Harley gives the best rides - the first date
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My parents’ jobs meant we all moved to California when I was in my late-teens, so I finished school and college in the UK. I spent long lazy summers in their place in Half Moon Bay, just south of San Francisco, flying back to London each term. I didn’t really miss them that much, as college life was pretty full on – if you know what I mean!! But when I finished my studies the UK economy wasn’t doing that well and I found it hard to find a good job to start a career. I did a few short contract jobs building website backends for large retailers but didn’t find them particularly stimulating so when, during one of our weekly catch up calls, mum said “Why not come over here? There are loads of jobs on offer.”
So that was it. I packed up my meagre belongings and off I went. My friends were like “Wow, Jules, California, I’m so jealous.” And, “Can we come see you?” But at heart I think they were really sad, and I wasn’t. I’m not a hard-nosed kind of girl I’m just a bit of a realist. There was more pushing me to go than there was pulling me to stay. I always say, that the best coders are logical!
My United Airlines flight left Heathrow at 3.20pm one cold and rainy Wednesday in November, (blimey it was 6 years ago – 2014! Time flies when you’re having fun) and after a pretty uneventful 11 hours later, landed in a cool and foggy San Francisco at 6.30pm local time. I’d taken a couple of anti-histamine tabs so had managed to sleep, well drowse really, on the flight, but even so it was 2.30am Thursday according to my body clock. Mum and Dad were there to meet me, after I cleared customs, not the most pleasant experience I can tell you, US customs that is, none of that “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.” spirit! Dad grabbed my bags and Mum hustled me out to the waiting car. Did I say car? More like a massive SUV. Huge thing, a Chevvy Something or other! But wonderfully comfortable as we drive through San Mateo on US-101 S and CA-92 W to Half Moon Bay. It was close to 9pm (5am my time) by the time we pulled up at their condo and I was knackered. I left my bags in the corner of my room and crashed.
I spent most of Thursday and Friday getting myself straight, you know, clothes put away, phone contract sorted, updating my location on all my social apps and generally saying “Hello world. I’m here, come and say hello”, digitally! Then it was the weekend and family stuff took over, meeting up with their new neighbours, and the old ones ..again! Family dinners, lots of Mum & Dad talks about what I was going to do with my life, ideas about where I could get a job, hell they even suggested I work for them! No way Jose! Like I said I was in no hurry, my UK work had given me a bit of a nest-egg to fall back on. Towards the end of the second week I started to get bored of just hanging around the house or heading down the ocean for a coffee, I know, terrible isn’t it? I decided it was time I changed my profile pic, so I nipped into the back garden and snapped a shot standing next to some strelitzias, they’re also known as the “bird of paradise” plant, subliminal messaging at its best I thought!
Over the weekend I started to get a few hits from the dating apps I had been using in London, thankfully they’re global these days. The usual series of weirdos who thought I might be some new “meat” to devour, but thankfully some that looked serious options. Mostly they were based in San Francisco, which was a pain to get to, almost 2 hours by bus or an expensive taxi ride, yet only just over half an hour to drive! As I was already on the family car insurance, I’d asked to borrow Mum’s run-about, yes of course it was a Prius! Mum said that was fine so thankfully I was mobile! I wanted to go into San Francisco anyway to check out the scene, the IT scene, I’d heard lots of stories of companies moving out and I wanted to hook up with some agencies to see if that was true and get an idea of what opportunities there were for me. Right, I figured, let’s kill two birds with one stone – well three actually! One, check out the agencies and two/three, arrange to meet a couple of guys who’d made my shortlist – Rick and Harley.
I checked out the reviews and identified a couple of agencies that seemed interesting. I emailed them my CV and added a message that I’d be in the city next week. Happily, both of them replied and I made a couple of appointments, one mid-morning and the other mid-afternoon for the following Tuesday. OK, number one sorted now for two and three. I messaged them both to see if they could meet up, it worked out perfectly, Rick could make lunch but not later and Harley was completely relaxed about the time. I’d told them I was checking out job agencies so we agreed to meet up at one of the many Starbucks downtown. Public and safe, with lots of people around!!
