TANYA THE NORSE WOMAN BIKER
by Hamlet
TANYA BEGINS HER BIKERIDE ACROSS THE USA 


The weather was cold and rainy as Tanya Helgasdottir pulled up on her
Hardanger motorbike outside the The Best Western Plus Inn in Towanda
Pennsylvania USA,.

She was dressed as most Norse Women were in shiny black leather wearing black
high heeled boots with razor sharp heels, black leather trousers and a leather
basque and leather gloves that went right up her arms. Her long blonde hair
tied in a ponytail completed the stunning effect.

Tanya knew she was very intelligent and completely fearless. She had a PHD in
Psychology from the University of Haraldshus in Norseland., her speciality in
Risero her home City in Norseland where she was a fully trained psychologist
counselling men with sexual problems.

The muscles in her legs were so large beneath her thigh length boots, but very
sensual. She loved to wear sleeveless blouses to show the muscles in her arms
and shoulders. And she bought them one size too small to make sure her large
breasts on top of her firm chest muscles strained at the leather garment.

And there was no fat. Just beautiful, bronzed skin over solid muscle. She
slowly flexed them during the counselling sessions. Any man who was not
aroused was totally brain dead. Perhaps that's why she was so popular.

But Tanya was very serious about her work. She wanted to help the men who come
to her. She wanted to help them with their problems, their "hang-ups", and
their fetishes.

Especially the fetishes. Tanya had one fetish that was almost out of control.
She loved to fight and beat other foreigners and oslander men. She was aroused
when she felt her muscles straining against those of another foreign man.

And she was hooked in her work. . When she was abroad as in the USA she put on
her most provocative clothes. There was always a challenge and she always won.

.

She kept her body in almost perfect shape. She lifted weights for hours at the
Gym and Fitness Centre in Risero . She ran. She swam. She skied She wanted to
make sure she was ready for the next fight.

Fighting had become an obsession for her. She knew she had a problem with her
obsession with physical conflict.

Yet at the same time she loved to help people with their problems. And her
"cure rate" was very high.

She had read that the Best Western Motel provided exceptional accommodation in
the heart of Shale Region in Pennsylvania's beautiful natural
surroundings.Astounding views of the Endless Mountain could be enjoyed from
the hotel. The spacious guestrooms featured contemporary furnishings and
modern requirements such as high speed internet kitchen implements, LCD
televisions, and free local calls. Mornings were made much brighter with the
complimentary American style breakfasts of pancakes, maple syrup bacon
sausages toast and endless coffee refills. Professional travellers appreciated
the modern business centre at the hotel and its closeness to companies such as
Frontier and Cabot Oil. After visiting country fairs and craft shows, guests
could unwind with a swim in the indoor pool. The motel also featured free
parking a fitness centre where she could display her huge muscles and work for
as long as she liked.

Towanda was the county seat of Bradford County, Pennsylvania, United States,
66 miles northwest of Scranton on the Susquehanna River. The name meant
"burial ground" in the Algonquian Indian language. Settled in 1784 and
Incorporated in 1828, Towanda was once known primarily for its industrial
interests, which included flour, planning and silk mills, a foundry and
machine shop, dye works, and manufacturers of talking machines, cut glass,

toys and furniture. Currently, the 2010 census confirmed that the population
of Towanda was 2,919

This was the first stop in her journey across the USA from New York to
Francisco a journey of 2907 miles where she would board the plane back to her
beloved Norseland .In many ways she wanted to emulate the hero in On the Road
by Jack Kerouac based on the travels of Kerouac and his friends across America

She had really enjoyed her journey setting out from New York about lunchtime
She had been staying in a small hotel on W.64th Street. She had ridden right
up the Henry Hudson Parkway at full speed ignoring all speed limits. She had
crossed the George Washington Bridge a double-decked suspension bridge
spanning the Hudson River, connecting the Washington Heights neighbourhood in
Manhattan in New York City to Fort Lee, Bergen County, New Jersey. She had
roared up the Palisades Parkway to the amazement of all the

motorists. She had reached Bear Mountain one of the best-known peaks of New
York's Hudson Highlands.

