“Please honey, it's important to me.”
After much persuasion, Jessie relented and went with him.
Devoid of sight, her other senses had become keener, and upon hearing a gentle whirring, realized a door was opening.
“Step this way, come and meet my baby,” he said, excitement in his voice. Matt led her inside.
A distinct aroma of leather filled Jessie's nostrils. “Where am I?” she asked, shivering, feeling cold.
“Patience dear, all will become clear. This is my workshop.” Then he helped her on with a jacket, and the scent of leather grew stronger. “Mm, looks good on you.” Then he whipped the blindfold from off her eyes, and said, “Well, what do you think?”
Jessie blinked unbelievingly. “A Harley Sportster Cruiser!” Jessie immediately recognized the model.
“I bought it at an auction, and restored it. I know how you love having something hot between your thighs. Now, let's go for a ride and reclaim our youth!”