Cinnamon Hearts

Prologue

Nick Kyle could smell the asphalt as the sun cooked the blacktop. He sat in his sedan, locked in traffic. The space between vehicles had shrunk consistently with ever change of the lights but Nick had not moved forward a full city block in half an hour. A typical commute back home after a day's work at the marketing firm.
Normally, Nick would look around for an outside influence to distract him, "what was the lady behind him eating," "do I recognize any of the other drivers," "what are they arguing about?" But today was different. Today was a special kind of torture.
Regardless of how hard he tried it was unavoidable. Directly ahead of him was a woman, with a gorgeous body--erect, and poised like a model in a photo session. She was strattling a glossy black speed bike decalled with a rounded red heart above the rear fender, tilted and off center but in a way that made it look intentional. She'd look to the left and her long, almost black hair would float behind her and shine seraph-like against the glow of the hot sun. She'd look right, and he could see, exposed between her black helmet and her tight 3/4 length leather jacket, the sweat glistening in the light on her sun-kissed neck.
The light turned green and everyone made to drive forward again. The woman ahead of Nick bent one knee, her back arched slightly and she hip continued to hold her other leg outstretched, ready to touch pavement once more. Traffic stopped almost immediately and she checked her mirror, looked back up ahead of her and put her other foot back down. Nick estimated a total progress of approximately three feet. He shrugged, not bad he thought to himself.
The woman ahead put her hands on the seat behind her and leaned back on her bike. She looked to the right again and Nick could see her sigh. Even from behind he could see the rise and fall of her breast and shoulders.
He took a deep and ragged breath. He hadn't had sex in 6 months and watching this woman was almost more than he could take. He had the feeling she new he was watching her too but it didn't matter to him. He was not going to deny himself the pleasure of watching her as she made each and every graceful action with her fit and slender body.
He thought briefly about his decaying marriage. He and his wife, Alexandra(everyone called her Ali) had been so happy and full of life when they were first married. They built a life together. Bought a five bedroom home, and sedan together, and made countless life plans, all in preparation for having children. Nick liked kids, and always assumed he'd have some. But that's not what fate had in store for them.
After a year of trying, they went to a fertility clinic and found Nick was sterile. For the next two years, they tried everything under the sun to help boost Nick's sperm count. From diets to meditation, to exercise to drinking some of the worst tasting hippy concoctions imaginable, they tried everything... but no success.
The light changed green again. Nobody moved ahead of him. He tapped his thumb idly on the steering wheel. The dark angel ahead was checking her mirror again, adjusting it with her hand and Nick realized he'd just been staring at her perfect, round ass for the passed few minutes, the black leather exentuating her every curve with its reflective nature. He thought he saw her give him a slight nod.
Na, could have been anything, he told himself. Her hands left the handlebars and reached to her middle back. She held them there for a moment, pulling her jacket tight against her back. Her hands began to slowly move down her exposed lower back and her head tilted and turned to look back at him. Her fingertips slowly made their way to her waste and she flipped up her coat an inch or two, just enough to give Nick a better look at her glistening tanned skin.
He was starting to think she was giving him a bit of a show when she tucked a finger from each hand into the sides of her tight pants and slowly pulled out the bands of her dark red thong. Her fingers worked from her hips toward the center of the thong and slowly exposed the entire width of it. As her fingers reached the center of her panties, she gently pulled up and ached her back to give the impression she was lifting her ass off the seat of the bike by her thong.
Nick felt his pants getting tight and he began to daydream about the goddess on the bike. How he'd like to bring her into his car, tear her pants down to her knees and fuck her from behind, or just walk up to her and let her blow his dick through her helmet. The way he felt, he was beginning to think a public indecency charge would be a small fee to pay to experience any part of this women's body.
He focused ahead again and found she was resting her hands in front of her as she sat, slowly and almost imperceptibly grinding against the seat of her bike. Nick could feel precum leaking from his dick and he he considered, for the first time in his life, jacking off in his car. As he watched this leather bound vixen trying to make a mess out of him, he could feel the familiar dull ache in his testicles of having been denied release for too long. He looked to either side as if someone might have noticed how erect he was--
A horn blared behind him. Nick looked forward to see a green light and the object of his lusty daydream driving away and waving her fingers as she turned the corner. No doubt now, the show was for him.
At least traffic was moving again. Nick pulled at the crotch of his pants in a vain attempt to make more room in them and continued straight through the lights.
His mind drifted back to thoughts of Ali again. She wanted children more than anything. Anyone could tell. She started her career as an elementary school teacher, usually teaching the first or second grade. After their problems conceiving, she went back to university so she could become accredited to teach high school. Her mother, wretched woman, Nick thought, said it was because she found it too painful being around the young children all the time.
Ali had suggested using a sperm donor, but Nick had shot that down instantly. He wasn't going to let some other random man impregnate his wife with god knows what genes, and then spend his life raising that man's kid. Never. And neither of them felt adoption was a viable option for them.
After so long of trying simply to conceive, the excitement and romance was lost from sex. And after a while longer, the sex was lost entirely as it had become viewed only as a means to getting what they could never have... in Ali's mind at least.
Now, six months without feeling the heat of a women's body, or the passion of one's lips, Nick could think of little else throughout most of his days.
On his way to work, he'd be upset if he didn't see an attractive woman jogging in her athletic gear. At work, he dreaded having an attractive female client, because he would invariably lose track of what she was saying as he sat there vacantly admiring her, or he'd have to expend considerable effort in not becoming aroused, and lose track of what she was saying. This usually meant, he would not land a job for his attractive female clients. And on his way home, he would be so consumed with thoughts of women, he noticed it was beginning to effect his driving habits.
He thought again of the beautiful leather-bound rider from before. With any luck, maybe he'd see her again in the near future. It wasn't uncommon for him to notice the same people driving home on his end-of-day commute.
Nick continued to indulge in his sexual daydreams the entire way back to his home, trying to imagine all the different ways he would ravage his biker babe, if given the chance.
Fuck, was she perfect.