Arousal

Keyla & Harley

The sky has been pouring for about ten minutes or so now. I am just a mile away and I’ll be home. I can’t wait to lie down in my bed and read something to relax, especially in this kind of weather.

Being a lifeguard at a state water park in Colorado is not easy as it seems. We constantly train when we are not on duty, especially our rescue and first aid skill set. Just this afternoon, we refreshed ourselves by performing CPR, among other things.

After I graduated high school at eighteen, I dreamt of something that I could contribute to my community and help other people in need. And when I saw the hiring ad of lifeguards a couple of towns away from where I live, I quickly grabbed the opportunity to train myself for two years, taking note of the requirements. I knew back then that I could do it. And two more years have passed by, I’m already a certified lifeguard. My Dad is quite proud of me and my achievement, as well as my chosen career in life.

I look at the Colorado River as I pass by it, while driving my truck that is a gift from my father when I graduated high school. I suddenly hit the brakes when I saw somebody lying on the bank of the river. Not too far away from him is a bike. If I’m not mistaken, it is a Harley Davidson.

Oh, my God! I think the man needs help!

I quickly get out of my truck, after I properly pull it over on the shoulder of the road. I look around. There’s no one around.

I try to use my cell phone to call 911 but s**t! My battery’s low and it just dies. I put it back in my jeans pocket, running toward the seemingly unconscious person.

I slowly get down from the elevated roadside toward the bank of the river, to avoid slipping as the soil is wet and muddy. I kneel down next to the unconscious man.

“Hey! Hey! Are you alright?” I ask, gently tapping his wide shoulders.

No response.

I check his breathing and pulse. He’s cold because of the rain, although he wears an open leather jacket and blue jeans that are already soaked. His clothes are quite torn perhaps because of his unfortunate accident. I notice he wears an expensive watch and a ring on his left pinkie.

His helmet is not far away from him. It looks quite smashed on its side. So, I checked his head. I can feel a little bump and his face has some scratches. I check if there are broken bones but there seems to be none.

So I’ve decided to take him home. It is way nearer than the nearest hospital. I survey the area and get into my truck. At the lowest part of the elevation, I drive through it and stop next to him. I use a spine board that I carry around in my truck to secure him and bind him in ropes. I can’t carry him right into my truck as he’s a massive man. He’s tall, well-muscled and I am just a girl with no super-strength. Besides, he might have some injury that I know nothing about. Better to keep his spine safe. Just to be sure.

I stop the car when I arrive home. There’s another problem. I live alone so no one can help me. But I try my hardest to get him into the house where I tend to his cuts and bruises. Of course, it requires shedding him off his clothes, with his underwear left alone.

He is well-muscled indeed. He has well-toned biceps and forearms, muscled chest and shoulders, well-defined six-pack abs and muscular thighs and legs. My eyes feast on the huge bulk of his frontal area way below the waist. But I try to ignore the sparks that his body ignites in me. And I try to ignore what my body is yearning for – suddenly. I tear my gaze away from it… and from him.

I just try to make him comfortable as much as possible, using a couple of blankets so he won’t be cold. He’s still lying on the spine board. I dare not try to move him as much as possible. Hopefully, he'll be fine by the morrow. Just maybe sore here and there because of the injuries he has.

I shower as I start to shiver. Yes, I just remember that I’m soaked to the bones. I’ve been neglecting myself just to take care of somebody.

I quickly run the hot water and it soothes my shivering body. After some minutes, I changed into some fresh and dry underwear and negligee. I prepare my dinner, homemade pizza. I also make myself some tea to drink something hot.

I look at the stranger who’s still unconscious, or sleeping, or whatever. He seems to be someone who’s adventurous, judging by the bike as his chosen vehicle. I wonder where he’s from or what he does aside from riding that nice bike, which is now ruined.

I brush my teeth and take a book to read. But my mind keeps on drifting to the unfortunate person who met with an accident and who’s now lying on the spine board in my living room.

When I wake up the next morning, I check on my patient right away. But it seems that he’s still not awake. I check his pulse and breathing. They’re normal as far as I can tell.

After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I decide to fix myself some breakfast, still in my negligee, though. I make myself some sandwiches and coffee. It’s a Friday so I can just go to work in the afternoon. Usually, the state water park is busy during the weekends, when families and groups of tourists or locals visit.

I look out from the kitchen window. The sun is still covered by dark clouds although the rain has already stopped. But it seems it’s going to rain again sooner or later. I really think it’s a gloomy day.

I hear my cell phone ring, as I recharged it before I went to sleep last night. I pick it up to answer it.

“Keyla, I’m just calling to remind you—”

“About the kiddie party,” I finish the sentence for my Dad. I smile as I speak. “Yes, I know, Dad. I don’t have dementia or amnesia. I’ll be there tomorrow.” I say. But I bite my lips. I remember the party the moment I saw ‘Dad calling’ on the screen of my phone.

