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Work Release

Posted in Uncategorized, Voyeurism, Work Erotica on May 23, 2008 by lolitajohnson

Over the past few days I have been watching you, observing you, and getting to know your every move.  I have noticed how tense you get when you have your hand on your shaft, stroking it wildly, right before climax.  The tiny sweat beads which flow effortlessly down your back as you pound away on your manhood, spending hours making sure you are fully satisfied.  I have come to know what you like and how you like it, all by sitting here, you completely unaware.  You think of her tight, wet twat as you add more lubrication for your enjoyment. 

This time is different.  Today we both have plans to help you reach your fullest potential.  I will come out of hiding, satisfying every desire you could have with this stranger and her at your full disposal.  I hope you will make all of this secrecy worth my while. 

The soft leather executive’s chair turns easily as you sit down to send a message.  Your fingers are a little stiff from the chill of the outdoors so you rub your hands together in a feeble attempt to warm them.  “Damn, where is she?” you say out loud watching your computer screen.  She had promised you she would be online waiting for you so you could talk because she said she had something very important to say to you.  You are hoping she will be letting you know she has decided that online sex isn’t creepy.  Just thinking about it flushes your face and the front of your black dress pants begins to strain. 

You reach up and loosen the silk necktie which has a noose-like grip on your neck.  “She should have been on here by now,” you say to yourself.  You decide to give her a few more minutes so you take this opportunity to get some things you know you will need if she says yes to you.  As you gather the essentials you pass right by me and not notice me standing in the shadows.  You are so focused on her you fail to see me slip past you and to the chair in front of the computer.  I send her a message letting her know I am ready and erase any evidence that I used your messenger.  I leave the chair just as you step back into the hall.

You walk into the room and see the chair still spinning slightly.  The thought crosses your mind that someone is in here with you as you glance around the room but you dismiss it as part of your desire for her tight pussy wrapped around your rock hard cock.  This thought strains the fabric of your pants.  You just want to finger her clit until she screams but she said she couldn’t cum over.  This is what led to the suggestion of internet sex. 

You lay your wares on the desk next to the computer and hope this time she is on here.  You have resigned yourself to the fact that if she isn’t on here you will have to find another way of pleasuring yourself.  Maybe you’ll just visit one of those chat sites, pick some random woman like you have before, and you both enjoy an evening of watching each other pleasure yourselves as you discuss what you would be doing to each other if you we together in person.  

You reach up and loosen the tie again and this time I decide to speak up.  “Do you need any help with that?” I say as I walk across the floor in my bare feet.  You go to turn around and I stop you dead in your tracks.  You notice you have a message from her and I tell you to go ahead and read it. “Take off your tie and let her tie you to the chair.”  You do as she says as I slowly cross the floor of the room.   

Standing behind the chair, I lean over and whisper in your ear, “Trust me I’m not going to hurt you.”  I nibble on your ear and begin to work my way around your neck.  Reaching the first button on the long sleeve starch white shirt, I grab it between my teeth and give it a gentle tug, setting it free.  As I work my way from button to button down across your abdomen in the same fashion, we hear a loud dinging noise and you let out a quiet gasp.

She has invited us to join her in a video conversation.  “Go ahead and accept.  I think she’ll like this show,” I say as you lean forward and accept her invitation.  On the computer screen is her, sitting in a soft black leather chair with padded arms, her pale complexion accentuated by the darkness of the fabric.  She has blonde hair twisted in an up-do, green eyes like the grass on a summers day, and her lips are full and moist from the lashing her tongue gave it.  She is dress in a dress suit as she appears to have just gotten home from a long day at the office.  I bet no one would guess that she really worked as a stripper at a club on the Upper East Side.

Not to worry though she can see us too.  You in your white shirt undone to your waist, your dark complexion made darker by the brilliance of the shirt.  Your shoulder length wavy black hair is a mess from where you ran your fingers through it in frustration at her. 

She can also see me on her screen.   The site of my light complexion against the deep purple of my demi cup corset and matching thong, and knowing she can use us as she seem to find suitable to her liking have her hands wondering over every lovely curve of her tight body.   She can’t wait to see us in action.          

I take your tie and use it to hold one of your arms down, tying your left arm to the chair handle.  “You can use your free hand as you wish as long as you only touch yourself,” she smirks, knowing this will drive you mad as she can see by the big top in your pants that you want me very badly. 