Come Monday morning Mum and Dad left early for work, they didn’t wake me but I heard the Chevvy start up and I wasn’t able to get back to sleep, so I slid into my dressing gown and went in search of some orange juice and coffee! I sat at the large breakfast bar with a glimpse of the ocean in the distance. The OJ was fresh, tart and scrummy. The coffee? Not so good. I was used to a delicate French blend, but the only thing I could find was too bitter for my tastes. Feeling peckish I hunted through the cupboards and fridge and came across some bagels and cream cheese. Excellent! Five minutes later I was happily munching my breakfast, when a message pinged up. It was from Harley. He was suggesting a change of meeting place. He proposed we met at the Top of the Mark. I hadn’t been there in years, I remembered the view of the sunset being pretty fantastic, and it was usually pretty busy, so I felt both safe and excited! Definitely one nil to Harley! And that set my mind racing. I was going to be meeting two new guys in less than 48 hours, I needed to find out more about them. Time for my research skills.
It didn’t take me long to locate their details, I know a couple of “hush hush” tools to help compile data from multiple sources. I smiled to myself and wondered if they were doing the same thing or leaving things up to fate. Either way, I planned to be as fully briefed as possible. I was on my second cup of coffee, I needed the caffeine, when my searches identified their Facebook pages.
Rick’s page was full of posts highlighting his lifestyle, he seemed to have lots of friends, over 500! He was clearly an active guy, lots of shots of him taken out running, pausing to enjoy the view and frequently looking a bit sweaty. I had to admit, he had a great bod! Broad shoulders, narrow hips, classic! His grey-green eyes had a definite twinkle, he was a confident person, and successful too. He was in IT sales and his LinkedIn profile showed how his career had developed after his degree. He was now running a small team targeting pharmaceutical companies, selling them software services. The pictures taken at work showed his office, a definite mark of his status. I saw that I shared some of his task in music and he said that he was into dancing. He sounded pretty interesting.
Harley’s online presence was a bit different. I’ll admit it, I’d selected him on the basis of his looks. He was hot! In a slightly tousled haired, bare chested, manly man kind of way, and he was a few years older than me whereas Rick was the same age, almost exactly. Normally I veer away from he-men but there was something in those piercing blue eyes and that wide smile that grabbed my attention. He had worked in IT some years ago but lately there didn’t appear to be any obvious signs of employment, yet from the limited pictures on show it was clear that he enjoyed a luxurious lifestyle. Very intriguing. His LinkedIn profile provided the answer. It appeared that he’d been part of a startup company, in the security space, and they’d been bought out by Google. I knew that Google had an awful lot of money to throw around. I wondered how much Harley and his colleagues got!
So, two different but interesting guys. I felt that I would have a lot in common with both of them, probably more with Rick, but I kept coming back to those eyes. Maybe I needed a combination of them both, my mind suddenly made a jump – maybe I needed both of them - together. Hey, it had been a long-held fantasy of mine. The idea of being pleasured, that’s pleasured not dominated, by two gorgeous guys. Now that I had a couple of faces to add to the fantasy it felt a bit more real. Sufficiently real that I realised that may hand had slid inside my dressing gown and was pulling at one of my nipples. I gasped as a sharp thrill went through my body. With my other hand I undid the dressing gown and slid it off my shoulders. I was naked, in the kitchen, I didn’t know if anyone could see me or not. I didn’t care, but just in case I backed against the wall away from the window. I could still see the light from the early morning sun playing across my breasts. I wished I could suck my own nipples, I tried to imagine the guys sucking one each. The idea made me moan. My fingers were eagerly rubbing my pussy, I could feel the lips puffing up slightly and my juices were flowing. I lifted my hand to my mouth and sucked on my moist fingers. I used the fingers of my other hand to stimulate my clit. I imagined it was Rick, then Harley doing it. My left hand was Rick, my right Harley. Which one would make me climax? By now I was squeezing my bum against the wall, trying to increase the friction and the pressure. It was working. I felt my pussy start to throb, and every time a finger brushed against my clit it sent an electric shock through the tops of my legs. And then it happened, it was like my veins had filled with pressurised hot water, the feeling burst through my lower body, overloading my senses in the most intensely enjoyable way. I cried out loud, and my legs almost buckled. Slowly the sensations began to die down, who had sent me over the top I wondered? And then I realised, I had both my hands stuffed against my pussy. Was this a sign? I laughed to myself. If it was it would be a first. Perhaps it was really just a symptom of how horny I was. Whatever. It made me look forward to Tuesday even more!
