As the sound of the clock radio on the night stand started it's assault on the quiet morning the only thing on my mind as I awoke was the ironized piece of flesh moving up and down in my hand. Hot as a poker and aching like I had just slammed the window down on it. A few more strokes and I'd have a mess on my hands. My mind says stop but my groin says give it hell. There she blows. Oh, I only wish she were here. What a mess, but what a relief. Now to get up. Not what I had in mind for this morning, after this past week. What a woman. She took me right to the edge and ...
It all started Monday morning when I decided it was a bike day. It was a hot humid morning. I decided to ride in jeans and a tee shirt. As I road up the parkway I noticed an old Volkswagen bug on the side of the road with a woman trying to change a tire. As I pulled over to see if I could help she turned around.
She was dressed very smartly in a tailored gray suit, white blouse and black heels. As she approached she walked on her toes so not to sink into the soft grass. I thought to myself "this is a very classy lady." When she spoke her voice was so deep I could hardly hear what she was saying over the noise of the passing cars. She thanked me for stopping and told me something had broken. I took a look only to find a broken axle. I advised her as to the problem and offered to go for help, as I didn't think she was the type to take a ride on a motorcycle. Wrong. She asked if I wouldn't mind giving her a ride to the nearest phone or service station. I took a look at the straight skirt she was wearing and thought to myself, "how she going to handle this?" As we boarded the bike she slid her skirt up just above the tops of her stockings. I nearly dropped the bike.
She just looked at me with a very sexy smile and said "you've gotta do what you've gotta do." As we started up the road she slid her arms around my waist letting her hands rest on my lap. At this point I could hardly concentrate on getting into traffic. All I could think of was this lovely lady up against my back with her hands moving on my thighs. I thought to myself, "am I still at home sleeping? This must be a dream. This just doesn't happen."
As we rode up the highway I felt her hands tugging at my belt buckle and then at the snap on my jeans. Slowly she slid both her hands into my pants and onto the hardest erection I could ever remember. After about fifteen minutes we came upon a service station and as I pulled in she pulled her hands out.
We went in to arrange for a tow only to learn the truck was out on a call and wouldn't be returning for some time. As we waited I finally got a chance to ask her name. She told me it was Sandra but said, "you may as well call me honey from the start because that's what I'll be calling you." I was blown away. I was in deep shit and loving it. Then to top that she said "you are now the luckiest person alive. Believe it!" I couldn't figure this out but it was looking good so far.
As we waited around the station, I noticed they sold lottery tickets. She said I was the luckiest person alive, so what the hell. I bought an instant and a weekly lotto ticket. She just looked at me, smiled and said, "you can take that to the bank." Yeah sure, I thought. I can never even match one much less three.
As I scratched off the first number $10,000 appeared. Now I knew I didn't have a shot in hell. Then the second $10,000 appeared. Holy shit! My heart was beating so fast my ears hurt. I scratched off the last and sure as shit $10,000. I could feel my pulse racing and I thought to myself "this is the big one. I'll never get through this." As I came back to earth I looked over at Sandra. She just smiled at me with a smile that said "I told you so." I said "lets go cash this in. Later for the car."
As we pulled into the lot outside the lottery office all I could think of was, "where did she come from? Why me?"
They gave me a check for $7500, no thanks to uncle Sam. We went next door to the bank and got cash.
When I asked Sandra what she would like to do, her reply was "ride forever." Well, I was on vacation for the next week anyway so "off we went."
We returned to the service station and made arrangements to have Sandra's car towed to a shop and repaired.
I asked Sandra where she would like to go and her reply was "just ride." "we can't ride with you dressed like that. Lets get you some riding clothes," I replied. We stopped at the mall and I bought Sandra an unbelievable black leather outfit, boots and helmet. The outfit was two piece, jacket and pants with zippers everywhere. Sex is the only word to describe it. Sandra really filled it out beautifully. We left the mall with Sandra wearing the new outfit. She looked so good and so so bad. We got to the bike and she put her suit and heels in the saddle bag. Then she unzipped the sleeves and midriff and put them in the saddle bags claiming it's just to hot now to wear them. How was I going to concentrate on the road with her looking like that. We decided to get a bite to eat before leaving the mall. The restaurant was on the top level and as we rode the escalator I could feel the stares she was getting. Just looking at her gave me the urge to use the zipper running from front to back between her legs and have lunch where we stood.