With your shirt undone, I nibble down your chest and across your abdomen tickling your stomach with the gently touch of my lips.  Reaching the waistband of your pants, I undo the only button securing them around your waist.  I don’t use my fingers though, I use my teeth, leaving a lipstick mark on your trousers, a little souvenir to remember this time by.  Once the button is undone, I use my teeth to slowly unzip your pants.  You can hardly contain yourself as you reach for my hair.  “Don’t even think about it.  You can’t touch her, you can only touch yourself,” she says reading your mind as she always does. 

Instead of grabbing my hair like you wanted to you reach into your pants and take your manhood firmly in your hand, releasing it from its prison.  Looking up at the screen you see she has taken her shirt and bra off and is stroking her nipples with her fingers, making them erect.  You love her breasts, they are perky and perfectly round.  The first time you met her you thought they weren’t real but she showed you just how real they were that night, the night you fucked her in the back room at the club.  She was bent over trying to undo her stiletto when you walked in that night.  Her ass was right there and you made your move.  She said she had never been fucked like that before and you have been giving her rides every night since. 

In the background we can hear a buzzing noise.  She has pulled out her vibrator and she rubs it across her nipples.  “In the left drawer of the desk, there is one for you as well,” she tells me and I find the vibrator for me in the drawer.  “You will mirror everything I do and do nothing more unless you are directed.”  She takes the vibrator and runs it down the length of her stomach and I follow her precisely.  The vibrator tingles my skin, causing it to react.  While I enjoy the sensations of the vibrator you being stroking your rock hard cock, using your pre cum as a means to moisten it so it feels more like your fucking me.

“Get down on your knees in front of him, take his cock and gently kiss it. Then stroke alongside his hand at whatever pace he finds comfortable,” she demands and I do what she says.  The carpeting is soft on my knees as I am before you, taking your manhood in my hands, putting the tip to my lips, kissing it gently.  As I pull away a drop of cum stays with my lips as I begin to stroke you keeping your pace. 

Licking the droplet from my lips, your excitement can hardly be contained as you speed your pace and my hands follow.  “Suck his cock,” commanding from the sidelines.  You are watching her as she has taken her full sized vibrator from her drawer and put it to her lips.  I take you fully into my mouth and you tense, grabbing my hair in your fist. 

“I said not to touch her.  Let go of her,” she orders.  You release the grip you have on my hair, putting your hand back on the arm of the chair and she continues,” Faster, take him all the way in your mouth.  I don’t want to see a single inch of his cock.”  I do as she has ordered and can feel you trying to thrust yourself farther in.  I work my magic on your member and just as you begin to tense, a sure sign you’re about to cum, she demands that I stop.

As your cock falls from my lips a tiny spray of cum hits my cheek.  I look up at you as you stare at the screen, waiting for her next command, cock throbbing from it’s need of release.  She smirks as she watches your manhood throb away, swaying in an imaginary breeze. 

“Now I want you to rub your cock against her clit through her panties, do not enter her or this will all be over.”  I stand in front of you opening my legs so you can see how moist I already am at the thought of your member being anywhere near my pussy.  Straddling your legs, my arms around your shoulders, I begin to ride your lap as if you were in me yet your cock never enters my pussy.  I can feel you adding to my moistness and this excites me. 

“Untie his arm now, I want his hands free.”  I do as I am ordered, untying your arm, releasing it from its bind.  “Take a taste, and tell me what she tastes like.”  She takes her own fingers and tastes her sweet juices as you sample mine.  You can feel my pulsing clit through the wet material between my thighs.  You want to do more and go farther but you know she is waiting for your answer.  “Sweetness, like drinking rosewater,” you answer her before she grows angry.

“Get off him and remove your panties,” she said showing that she felt your touch was a little long.  I stood there in front of you, facing the screen, my ass at the level of your face.  This is the first time I’ve seen her since we began and looking into her eyes I can see she is enjoying watching us, ordering us to do her sexual bidding.  I loop my fingers around the thin straps that support my thong across my hips and slowly, almost teasingly, I bend over in front of you, my ass and bare pussy in your face. 

“Stop right there,” she says to me, my ass and dripping wetness in your face, hands at my ankles.  “Eat her out, slowly,” she demands.  You lean forward in the chair and I can feel your warm breath on my flesh.  

