Have you ever looked at a man's arms and just wanted to lick them? The smooth skin on the inside of their lower arms with all those gorgeous veins that move when they write or... My tongue just swells and I feel drool begin to form inside my mouth for all those raised veins make me think of what his cock will look like.
Well, I'm a girl, so I can adore these things on a man.
Rhett had arms just like that. I was mesmerized while watching him complete the paperwork for the purchase of my new cruiser. I wanted a motorbike built like a man. A big, powerful, muscular chest, tapering down to a firm, comfortable seat... Easy to ride and handles well... I couldn't help comparing Rhett to my new bike, especially when he stood next to it outside and moved it so I could take some pictures with my camera. He moved it into place effortlessly, as thought it was light as a feather instead of the actual weight of nearly 300kg.
It was then and there that I decided to take it for a test drive (the bike that is) even though I had already bought it... I put the question to Rhett, trying hard to keep the flirtation out of my voice. But he knew what I was up to by the cheeky little grin that turned up the corners of his delicious mouth, ending with a flash of his perfect white teeth.
He told me to hang on a minute while he found the key and then, after he swung one sexy leg easily over the bike, invited me to hop on.
I was already on fire but the loud, insistent throbbing of the engine, coupled with the exotic scent of his aftershave, turned me to molten lava. It felt like I was drunk and I asked him if he minded me holding onto him. He responded by gripping my hands tightly and placing them so they rested against his firm chest. I was in heaven and my engine was throbbing as intensely as the bike.
He chose a quiet road instead of the freeway so we rode through quite a few curves, giving me the feel of how the bike handles on winding roads. I wondered if he could feel my curves pressed up against his back. Could he feel how hard my nipples were through the fabric of our clothing? I wondered if he could feel the thumping of my excited heart.
He pulled off the road and into a deserted car park, coming to a stop under the shade of a very large tree. He cut the motor and sudden quiet engulfed us both.
He took his helmet off and turned his head to speak with me but this brought his cheek in direct contact with my left breast. Thank goodness for the height difference between the rider and the pillion seats. His face looked flushed for a moment but then came that cute cheeky grin again and he asked if I wanted to 'get off?'
To which we both started chuckling.
I reluctantly climbed off the machine away from the already familiar scent and heat of his body. He stood up and moved beside me, asking how I liked the ride.
I thought honesty was the best way in this case and told him that if I had to choose between him of the bike , I'd ride, er, I mean TAKE him any day!
He then turned towards me and placed both hands on my shoulders while looking into my eyes, He mumbled something about my sexy helmet and then he undid the chin strap and pulled the helmet off my head, placing it on the bike seat in one smooth movement.
