JAK. I sat across the table from the most beautiful woman in the world. As she picked her teeth with blade of her knife, I further realized just how extraordinary she truly was. If she were anything but one of a kind, she surely wouldn’t fill all of what was broken within me with such precision. Karter was placed on this earth to make me whole. I further believed I provided her with the same satisfaction. As I admired her eye color choice for the day, she looked at the tip of her knife with disgust. A small piece of what appeared to be chicken hung from the blade. After wiping it on her jeans, she leaned into the center of the table.

“You ride like a pussy,” Karter whispered.

I heard her clearly, but chose to respond as if I had not.

“Say again?”

“Say again,” she repeated in a mocking tone.

“I crossed my arms and tilted my chin upward, “What did you say.”

“I said you ride like a pussy. And you still have a long fucking ways to go to be a biker, new beard or not. Oh, and your ears are getting weak, old man,” she half shouted.

It seemed as if the entire rear portion of the restaurant turned around to see what the commotion was about. I lowered my chin and wrinkled my nose, “Old?”

I raised my hand to my chin and rubbed the four days growth of what was to be a new beard, “Pussy?”

“I knew you heard me,” she said as she pushed her plate to the side and burped.

“Through these old ears?” I shrugged.

“Mmmmhhhhm,” she mumbled.

“You’re pushing your luck,” I assured her.

“Oh really? What are you going to do? Punish me? By fucking me? Please Jak, please. I hate fucking you. Don’t fuck me Jak. Please no. Not the sex. Anything but the sex,” she said in a high pitched voice.

“That’s it,” I said as I slapped the table.

“You want me to bend over?” she asked.

I smiled at the thought of it. Karter was by all means the best thing to ever happen to me. She allowed me to understand just how simple living life could be - with the right person. I hadn’t even attempted to imagine a life without her for some time; only what our future could and would bring us. Karter had taken me from wallowing in the guilt associated with war and breathed life into my lungs. I yearned for the arrival of June and our ability to officially be man and wife.

“As a matter of fact, I do. Get your ass in the bathroom. I’ll be right behind you,” I stood from my chair and removed my wallet.

“Seriously? The bathroom?” she squeaked as she pointed her finger over her shoulder and to the rear of the restaurant.

I cleared my throat and pointed to the bathroom, “Now, Karter. Go!”

She lowered her head, stood, and walked toward the bathroom. I dropped a fifty-dollar bill on the table and covered it with my glass. I looked up and watched as Karter walked toward the hallway which led to the bathroom. As she walked with her shoulders slumped, I felt bad for acting stern. Surely she realized I was joking. As she entered the hallway, and was away from the view of the restaurant, she turned to face me and removed her shirt and bra. Now twirling them above her head, she took off in a dead run to the bathroom.

I shook my head and walked toward the bathroom. As I knocked on the door, she answered from the other side.

“Who is it?”

“Let me in,” I said softly.

“Sorry, it’s occupied.”

I scanned the empty hallway. I beat my hand against the door sharply, “Open the door.”

“Sorry, it’s occupied,” she said in an elevated tone.

I beat against the door with my clenched fist, “Karter, open the damned door.”

She opened the door slightly. Naked, except for her sneakers, she stood on the other side of the door.

“Oh, I thought you were someone else. Well, hurry up before someone sees me,” she said as she waved her hand toward the large bathroom.

I stepped inside the door and locked it behind me. Her clothes were neatly folded on the sink. I reached toward the towel dispenser and smacked it sharply with the back of my fist. The hinged cover immediately fell open. I removed the towels, looked at Karter, and dropped them into the toilet.

“What the fuck was that about?” she whispered.

I flushed the toilet three times. Finally, the towels disappeared into the swirling water.

“Get on your knees,” I demanded.

She smiled and lowered herself to her knees, “Oh, you going to face fuck me? Utter torture.”

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Seeing her naked with her sneakers on was a huge turn on. I unzipped my jeans and pushed them to mid-thigh. As I positioned my cock onto her lips, she eagerly began to lick the shaft and suck the tip.

As she slurped and sucked, I pushed her to the wall between the sink and the trash receptacle. She opened her eyes and looked upward. As she watched the expression on my face, I began to push myself in and out of her throat forcefully. As I watched my cock disappear into her mouth I moaned loudly.

After several seconds of face-fucking as Karter described it, I was far too excited to continue. I wasn’t done toying with her yet, and needed to change to something different to keep myself from reaching climax too quickly.

“Get up,” I demanded as I pulled my saliva covered cock from her mouth.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she stood, “Oh, do you want this pussy?”

I looked around the bathroom. I had very few options, “Bend over the sink.”

“Yes sir,” she saluted as she spoke.

As she bent over the sink, she arched her back and raised her ass into the air. I looked down at the floor. She was on her tip-toes. Without a doubt, I wouldn’t last long in this position. I waddled to the sink and gripped her waist in my hands. As I released her right side, I guided the head of my cock past her pussy lips and stood still. As I slapped her on the ass, I thrust myself deep into her in one forceful motion.

She grunted and buried her face in her folded clothes.

“Jesus, Jak. Thanks for the warning,” she moaned.

I pounded away without reservation. As I eagerly watched myself disappear into her wet swollen mound repeatedly, she gripped the edge of the sink in her hands.

“Fuck me Jak,” she grunted over her shoulder.

I worked my hips back and forth aggressively. As my upper thighs slapped against her ass, the sound of flesh on flesh echoed throughout the room. I released her waist and twisted my hand through her hair. After collecting most of it in my hand, I pulled rearward, forcing her to arch her back even more. The angle of her body combined with my deep savage strokes was more than I was prepared for. After a short time, she began to groan.

“Harder…Jak…fuck me harder.”

I pounded away as I looked down between the cheeks of her ass. My cock magically disappeared into her wet pussy with each thrust. I pulled her hair firmly as I pushed myself against her. I felt my cock beginning to swell. Within a few seconds, I knew this was going to end

As I felt her begin to climax, I pulled my cock from inside her.

“On your knees,” I demanded.

After a split-second hesitation, she turned and dropped to her knees.

“Fuck yes, cum in my mouth. I want to taste you,” she said as she opened her mouth.

I stroked my swollen cock until I felt the pressure building. As I lowered the tip to her mouth, I felt myself begin to explode. As I began to spurt cum into her mouth, I moved the tip of my cock and sprayed her face with cum. The excitement of being in the bathroom, Karter’s eagerness to fuck in public, and the fact I had not reached climax in four days was apparent by the amount of cum covering her face. The last spurt landed directly in her falsely colored blue eyes.

As she looked up at me in a face of somewhat disgust, I gazed down and smiled.

“Jesus. What the fuck? Are you a porn star? You fucking covered me in that shit,” she gasped.

I turned, shuffled to the toilet and removed the roll of toilet paper. I tossed it into the toilet and flushed repeatedly until it disappeared. I turned to face her. Cum dripped from her chin and onto her breasts as she attempted to wipe it from her eyes. I pulled my jeans from my thighs to my waist and stuffed my flaccid cock into them. As I buckled my belt, she turned toward me. She was still covered in cum with her eyes closed.

She held her hands in the air with squinted eyes, “Will you hand me something to clean this shit off?”

I reached for the door handle and smiled, knowing there was nothing but her clothes to wipe off with.

“You’ll figure something out. My old eyes can’t see too well.”

I opened the door to the bathroom and walked to my bike.

And with each and every step I felt more and more like a biker.