“You can touch her.”  With these simple words your grab my hips and I hear you take a deep breath.  Your fingers find their way through the folds as you spread them apart looking into my pussy, seeing my clit, throbbing in its own juices. 

Your tongue, soft yet rough, tickles my clit, exciting me.  I push myself back into your face, wanting to fuck every inch of your face, your tongue penetrating deeply into my pussy.  I let out a loud moan as you lap at every inch you can reach, flicking and rubbing until the first wave of climax cums crashing onto your face.  She can see the juices shining on your face when you come up for air.  “Stop, now,” she orders, angry, seeing that we are enjoying ourselves too much without her. 

“Kneel in front of him again, and you stand.  This is your chance, so take it.  Fuck her tits, I know you’ve wanted to since the moment you first laid eyes on her.”  You do as she commands, unhooking my corset, grabbing my boobs and giving them a squeeze, push them together, nipples hard as rocks in the palms of your hands. 

You grab the lube from off the desk and squeeze the strawberry smelling lube on my chest.  “Mmmm, strawberry is my favorite,” I say as you push your cock between the mounds of flesh.  You love the feel of using my boobs as a pussy, growing even more excited as your ride them harder and squeeze them tighter.  “I’m going to cum,” you say out loud and she doesn’t stop you.  You cum, sending your juices all over my face, neck and boobs, coating them in glistening goodness, and making a mess of my corset.

 “Clean that up, lick yourself clean,” she orders me and I do as she says.  I let my corset fall from my shoulders, landing on my calves.  “How does he taste?” she wants to know.  As my hand wipes my face clean, I lick my hand and I continue gathering up your moistness until my mouth is full.  I take your juices, swish them around in my mouth as if they were a fine wine and say, “He tastes wonderful.  I would love it if I could have more.”  You hand me a moist towel to clean up what is left.  I notice you are still hard after all of the excitement and release.  I can’t wait to take you, lover.

“You will have your chance later. I want you to turn around and ride him, cowboy style.”  I turn and spread my legs, for the first time you have seen the small patch of hair that frames my pussy lips.  The hair is damp from all the excitement and as I take my position over your legs, I let it brush against your leg, leaving a trail of wetness.  You can’t help but grow in excitement as you anticipate that same moistness engulfing your rock hard cock.  

The tip of your cock brushes my juices as its tip enters my folds.  I tease as I refuse to go any farther down on you.  We both look up at the screen and she has taken her purple vibrator and has rammed it in her twat.  She is now moaning wildly as she uses the vibrator in one hand and with the other is fondling and tugging on her nipples.  This excites both of us as I slam down on your cock, taking all of you in.  I begin bouncing up and down changing pace every few strokes to keep you excited and guessing. 

You take your nails and run them down my back, breaking my skin, causing me to bleed.  Craving the taste of my blood, you lap up the tiny droplets from my back.  Needing more, you lean me back and have me take a bite of the back of my neck.  You feel me moistening further, seeing that I like the way that makes me feel.

Still bouncing on your member, I reach my point of climax, grasping your cock from the inside, and screaming out your name at the same time she has reached her climax and called out your name.  She covers her hand with her juices and this gets you excited.  You begin shoving me down on your cock as hard as you can, enjoying the screams that erupt from me with every pounding. 

You are almost to the point of climax and scream out, “Ohhh, God, I’m going to cum.”  Knowing that she will be angry with you if you make your deposit within me, you pull out of my tight pussy and shove me from your lap.  I hit the floor on my knees as you jump up out of the chair. 

In one swift moment, you grab the back of my hair and force your cock into my mouth, just in time.  As your cock hits my throat you burst, sending the first wave down my throat.  I pull back a little as the second wave shoots into my mouth.  You stroke my hair as you continue to have smaller eruptions until you have relinquished every drop. 

After you have finished, I fondle your spent balls as I gently bob on your member until every drop of cum is cleaned from your cock.  “Get dressed and get out,” she said as she was getting dress herself.  You sat there watching me dress, hooking my corset and finding the rest of the clothes I had left in the closet. 