Right. I might as well call Jessie and tell him that I’ll be off starting today.

“I’m sorry. Family gathering. I can’t miss it,” I apologize to Jessie, my boss, after speaking with Dad.

“Well, I guess it can’t be helped. It looks like we won't have a busy weekend, though because of the bad weather,” he replies.

Well, that’s rather fortunate for me. I silently thank the weather. I finish the conversation when I feel someone is behind me. I turn around to see my patient up and about and looking a bit confused.

“Who are you and where am I?” he asks, with a frowning face. One hand is on the side of his head, which has a little bump. He seems to not notice that he’s only clad in his underwear.

“Are you feeling okay?” I ask with concern, though. I pull a chair and let him sit at the kitchen table.

He sits down, looking at me, at my face especially.

I try to remember what I look like. I have at least combed my past shoulder-length dark brown hair and I’ve just scrubbed my face so it’s free from makeup. Not that I use too much of it. But I think some freckles across my nose are visible right now.

I realize that my patient has steel gray eyes, looking at my mossy green ones. But they look intense like the weather outside. His well-shaped and inviting lips are slightly pursed, maybe because of some pain he feels.

“D-do you need some painkillers? I can get you one,” I offer.

I am about to leave him when he holds my hand. I look at it.

“Where’s my clothes?” he asks, trying not to wince in pain. Maybe he has a dislocated shoulder that I missed when I checked him last night?

I touch his shoulder and check if there’s anything misaligned or something. He looks at me weirdly. I just realized what that action seems to be. I quickly let go as if I’m burned and stepped away from him.

“I’m sorry. I was checking if you have some injury in your shoulder.”

He frowns. “Are you a doctor?”

“Oh! No. No. I’m not,” I smile but with discomfort. “I’m actually a… lifeguard. I saw you by the bank of the river on my way home. You had an accident. Do you remember?”

He nods slowly. “My bike. Where is it?”

“It was raining a bit hard last night so I had no time to bring your bike with us. I left it where it is and you’re in my home. It’s closer than the hospital so… you’re here!” I try to explain to him the situation he’s in… we’re in. “Oh, your clothes, I hung them to dry after washing them. I think you can use them now. I’ll just go get them.”

“I’m Harley, by the way,” he says when I have already taken a couple of steps.

I stop for a moment and turn to him. “Keyla.”

He nods and he smiles at me for the first time. At this distance, I notice his eyes roam up and down my body. That’s when I recall that I’m only wearing my very thin pink negligee, without a bra.

I gasp in embarrassment. I quickly leave him alone at the kitchen to go to my room and change into a more decent set of clothing.

“Um… there's a sandwich and coffee there. You can help yourself,” I call out. I choose to wear faded blue jeans and light green T-shirt.

I enter the bathroom and take out his clothing to bring it over to him. He unconsciously changes into them right in front of me in the kitchen. I notice that he has eaten all the sandwiches I’ve prepared. He must be so hungry.

I give him a couple of painkillers and he thanks me.

“Maybe we should go to a hospital. I am free today. I can take you there,” I offer.

He nods. “But I have to make a couple of calls first if you don’t mind.”

“My landline phone or cell phone is available, whichever it is that you need,” I shrug.

“I’d like to borrow your cell phone if you don’t mind,” he says. “I think I lost mine when I had my accident.”

I just point at my cell phone from where I put it, on the kitchen table. He goes to the living room to have some privacy and I wash the dishes.

Two hours later, we got his results from the lab. I’ve caught his age and status that appear on the printed paper from the lab. He’s thirty-three and single.

Thankfully, he only has a slight concussion. There are no damages in his head and other bodily parts, according to the doctor.

After going to the hospital, we stop by a local department store to buy some clothes for him, using his own credit card. His wallet was luckily inside his leather jacket at the time.

On our way back to my house, we noticed that his bike was not there anymore. Perhaps it’s already towed by the local government.

“So, where are you from?” I ask him while I drive.

“Denver. I was on my way home from a road trip when I had my accident. There was a stray cat that suddenly crossed the street, the road was slippery… so I crashed and flew over to the Colorado River. I managed to get out of the water and take off my damaged helmet before I lost consciousness.” He smirks, shaking his head, as he recalls his misfortune.

“Oh, that was really unlucky of you. But good that you took off your helmet or I would’ve thought twice of helping you.” I give him a slightly teasing smile.

“I’m lucky,” he counters with a smile.

I glance at him with questioning eyes.

“You found me.”

I laugh softly at that. It’s kind of cheesy but I like it. I can’t explain why some butterflies are flying in my stomach or why my heart races like this when he looks at me.

“Um… Denver is just a couple of hours drive or so from here. I’m going to Denver tomorrow. I can give you a ride.”

