So I have been babysitting for this biker couple for a few years now. I just recently found out that their nephew will be staying with them, even though he is older he is not trusted to watch the twins. Craig, the nephew is around 26, and works as a motorcycle mechanic. Evidently the biker thing runs in the family, and Craig is an all out “bad boy” type.
I was asked to babysit on Friday and was not expecting a visitor, and was startled when Craig walked in. The twins were in their cribs sleeping and I was hanging out in the front room on my laptop. He walked in and I about jumped out of my seat. Then I remembered them telling me about Craig. I wasn’t really expecting to see him since it was a Friday night.
Craig was wearing a work shirt and and work pants and had a very rough sexiness about him. He just kinda muttered a hey to me and went upstairs to shower. I was sitting on the couch chatting on my laptop when he came downstairs. He stood in the doorway checking me out, and I could not help but close out my chat and focus my attention on him.
We had exchanged a little chitchat and I could not help but get a crush on this guy. He was such a bad boy and very fucking hot! Craig invited me up to his room to show me pictures of his bike he’s working on. But I had other ideas as did he!
When the Garrisons returned Craig went ahead and offered to give me a ride home. Riding bitch on his Triumph motorcycle was awesome. The night was perfect and he pulled off the main road to my house and took me down to a small cemetery hidden off the road. He parked and pulled a paper bag with a bottle in it from his pack.
Craig heads away from the bike with the bag shouting back to me “Are you coming or are you going to just stand there?” I followed him over to a mausoleum where he sat on a slab of cement and took a swig of whisky and handed me the bag. “Go ahead” smirking at me expecting me to protest. I grabbed the bag and took a big swig. We sat and shared the bottle. I was beginning to feel a little light headed and Craig unzipped his pants telling me I needed to earn my ride home.
To be continued when you help me finish the story.