The next time we looked at the screen, she was gone.  You knew that it was only a matter of time before she was here so you began helping me dress.  My skirt, which barely covered my ass, was not pulled all the way down, showing my missing piece of clothes.  “Where is your thong?” you said looking around the room for the tiny piece of fabric that normally covered my pussy, now dripping with my juices.  “I want you to have them, as a reminder of our time together.  Smell them whenever you want to think of me,” I said as I reached the door to the room.  I hurried through the house, reaching the front door as I was finishing putting myself back together, you following close behind me.

Just as I reached for the doorknob you grabbed my wrist, tugging me to you.  “I will.  When can I see you again?” you ask as you hold me close.  “Only in your dreams,” I respond as I wiggle free of your grip, kissing you on the cheek before I disappear through the open doorway. 

You take the panties from your pocket, where you placed them after I said you could keep them, and put them to your nose.  Taking a deep whiff, you grow hard again and retreat to the computer room to relive the past on the video you made without me noticing.  “I will remember you always,” you say to yourself as you watch us over again, stroking your member with my satin thong.


This post is dedicated to Mr. S. Here’s to all the good times we have had and the good times yet to cum.


Ride Me

Posted in Domination, Uncategorized, Voyeurism, Work Erotica on May 15, 2008 by lolitajohnson

“Nice bike!  Love the color and the lines are so sleek,” I say as I stroke the soft leather seat.  “Get on,” you fume as you straddle the bike.  Hiking up my skirt a little baring the soft edge of my ass, I easily mount the bike, pressing my bare warm pussy to the cold soft leather.  I gasp in shock at the sudden change in comfort. 

“Bet you wish you were wearing something under that skirt now,” you say past your evil grin.  “I thought you liked that I wasn’t wearing anything under my skirt,” I say while biting my lip.  You start the bike, sending vibrations right to my clit.  The seat starts to moisten from my excited pussy. 

“Guess I’ll give you the same treatment you gave me.  Whatever you do, don’t make a mess or I’ll beat your ass,” you grin at me with that evil smile as you rev the engine, watching me try to contain my ever growing need for your rock hard cock in my tight, dripping wet pussy. 

We take off out of the garage and head for the quickest way you know to get out of town.  The vibrations bring me to climax and I bury my nail into your stomach.  “Don’t you make a mess or I’ll beat your ass.  I wasn’t kidding.”

We’d been riding for a while; my skirt inching up so now you could see the small tuft of hair you admired earlier.  You turn off the main road onto a narrow one lane road.  The sign said it was a dead end and it appeared as though it had been a long time since anyone had been this way. 

The shoulders of the road look unkempt as we rode a few more minutes down this path.   Before the road ends we take another turn, this one into a cemetery.  The headstones are older, not marble but limestone, most of the dates are from the 1800’s.  The greenery is slightly overgrown but it does make for a nice seclusion from the roadway.  

Across from the entrance, you notice a car you recognize.  You say nothing to me, but look to see if she is watching.  There she sits on the hood of her car watching our every move.  “This will be exciting.  I love it when she watches me fuck them here,” you think to yourself as you reposition yourself on the bike so you are facing me. 

“Enjoy your ride,” you ask as you take your fingers and manhandle my clit.  Removing them, you take a sniff and lick them clean.  “I thought I told you not to make a mess.  Now I’m gonna have to spank your ass.  Get off my bike!”  I slide off the soaking wet seat and stand next to it, blushing.

“Bend over the seat where you rode,” you order as you come around to the other side to stand behind me.  I bend over the seat, my shirt now wet with cum.  You grab me by the back of my head and yank me back up.  Grabbing my shirt and tearing it open you send buttons scattering into the grass.  You maul the collar off my shoulders and take a bite into my shoulder, my shirt falling to the ground between our feet. 

While still hanging on with your teeth you undo my bra, slipping it off my shoulders and adding it to the ever growing pile of clothes.  Next my skirt, one quick tug and it is on the ground around my ankles.  Pushing me forward, you force me to step out of the skirt and lean against the back of your bike. 

You pull me back up against you by my hair and then wrap your long arms around me, and tug on my nipple rings.  “You like that don’t you.  You like pleasurable pain.  I love to create such pain.  I have a treat planned for you.”  My pussy is now so excited the juices from it are running down my thigh, moistening the lace edges of my stockings. 

You glance across the lane at her and see that she is turned on by this display of your domination.  She sits with her shirt undone, breasts exposed, skirt hoisted up to around her waist.  You can see the glistening from her pussy juices on the hood of the car.  This makes your dick rock hard. 

