it as much as her. Something else? What could it be, I had an idea? But it couldn't be, could it? So I asked what the "something else" was. Raven said, Follow me back to my place and I'll show you.
To be continued...
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Motorcycles, Firecrackers, &...
By Popper (loud_pop@yahoo.com)
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and I was out riding my motorcycle. What a day tooling around the country roads on the outskirts of town. My bike's exhaust pipes are loud and that's the way I like them. I love the rumble and pops when I roll off the throttle, reminds me of popping firecrackers on the 4th of July. Thinking of firecrackers, I decided to drive by my favorite fireworks stand. Knowing it was closed for the season, I still liked rolling by to reminisce about good times that I'd had earlier in the summer.
As I came up to the stand, I saw another bike parked there. I slowed down to take a gander. Pop, Pop, Pop, POW! Firecrackers! Cool, who was shooting firecrackers? Then I saw her. She was lighting a string and tossed it just a few feet from where she was standing. In the midst of firecrackers popping all around her, she stood there in her black leather pants and tight fitting tank top. I had to stop. So I pulled into the stand and parked near her bike. As I took off my helmet to introduce myself, POW! I jumped a bit because of the huge bang and she noticed my skittish behavior. She gave me a wicked smile and said her name was Raven.
Did I startle you? Ah, (heart pounding) Yes, but I enjoyed it. I introduced myself and told her this was my favorite place to shoot fireworks on the 4th. I asked if she minded me stopping, and she said I was welcome and could join her in popping some fireworks. How could I resist the long dark hair, beautiful face, smoking body, and gorgeous D-cups spilling out of her tight little tank top?
She had a saddle bag full of fireworks (mostly firecrackers) and told me I was welcome to fire-off any of them. But, she warned me there were some illegal M-80's in there that were super loud; and told me that was the type of cracker that had startled me earlier. I grabbed a handful of singles to pop while we chatted.
She was fearless as she dropped firecrackers all around us while we talked. She definitely enjoyed the bigger firecrackers. She would also hang long strings of black-cats from a tree branch, light the fuse and slowly walk back to me with firecrackers popping in the air behind her. What a sight!
She grabbed a firework called a "Sammy Shot", lit it and backed up near me. It shot straight up about 20 feet into the air, then BOOM! echoing through-out the area. She smiled and asked if I liked that big boom and as I was saying "Yes" she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
I was digging this chick and she was into me or maybe she was just happy making noise. Either way I was having a great time. As the sun started to go down, Raven handed me a large roman candle. We lit ours together and each colored ball exploded with a loud-pop. We popped all her fireworks that evening and hit it off.
The biggest fireworks she saved for last. It was the largest reload-able tube I'd seen and came with a dozen different shots. I forgot my name each time she bent over to light the firework and then came strolling back to me just as "Whoosh!" it shot up into the sky and exploded with a huge BOOM.
Off and on all evening she would glance at my pants; and there was no hiding my excitement. She asked what excited me more; her or the fireworks? Raven alone would cause that excitement in me, but couple that with her shooting fireworks and I was on the brink.
I noticed that she was enjoying the evening and asked what she enjoyed? Raven said that loud fireworks and "something else" always got her juices going, but she had never come across anyone into it as much as her. Something else? What could it be, I had an idea? But it couldn't be, could it? So I asked what the "something else" was. Raven said, Follow me back to my place and I'll show you.
To be continued...
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