Tasha looked at the clock, 3pm, half way through her shift at the petrol station, not somewhere she worked normally but she was covering a few shifts to help the owner with a staffing problem. At 25 she was recently divorced and moved back in with her mum and dad till she sorted a new place and new job.
Monday afternoon was the quietest time in the week and she had not had a customer in half an hour, the joys of a small village petrol station.
Then she saw the bike, well she heard it before she saw it, a familiar pop pop pop of what sounded like a Harley, she looked onto the forecourt as it pulled up and the rider got off.
As he filled the tank she realised the Harley was in fact an Indian, given away by the distinctive front mudguard, and not only an Indian, but a very old Indian.
As the rider walked in to pay he slipped his helmet off, an older guy probably in is 50s with a short cropped grey beard and very little hair on his head.
Tasha smiled and spoke
‘good afternoon, nice Indian’
The man laughed
‘oh my god someone who doesn’t think its a fucking Harley, top marks young lady’
Tasha looked back
‘thank you kind sir, its an old one too’
The man smiled
‘hey cheeky it was made in 1958 same year as me are you calling me old’
Tasha giggled never shy to banter she quickly retorted
‘yeh maybe but you both seem to be wearing well’
The man smiled at her
‘well the bike is, do you ride’
Tasha looked back
‘not bikes just horses and ‘
Then she stopped and started again
‘just horses’
The man laughed
‘hmm okay, I don’t do horses, my wife has three, we have just moved into the old manor up the road’
Tasha looked at him,
‘ah you are the racing driver who is married to the Swedish model then’
The man smiled
‘sort of, I am an ex rally driver, Ingid my wife is an ex model and she is now British, but in your defence you were 90 % right, I am rob Mclean, but call me Mac everyone does’
Tasha smiled at him now both of them relaxed and chatting she spoke again
‘so your wife must own that big grey stallion with the black mane that runs down the field everytime I walk past and stands there till I stroke him does she’
Mac laughed
‘yeh she does, thats Baron her favourite mount’
Then he paused and looked quizzically at Tasha
‘you say he comes and greets you’
Tasha looked back
‘yeh everytime I walk past why’
Mac grinned
‘nothing really, would you like to meet my wife and baron in person’
Tasha looked at him
‘I would love to but I am working till 7pm’
Mac looked again at her, this time his eyes wandering slightly down towards her tight blouse and short skirt, un-noticed by Tasha.
He spoke again
‘I will pick you up at 7 then you can meet Ingrid and Baron and then I will take you home for tea’
Tasha smiled
‘deal, but there is no rush, my folks are away for the week and there is only me at home’
Mac looked at her again
‘well maybe we will feed you as well, I will speak to Ingrid’
With that he paid for his petrol and walked out and Tasha watched him ride away.
There was something about this man that intrigued her, she lifted her phone and quickly ran him through the internet, finding several entries including pictures, one a recent one at a dinner in London of him and Ingrid; Tasha’s eyes were drawn to the tall stunning blonde standing next to Mac and her mind instantly wondered what she would look like in jodhpurs and riding boots’.
The rest of the day dragged and at 7pm she handed the keys to Colin the owner and as she walked onto the forecourt a car pulled up, a black range rover with dark windows and no badges.
The drivers window wound down and Mac grinned out
‘taxi for Tasha’
Tasha laughed and climbed into the passenger seat, as she did so her already short skirt rode up a little more, Mac glanced over and as she saw him look she pulled it down as far as she could.
Mac laughed
‘sorry I couldn’t resist a peek’
Tasha smiled back
‘yeh thats cool but I don’t want you crashing’
Mac smiled at her
‘no fear of that young lady, I am sure a flash of your knickers would be hot, but not life threatening’
Tasha looked at him
‘what if I didnt have any on’
Mac smiled as he turned the car onto the road, looking at the road ahead and not Tasha he spoke
‘even hotter, but I am sure that would be safe as well’
What got into Tashas head she did not know, but his attitude had her horny for some reason and she slipped her hands down at lifted her skirt up so the bottom of her white lace knickers were on show.
Mac smiled as he glanced across and spoke again;
‘ah see you have knickers on’
Tasha giggled again
‘unless I took them off now of course’
Expecting Mac to say nothing she was shocked when he retorted
‘you wouldn’t dare’
Tasha hated dares, she couldn’t resist them, she hated people daring her she had to do them, it had got her into so much trouble in the past, but without thinking she slid her knickers down her legs and took them off, smiling at Mac she said
‘dont fucking crash’
As they drove towards Macs place she started to put the knickers back on as the entered the lane to the Manor
Mac looked across at her
‘keep them off I dare you’
Tasha looked at Mac,
‘okay on one condition’
He looked and she continued
‘knickers stay off, but no more dares’
Mac smiled
‘deal’
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