You force me to lie down on a bench which faces her.  You lift the seat of your bike to reveal a secret compartment filled with every sex toy ever conceived.  You pull out hand cuffs and ankle cuffs and set to work tying me down to the bench.  You bind my hands first and I let you.  As you are binding my ankles you run your hands over my legs sending a small shiver up my spine.  With both hands and feet bound you look through your bag of tricks for the next thing you think I might enjoy.              

You giggle as you grab something pink for out of the secret compartment.  Turning around you show your evil grin as you sit down on the bench next to me.  “Since you enjoyed the ride I thought I would continue it with this,” you say as you show me what little trick you have for me next.

I barely have a chance to look at it when you begin rubbing it against my clit.  The vibrations from it send me quickly to climax as you give my clit a good once over.

While my eyes are rolled back in my head from the pleasure you are giving me, you glance across the way and she has taken her own pink vibrator out and is teasing her clit with it exactly like you are doing to me.  You decide to adapt her speed and slowly move the vibrator down through the folds and slide it into my swollen pussy, exactly as she has done herself.  You watch her face as she pleasures herself, cum drizzling down the black hood of her Cadillac CTS.     

Turning your attention to me once more, you decide that I have had enough pleasure from this tiny vibrator and go once again to the bike’s secret compartment, this time returning empty handed.

You look down on my swollen, dripping wet pussy and the puddle it made on the bench and decide you want a taste.  Onto your knees you go one hand on each of my knees.  I tense up trying to close them to keep you from going any further but with the way you have me tied I am helpless to prevent your advancements.  You bite down my left inner thigh nibbling hard enough to leave red marks where your teeth had been. 

Once you are at my pussy, you take a deep breath in.  “I wonder if this tastes as good as it smells,” you say as you take your tongue and run it the entire length of my pussy from back to front, tickling my engorged clit a little once you’ve reached it.

“Not as bad as I thought,” you joke as you take my clit between your teeth, biting it in the same fashion as you did my thigh.  “Ouch, that hurts, stop it!!!” I yell.  “Shut up bitch before I put you in your place,” you yell back with your hand raised as if you were going to strike me.  I do as I’m told as you now bite my pussy lips, drawing blood.

“Mmmmm, my favorite flavor.” You lash as you suck on my pussy lip, draining it of as much red wine as you can.  I arch my back and attempt to close me legs as again I climax.  “Like that don’t you.“ You reach into your pants pocket and retrieve an item that I hadn’t seen you put there before.  Maneuvering your hands I feel a sharp pain in my pussy.  I can see a silver clip on my swollen clit.  “You like that clip don’t you,” you say as you flick it back and forth.  “Yes I do,” I say as you grab hold of it and give it a rough tug sending my head back as I scream out in delight.

While you tug harder on the clip you bury your fingers in me, I moan, beginning to move my hips in a fucking motion, hoping for more.  You reach as far in me as you can, find my spot and continue to tease it, enjoying the torture this pleasure is giving me.  “I wonder if she can handle as much as my girl can,” you think to yourself as you add another finger and shove even farther in.

You look up to see if she is enjoying the show only to find that she has left.  She isn’t even going to see the best part.  Your anger with her you turn toward me.  You yank the clip so hard that it comes off in your hand.  You undo the hand and ankle cuffs with a frustrated tug.  You grab me by my hair and pull me up by it.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” I beg but it is too late.

You throw me against a headstone, shoving my head down, bending me over it.  You take your hand and smack my ass very hard, leaving a red print of it on my cheek.  I scream out in joy, I love having my ass beat.  You continue to strike me with increasing force until the pleasure becomes pain for me and I yell out for you to stop.

I can hear the tinkling of your belt as you undo it from around your waist, the sound of the leather clearing the loops unbearable in my ears.  You take the belt and double it over making a nice whip which you take across my ass.  I let out a little scream of joy and this only makes you more excited. 

While you whip the belt across my ass you undo your pants, releasing your cock from its confines.  You throw the belt to the ground at my feet and take my hips in your hands, burying your nails into my flesh. 

You see my pussy dripping wet with cum, cum which you have worked so hard for.  “I love how much pain you can take before you cry,” you whisper in my ear and you take your hard dick and shove it into my tight pussy, burying it in as far as it will go.  I moan and tighten my pussy around it, making waves with it, exciting you even more.