“Oh, then I can just tell Leroy, my employee, not to come and pick me up tomorrow.” His eyes probed into mine, which gives me a giddy feeling.

Somehow, I don’t want to see him leave. But I know that he has to. He has his own life back in his home and I do have my own life out here.

I am quite startled when he pulls my hand and pulls me close to his body into an embrace when we’ve entered my cabin. His face is so close to mine. His eyes are full of desire that I can clearly read right now. His breath is uneven. So is mine.

I can smell his unique male scent that teases my senses, stirring every cell of my body. Then his one hand rises to hold the side of my neck and pulls me toward him to kiss my lips. He slants his lips to have better access to mine. I respond to this coaxing kiss, opening myself to him.

My hands are spread on his chest and my fingers cling to his shirt. His hands go downward to my buttocks and knead them. I softly moan, getting more turned on. He scoops me up, my legs wrapped around his waist. He rests my back on the wall as our kiss deepens. He lets me slide down his rock-hard body, reaches to move my zipper down and my jeans are separated from my body, to be discarded on the floor. My other clothing follows suit. So is his.

Still standing, I lean my hands on the wall when he turns me around. His one hand softly clutches at my small breast as his other hand guides his hard c**k to enter my p***y. I push my hips toward his, meeting his moves.

I cry at the sensation he’s giving me as he drives into my body again and again. After some minutes, he stops only to turn me around to face him. That’s when he kneels down to give my p***y a kiss. His tongue and lips are deliciously sexing my p***y. My one hand is still leaning against the wall and the other plays his hair.

I look down while he looks up into my eyes. I run my tongue over my lips and I see him smile before he continues to lick, nip and suck my labia and clit.

Oh, f**k! It is really so good. I move my hips and his hands caress my thighs and buttocks, without breaking his lips away from my p***y, and I purr like a cat. Then after some minutes, his tongue travels up to my breasts. He scoops me up against the wall and he rams his c**k into my p***y, almost at the same time. He continues to plunge hard and deep while both of us pant and kiss each other.

I just realized how sturdy this man is. Yesterday, he’s been in an accident, but now, he’s f*****g me like a crazed man, which blows my mind actually.

We both moan as we both reach the peak of our desire. He lets my body slowly glide down his hard body afterward before he gives me another wet and hot kiss.

He carries me to the couch and he settles me in his lap sideways. I rest my head on his shoulder like a child.

“I don’t know how to thank you for saving me. If there’s anything I can do for you, you can just tell me. Anything, Keyla,” he tells me softly. He then kisses the tip of my pert nose. His fingers toy my pink n*****s that are still taut.

I look up at him, suddenly shy. He smiles as he traces my lips with his thumb.

“You have something on your mind,” he observes.

“It’s my nephew’s birthday party tomorrow afternoon. He’s my older brother’s son. He’s six. My brother Dean’s family lives with my father in Denver. My Dad’s… in a wheelchair, so Dean’s taking care of him instead of me. You know, it’s like a male thing.”

He nods slowly. “So, what do you need?”

“A date?”

He chuckles softly. “That’s it? You need a date at your nephew’s birthday party?”

I pout a little. “It’s to shut them up. Every year that I come over there, they ask when I’m going to bring home a man.”

“Well, I don’t know if this is…” he starts to speak.

I shake my head, sitting up, but still he holds me. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I shouldn’t have. Harley, you don’t owe me anything. I just happened to be there and know how to help so I helped you. Okay? You don’t really have to pay me or anything.”

He smiles at me and gives me a peck on my lips.

He drives the truck to Denver the next day. We park right in front of a huge building, which I happen to know. It is the Indirektech building. Indirektech is a very successful outsourcing company. It is global.

I turn to look at him. “Why do we stop here? I thought you’re going home.”

“I am home. I live in a penthouse.”

I drop my jaw. He looks at me with an amused smile.

“You’re the owner of Indirektech?” Well, the irony is I know about the business but not the owner. It’s because I incidentally have a friend who’s working here as a supervisor.

He gets out of the truck and opens the passenger seat door. I look at him with confusion.

“I’m not coming with you.”

“Yes, you are,” he says smoothly but firmly.

I have no choice but to get off my truck. He holds my hand as we go inside the building. Everyone who knows him greets him. We use his private elevator to go up to the penthouse. The building itself is elegant and very impressive.

I meet his employee, his PA Leroy, briefly. The two of them talk for some minutes before the black PA makes himself scarce. Then Harley drags me to his massive bathroom. There’s a huge tub, a Jacuzzi, a separate shower cubicle, a huge mirror, a toilet bowl and a sink. It’s like this place is the size of my entire cabin home!

“What are you doing?” I ask suspiciously.

“This,” he says and strips me of my T-shirt and jeans.