I was up early, I wasn’t sure what the traffic would be like, I didn’t want to be late for the first agency. I’d picked out my outfit the night before. Most definitely “girl at AllSaints”, one of their funky, grey camo-like design t-shirts to go with black moleskin fitted trousers and my favourite black leather jacket, finished off with a pair of shortie length, low heeled, black suede boots. Breakfast was a brief affair. I didn’t want to eat much as I had two potential meals to cope with later. So just a small bowl of muesli and some OJ to get me going. TomTom said it would take me just under an hour to get to the car park in Union Square and my appointment was at 10.30, so I reckoned that if I left at 9 that would give me plenty of time. The drive in was pretty uneventful, and even through the misty rain it was interesting to see how the city had changed since I was last there, less than a year, but the pace of redevelopment seemed to have accelerated, and remember this was the city that rebuilt I580 in record time after the big earthquake in 2007!
Parking turned out to be a breeze and thankfully the rain had stopped so I arrived at the first agency in plenty of time, and dry! The meeting seemed to go well, they were definitely impressed by my CV and were very positive about the range of jobs they could set me up for. They seemed to be focused more on contract work rather than full time roles, but that was fine with me, I still hadn’t worked out exactly what I wanted to do. I signed some paperwork for them so they could get references and happily breezed out the door just before noon. Lunch with Rick, in Starbucks(!) was at 12.30 but as they had free wifi I decided to head there straight away and check up on emails. My head was buried in my laptop when I heard a man’s voice ask, inquiringly, “Jules?”. I looked up to see Rick standing over me. “I’m sorry”, I replied, “I must have lost track of time, nice to meet you Rick.”
He had a confident handshake, and a lovely smile – very warm and welcoming. He removed his raincoat and sat down opposite me. He was wearing a dark grey jacket, checked shirt and jeans – classic IT in San Francisco dress code. “You look just your profile pic. It’s frightening the number of people who don’t, you know.” “Ah”, I thought to myself, “this man’s got a history of dating!” I just smiled back and said “Well I should hope so, I only took it a couple of days ago!” He complimented my outfit, “I’m loving that jacket, where did you get it?” I told him that it was from AllSaints in London. “Yes, I read that you’ve just arrived here from the UK. How are you finding it?” I told him that my parents had moved here some years ago and that I’d stayed to finish college but my experiences of California drew me here. We chatted away for half an hour before Rick abruptly said. “Lunch! Gotta eat something soon. Did I mention that I’m diabetic? No of course I didn’t, sorry”. I started to say how sorry I was and he cut me off. “No problem, I have got it totally under control, I just had to follow a certain routine, food-wise, and I’m as good as new.” I wondered if that had anything to do with his dating history, did it impact on his relationships? It didn’t bother me at that moment.
I grabbed a salad and Rick had a chicken sandwich and a sticky bun. “Oh very healthy”, I teased him. “No, it’s spot on, doctor’s orders”. He smiled back at me. It was easy chatting to him, even though I had to bite my tongue on a couple of occasions lest I let him know how much research I’d done on him! And then it was time for him to go. He had some pitch he was off to after lunch. “I’m really sorry”, he apologised, “but I have to go, this is a big deal, so boss man has to be there to show face!” I brushed aside his apology with a wave of my hand, “Go”, I said, “I’ve got to prepare for my next agency meeting anyway.” We both stood up, Rick grabbed his raincoat and case and then realised what he’d done. He quickly put them down and offered his hand. I took it and also leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek. “It’s been great to meet you, Rick. Hopefully we’ll meet again.” “Excellent”, he gushed, “I do hope so – message me, sorry I must dash.” And he was gone! I sat back, sipping on my latest cup of coffee, and tried to analyse the meeting. It had felt like a meeting, closer to a business meeting than a date, and even the goodbyes felt like that. Hmm....maybe, maybe not.
Time to focus on the afternoon’s agency meeting. Personal head, off. Professional head, on! To be honest I don’t remember much detail from that meeting. I didn’t get the same feeling of positivity as I had from the people in the morning and I was feeling rather pissed off when I left their swanky offices. I didn’t feel that they were “people” people, more focused on meeting targets. Was that some bias creeping in from my meeting with Rick, there I said it “meeting” rather than “date”.