You begin to pump me with strength that I can barely handle.  After only a few strokes of your cock in my pussy I cum, scratching at the headstone and shaking hard.  You don’t let this stop you though.  You continue pumping your cock into me at a faster pace than before and when you feel me tighten around your dick again you slow to almost a stop.  You don’t want me to come just yet so you wait until I loosen up my pussy muscles from their death grip on your cock.

Leaning over me, you wrap your arm around me and using your fingers, massage my clit, feeling its hardness and pulsing between your fingers.  You bite my back with full force, slamming your cock as hard as you can into my pussy.  This sends shockwaves up my spine and sends me to climax, screaming the whole way. 

You release your grip from my back, leaving a bloody ring where your teeth had been.  Whispering in my ear you say,” You are not allowed to cum until I tell you or you will pay a very painful price.”  I agree to this as you ride me harder from behind, pumping as fast as you can.  Twisting your hands in my hair, you pull me toward you using my hair like the handlebars on your motorcycle.  I take my hands and gently tug my nipples, sending myself almost over the climactic edge this time.  “Don’t you dare cum or you will pay the price.”  “Please let me cum,” I beg but you refuse me. 

You decide you want to see my face as I cum so you grab me up from the bent position.  Turning me around you grab my ass hard, slapping each ass cheek almost as hard as you had when you were beating my ass.  You lift me by my ass and set me on the headstone.  You grab me around the neck, applying a slight pressure, while you shove your rock hard, dripping wet cock back into my tight pussy. 

Pushing me back slightly, allowing for easy viewing of the fuck you are giving me, I quickly cum to climax again from the reduced blood flow to my brain.  Again I beg to cum and this time you agree as I shower your cock with more of my wetness.  My eyes roll back in my head, and I scream as best I can through the choking.  This makes you so hard that you almost cum inside me, staving off the climax by mere moments.  This pleasurable pain can’t end so soon.

While you’re still buried inside me, using one hand tugging a nipple ring and the other rubbing my clit with all the roughness your supple fingers can muster, you feel me climax again, feeling yourself throb through it all.  I grab hold of you, wrapping my legs around your waist and arms around your neck.  Getting leverage, I pull myself up on you until I am sitting on your cock.  You grab my ass and carry me to the seat of your motorcycle letting me bounce up and down on your cock at the tempo which I desire.  I bury my face in your neck and give it a gentle bite but change my mind quickly before you hurt me for leaving a mark. 

You lean me over the seat of the motorcycle, only my back touching the seat.  You take over the pace and continue riding me, allowing me to climax one last time. 

You pull out of me and grabbing my hair, force me off the seat of your motorcycle.  On my knees is the position you force me into, pushing me by my hair.  Using my hair you force my mouth open and I gobble up your cock, still dripping wet with my cum. 

Taking a hold of the hair on both sides of my head, you control the depth and speed at which I suck my juices from your dick.  You begin to tense and I can feel the power of what is to cum as you shower the back of my throat with your hot juices.  You shove your dick in as far as you can again, shooting the next shot of hot cum down the back of my throat as well.

You release my hair and I continue to suck your cock, draining it of all its juices.  The last shot of cum doesn’t go to the back of my throat, instead it is shot into my mouth.  I slowly, deeply suck all the juices from your dick.  Once you have begun to soften I release your dick from my mouth, holding it in my hand.  I gently kiss the tip of it and swish your last juices around my mouth, swallowing it like I was sampling a fine wine.

You stand there and let me gently kiss the length of your quickly limping cock, stroking my hair as I tenderly kiss your shaft from tip to balls and back again.  I cup your fully drained balls in my hand and give them a soft squeeze and a gentle kiss.  You feel the urge swelling in you so you must take action before this fuck gets out of hand.

Shoving me away you say,” Now get dressed, I’m late.” I hurry into my clothes, almost putting my shirt on backwards.  You smirk as you do up your pants at this sight of a young girl dressing in front of you.  You start your motorcycle before I’m even fully dressed and shout over the motor, “Get on!” 

Even though my shirt isn’t fully buttoned I straddle the back of the motorcycle.  You drive off in a huff, saying something to me which I fail to hear over the revving of the engine.  You tear out of the cemetery, back on the road less traveled, where we are going unknown to me.