Well, I don’t have anything to complain about. Having s*x with him is my present joy. Yes, while it lasts. I just think that this is not going to last longer. After today, I don’t think I’ll see him again. So, I’ll just make the best out of this short time we’re going to have.

“I’ll treat you to a soapy massage.” The smile he gives me is promising – and more.

He then takes off his clothing and the two of us get into the bathtub. He turns on the tap water, adjusting the temperature. He settles me in his lap, my back against his hard body. My butt grinds his rigid c**k. He grunts softly and curses but he kisses my neck briefly and seems to be focused on the job he’s going to do.

Harley pours some liquid bath soap on my body. He scoops some water to lather the soap from my neck down to my breasts and stomach and further down to my p***y. The bubbles look so sexy on my body and the scent is so good that I already feel damp with my p***y juice.

Turning off the tap water, the tub is some inches deep. He then continues to massage my body, my arms and legs… and my p***y.

“The hell with the soapy massage!” he murmurs in my ear.

I turn my face to look at him.

“I want to f**k you now, Keyla,” he says through gritted teeth, like he’s trying hard to fight his inner self-control.

I smile with my front teeth catching my bottom lip. I grind his c**k with my butt. He slightly lifts my bottom with both strong hands of his and his c**k slides right into my wet p***y. I move my hips, grinding with his c**k inside my p***y.

Both of us groan in delight. Then I turn to face him, making careful movements so I won’t slip and have a hapless accident. I cling to his shoulder while his hands massage my breasts. I move up and down, my p***y swallowing his big c**k.

He grunts. Me too. I feel so good!

Our eyes lock. His hands are now holding my bottom as he thrusts upward to meet mine.

The two of us moan in ecstasy some twenty minutes after.

We stay in the tub for another half an hour before he dries both our bodies, together, with a big towel. All the while, I look at his handsome face.

My heart sinks as I know the inevitable is coming. We’ll dress up, go to my nephew’s kiddie party and then he goes home and I go home. We part ways for good. We’ll never see each other again. It’s so sad.

It turns out that Leroy has also delivered a dress and a pair of shoes for me to wear for the party. That’s why he was here earlier. It is basically a sleeveless sundress of peach color, a come together shift dress, which is an inch or so above the knee. It is paired with strapped sandals.

“That’s how you’re supposed to look when you go to a kiddie party, not in jeans and T-shirt,” he says with a grin.

I blush at this light scolding of his.

He changes and I apply some makeup on. Maybe less than an hour later, he himself looks good in a pair of slacks and polo shirt. And he smells so good. But with or without clothing, the man is gorgeous. I wonder why he’s still single at his marriageable age. But I dare not ask.

“How about my truck?” I protest when he gently pushes me into his black Porsche sports car. It looks very powerful and sleek.

Fucking billionaire. He’s really going his way before we part. I’m not too sure now if inviting him to the party was a good idea. Maybe not at all. I’m sure my family is going to beat the hell out of me with un-ending questions about Harley.

And there it goes. My family members are awed by Harley’s sports car and the man himself more than half an hour later. The children even go out and touch the car with their tiny and dirty fingers. Some ask if they can get into the car. And Harley seems so happy to oblige the little devils, especially my nephew.

“Where did you find him?” Kaley, my sister-in-law, asks me. Dean and my father are watching the kids by the porch, while she and I are in the kitchen, preparing some food with some of our neighbors who are also awed by Harley’s presence.

“Hmm… unconscious by the river bank?” I honestly say.

She giggles, thinking it is a joke. So are the others.

The party has been enjoyable, for the kids mostly. It is because Harley turns out to have prepared some goodies for them – an ice cream truck with balloons and a lot of toys and other stuff arrives.

“Thank you,” I tell him as we watch the kids having fun. So are the parents and my father.

“You said this is your parents’ house. So show me your room,” he softly demands. He drags me into the house, while everyone is busy.

I show him the attic room, which is cleaned by Kaley from time to time especially when I am coming over.

“This is my room. I love it because it’s like I’m on the top of the world and I can see everything from up here.” We both look over the window, watching the lawn where the party is being held.

He grins at me. He cups my face and gives me a peck on the lips. He looks into my eyes and gives me another kiss. This time, it is a hot one.

“I’m thinking,” he says in between kisses, while sitting me down on the bed. “If we can spend the night here.”

“W-what do you mean?”

“After this, I don’t think I’ll ever let you go, Keyla.” His eyes look serious.

“Oh, Harley!” I exclaim with a big, joyous smile. I pull him closer and kiss his lips. Fervently.

He pushes his slacks and underwear midway to his thighs and takes off my panties. He then lunges his rigid c**k into my already wet p***y.

We right our clothes after that quickie and come downstairs with a smile at each other. Kaley glances at us knowingly but doesn’t say a word.

The end