A day in the LIfe (fm:older women/men, 7321 words) | |||
Author: Ski | |||
Added: Apr 25 2006 | Views / Reads: 861 / 648 [75%] | Story vote: 9.50 (4 votes) | |
This is a story of man and a woman in their 50's. Sex takes place later in the story, after considerable story and character development. It is not a suck and fuck story of young hardbodies, if this offends you, don't read it. Romantic and Interraccial | |||
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It was a good day at work as he put his tools away for the night. The heads for the extension of the sprinkler system over the new oiling station had gone easily and the three systems that had been dry tripped had gone without a hitch. Dry systems could be such a pain some time and the 50 year old ones he'd worked on today gave unfamiliar millwrights fits. Yet he still missed the years he'd spent as an industrial firefighter, although he had to admit he liked straight days and weekends off.He made his preride inspection as he walked around the bike before mounting it. key off, compression release pulled in, he eased the kick start lever through several times until he felt it coming up on the compression stroke. Switching on the ignition and setting the choke he lunged down with his foot on the kickstart lever and with one smooth kick brought to life the sleeping engine. The big single shuddered and coughed and cleared its throat as it warmed up. He felt the satisfaction of completing the starting drill properly. There was a oneness of man and machine lacking in the push of a starter button as he strove to make each start a one kick affair. Reaching over he picked up the well used tankbag and strapped it onto the idling Yamaha. The SR500, a classic brit bike remake, thumping out its regular beat as the engine smoothed out as it reached operating temperature. He made a last check of his earplugs, pulled on his helmet, turned on the walkman and plugged in the wires to the speakers inside the helmet. He switched on the lights and then clicked the bike into gear. As he let out the ...
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