So, Harley at Top of the Mark. I wondered how that was going to go. I needed to kill a bit of time, and get my head in the right frame of mind, so I jumped on a tram down to Fisherman’s Wharf. I’d always loved this place. OK, so it was really touristy, but I loved browsing through the gift shops, and of course Ghiradelli’s was there. I got off the tram and wandered along to Pier 39 to check on the sea lions, yep they were there. Even though it was a weekday there were still plenty of people around, the place had a happy buzz, which helped to clear my head. A couple of good coffees and ok, a bit of chocolate later and I was back on an even keel which was lucky as it was now time to head off to the Top of the Mark. A couple of tram rides later there I was pressing the button for the 19th floor of the Intercontinental. The Top of the Mark was somewhere I’d been before, I loved being able to walk around getting a 360 degree view of the city, usually jealous of the people sitting in the right seats to view the sunset. I wasn’t exactly sure where as supposed to meet up with Harley so I went up to one of the staff at the reception and said I was meeting someone. “Ah, you must be Jules!” She instantly got my full attention. “What? How did you know?” “I’m sorry to surprise you”, she could see I was a bit flustered. “He’s already here, he booked a table on the west side! The ladies’ restroom is just over there”, she pointed out the sign near the elevator. “When you’re ready I’ll show you over.”
She came out from behind her desk and walked ahead of me around the sumptuous paneling, I could feel my feet sinking into the deep pile of the carpet. Then she stopped and pointed to a table which I reckoned probably had the best view of the sunset. Sitting at the table was Harley. He seemed to sense me approaching and got up from his seat. “Hi, Jules. Great to meet you, in the flesh”, he reached out an arm and leant towards me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, both cheeks actually. I saw him mouth the words “Thank you”, presumably to his sister. He guided me to my seat and then sat down himself. He looked different from his profile picture. The curly brown hair was slightly longer, his face now partially obscured by a tightly cropped beard. His jacket, it looked like suede, was casually draped across the back of his chair. The top two buttons of his dark blue shirt were undone, revealing a few curls of dark brown hair. He was, of course, wearing jeans.
His eyes seemed to drink in my appearance. “AllSaints!” He said, “If I’m not mistaken, right?” “Wow”, I nodded, “I’m impressed.” He smiled, “Nah, I’m a cheat”, he laughed, “I’ve just finished a bit of consultancy work for them, I’ve seen some very similar designs in their store, so I just guessed.”
“What kind of consultancy?” I inquired. “Ah, just some back-office security assessments, I know one of their VP’s - it just a favour really, I owed him one.” He said it like it was just a bit of fun, whereas to me it sounded pretty damn serious stuff. AllSaints was a big, and growing brand, yet here he was casually dismissing his involvement. He was just sitting back in his chair, looking very relaxed, not to mention very hot!
“So”, he said steepling his fingers in front of him, “Tell me all about yourself. How did you get to be here, now?” Before I realised it I was telling this man my complete life story, ok not all the details, a girl has to have a little mystery. This felt very, very, different to meeting Rick. Harley seemed genuinely interested, he kept nodding and asking for the odd bit of clarification. He seemed to care. This was not what I had expected for a first “date”, yes, that’s what this felt like, most definitely a “date”.
A waiter approached, and two cocktails were deposited on the table between us, along with a series of small plates of various nibbles. “I apologise up front”, his eyebrows raised briefly, “I promise not to stage manage anything else. I just wanted to set the scene so to speak.” “Well”, I said wagging a finger at him, “You haven’t done too bad so far, but less guesswork equals less mistakes.” He mimicked tugging his forelock and raised his glass, “To the future, and whatever it may hold!”. I raised my glass and joined him in the toast. I wondered what would the future hold? Well one thing for certain, was that there wouldn’t be a fantastic sunset that evening, the fog was obliterating the view, but never mind it made me concentrate on him.
“You seem to be totally chilled”, I challenged him, “How can that be? Is there something I should know about you that you’re hiding from me?” I sat back in my chair and looked at him over the edge of my drink. Harley still seemed completely at ease, damn him! He scratched behind his ear then rubbed his hands together, as if warning them up. “Well, you’ve told me a lot about you so let me tell you a bit about me. I’ll try not to tell too many fibs!”
“I’m San Fran, born and bred, my folks run an internet café on Waller Street in Haight Ashury. I’ve got an older brother, Ryan and a younger sister, Eloise, you met her.” He looked over his shoulder to see if she was around. “After school, I went to Cal Tec, where I met a bunch of like-minded guys, we spent our time researching the way businesses were developing online. It became clear that online was going to become a major channel. And that meant that the bad guys would be looking to see how they could rip it off. We developed a system to check that a transaction was kosher.” He stopped to drink a drink. “We got some venture capital people to back us and we were off. Two years later, we had an expanding customer base, great IT media press and then we got a phone call. It was from someone close to Jeff Bezos. They made us an offer we couldn’t refuse. That was five years ago. Since then I’ve been doing a bit of consultancy here and there but basically just enjoying life.” He leant back and clasped his hands behind his head. “That’s my life up to date, so tell me why you’re here”.