She went at full speed down Route 17 through Orange County New York State
until she arrived at the intersection turning left down Highway 84 reaching
the Pennsylvania borders. She then tore towards Scranton through the Pocono
Mountains which contained 2400 sq. miles of mountains and streams and was very
popular with local tourists,

She was soon tearing through Scranton the geographic and cultural centre of
the Lackawanna River valley, and the largest of the former anthracite coal
mining communities in a quilt-work that also included Wilkes-Barre,
Pittston,and Carbondale. Scranton became known as the Electric City when
electric lights were introduced at Dickson Locomotive Works in 1880[

She decided to park her Hardanger motorbike and visit the museums in Scranton
Including the excellent Everhart Museum in Nay Aug Park, which housed a
collection of natural history, science and art exhibits. She visited the
Houdini Museum, which featured films, exhibits, and a stage show in a unique,
century-old building.

Everywhere she went in the town dressed totally in black leather with her
height at over 6 feet men would glower at her sheer size and beauty.

It was no not long before she mounted her motorbike for the last lap of
herJourney to Towanda. She roared out of the town at a speed of 80 MPH along
Route 6. The route spanned the Susquehanna river located in the north-eastern
United States. At 464 miles long, it was the longest river on the American
east coast that drained into the Atlantic Ocean, and with its watershed it was
the 16th largest river in the United States, and the longest

river in the continental United States without commercial boat traffic today.
The banks of the river seemed to be overflowing with the heavy down pour which
flooded off her back-leather basque and trousers.

She was soon outside the small town of Wyalusing that lay just south of
Towanda. She turned the throttle of her bike as she went full speed right into
the centre of Towanda.

As soon as she reached the hotel and threw her leather bag on the bed she
walked straight to the reception to ask where there was to drink and eat in
Towanda as she was so hungry as there was no restaurant in the motel that
served evening meals The receptionist was intimidated by her sheer presence
and size but very friendly and helpful.

'Well ma'am I always go to Finland's Tavern on 203 Main St. It's a nice place
for a blue-collar guy but a big Lady like you would like it too. Ask Ray for a
hunting story and you should keep busy for an hour or two! They do an enormous
pork hoagie with fries and salad for only $5!'

..

She thanked the receptionist walked into the "Finland bar" around 8pm. She was
the only woman in a sea of American men.

.

The bar has been loud with conversation as they were watching the game of the
Atlanta Falcons v 49ers. Now you could hear a pin drop. No one said a word.
Everyone was watching her.

She went to the bar and ordered a beer. Then she turned to face the crowd.

A slow smile crossed her face as she watched everyone and slowly started to
flex her muscles.

She turned her back and tightened the huge bronzed muscles in her thighs. Of
all her muscles, these were the strongest. And the most beautiful.

She turned her back again. Next it was the muscles in her gut. She turned to
face the crowd and slowly unzipped her leather trousers just above her waist.
She put her hands behind her head and thrust her hips forward. Her stomach was
rock hard. Lean. No fat. Just bronzed skin covering solid muscle. She moved
her hips back and forth, making her abdominals bulge.

She zipped her shorts back up. Moved to the muscles in her arms and
shoulders.Her veins popped out. The peak in her biceps was almost unreal.

She settled back. Waiting. It's was obvious. This Norse Woman had walked into
an all-male bar and just issued a challenge to all the men in it. They knew
she would not have to wait long. Most of the men would be intimidated. A voice
came from the back of the room.

"Think you're hot, don't you? You Norsi bitch!"

The man was huge. There was a layer of fat over his muscles. But he was
obviously, a trucker and quite strong.

"When? Tanya asked, smiling.

"Where do you want to go?"

"The parking lots."

"Fine," said Tanya, still smiling.

The big man's name was Jeff. And he hated foreigners especially Norselanders.

They were together in the parking lot Jeff made the first move. He grabbed
Tanya in a bear hug. Yanked her into the air. He put all the strength of his
strong arms and shoulders into the effort to break her back.

Tanya had been in bear hugs before and knew how to break out of them. She had
had won all her fights. She was determined to win this one. Her powerful left
arm pushed his chin back. And her powerful right arm sent her fist crashing
into his mouth and nose.

The pain in her back and ribs was blinding. But she continued to send blow
after blow into Jeff's face.

Finally, the large man couldn't take any more. His face was a bloody mess. He
released the hold.

.The big man then jumped into the air, landing with all the force in his legs
on Tanya's stomach.

But Tanya has seen this coming and tightened her stomach into a solid mass of
bronzed muscle. The big man might as well have landed on a tree trunk.

Tanya saw a weakness. While her mid-section was solid steel, the big man's
looked soft. Tanya used the most powerful muscles she had and sent a kick into
Jeff's gut.

The man doubled over in pain. Tanya used the powerful muscles again and landed

a vicious kick to the side of his head.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Jeff was out. Finished totally!

The crowd applauded while Tanya stood up and headed back to the bar.

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