His smile never left his face, it just changed its intensity to match the highs and lows of my story, occasionally butting in gently with a question or request for clarification. I was totally engrossed in telling my story, Harley seemed so interested to hear it, a good listener. I wasn’t even aware of the light changing outside as the sun set...behind the clouds! Then I realised that the lighting had changed around too us as more of the Mark’s lights were switched on. I glanced at my watch, it was already gone 7. OK, it wasn’t late but I’d been out all day and was beginning to feel slightly jaded. I’d already explained my full day to Harley and he leant across the table and laid his hand gently on mine. “Hey, you’re drifting”, he teased me, “I was going to suggest dinner but I think that’s for another time”. He frowned slightly, “there will be another time won’t there Jules?” I put my hand on top of his and nodded. “I’m really sorry, this is really embarrassing, I’m having such a good time too.”
Harley called for the bill, refusing point blank to let me go Dutch. He took my arm and guided me out to the elevators. “I’ll leave you here, I’ve got some stuff to sort out here”. I could hear the warmth and, yes, the sadness in his voice. It was clear he was a bit disappointed the evening was ending so soon. I apologised again, then the lift doors opened. He put both his arms on my shoulders and drew my close. He kissed me gently, briefly, then set me free, that smile, still written large across his face as the doors closed. I exhaled, loudly, I realised that I’d been holding my breath, a good sign. I knew that I wanted to see him again. The lift doors opened and I walked out onto the street, I could feel the drop in temperature and zipped up my jacket. It took me 15 minutes to get back to my car, but they seemed to pass in an instant. Before I knew it I was unlocking the Prius. I threw my jacket onto the seat beside me and I heard my phone buzz. It was a message, a message from Harley. “Thanks for a wonderful date, I can’t wait to do it again. This time you choose the time and the place – I'll be there H, XX.”
I smiled to myself and settled down to drive back to Half Moon Bay, but rather than take the quick way I decided to head for the coast and take Route 1, I needed to clear my head, it was my brain that was tired, my body was still alert. As I left the city behind me and drove past Pacifica and Linda Mar I realised I could still feel the touch of Harley’s lips on mine. I shuddered as the thrill of that memory coursed through my body, I felt that I needed more. I started to check the roadside laybys to see just how private they might be. I allowed my right hand to fall from the steering wheel to rub the seam of my trousers, the softness of the moleskin felt good, but it wasn’t enough.
I saw the sign for Montara State Beach coming up and pulled off. The car park was deserted so I pulled into an area shaded by trees and switched off the engine. I waited to let my eyes adjust to the light and then, sure that I was alone, I unzipped my trousers and pushed them down below my knees, my pants followed. I was able to part my legs just enough to allow my hands free roam across my stomach and down to my thighs. Slowly I let them draw closer to my sex. I imagined it was Harley (not Rick) who was gently rubbing my clit. My pussy was getting wet, the lips slightly puffy, it was so easy to slide 2 fingers inside me. My breath was coming faster, my hips were grinding into the seat and the electric shocks I got each time I touched my clit were increasing in their power. I wondered what Harley’s tongue would feel down there, or the pressure of his cock on my pussy walls as it came inside me. “Oh my god, fuck yes, yes!”, my orgasm hit me with an intense rush, my hips were forced back into the seat and my hands trapped between my thighs until the climax settled down. Wow, the power of my imagination was amazing, I wondered what the real thing might be like.
I rearranged my clothes, checking to see that noone had been watching me, I couldn’t see anyone. “Phew!” I got my phone out and decided to send Harley a message. “Had a truly wonderful time. I’ll be in touch, soon! Jules, X”. Just one X – treat ‘em mean, keep ‘em keen! I dropped the phone onto the seat and started the engine. The rest of the drive was uneventful, the low cloud obscured any moonlight so the view of ocean was obscured, no problem, my own imagination was still feeling pretty good. And I had a good idea of the place for our second date, Ghiradelli’s at Fisherman’s Wharf!