What a great day for a bike ride! Sun is shining but not scorching hot with a slight little breeze, just enough to blow away the heat from the engine. I'm so excited. More so about who I was going with than the actual ride, although I DO love those big bikes.
He called early this morning actually waking me up from a wonderful tropical dream. He asked if I had slept well. What to tell him? Should I tell him about the dream and my reaction to it? Maybe that would be better left for another time since things were so new between us. I told him I had a great night's sleep and was looking forward to a beautiful day with no plans. He asked if I was interested in going for a ride into the country. Oh boy, was I, especially with him! I was already imagining riding along with my arms and legs wrapped around him, cruising down the roads. I said I would love to join him and we made arrangements for him to pick me up in an hour.
Okay, now it was time for the mad dash to get ready! Nothing fancy, but definitely pretty. A little bit of makeup, some light scent and clothes. What to wear? What to wear? I decided to try for romantic. Okay, how to do that on a bike? Got the shirt, low neck, not too tight, not too loose. Now what? Jeans? Shorts? No, no shorts. I know, a skirt. Could I wear a skirt on a bike? If I was careful and tucked it around me it should work. Would he think I was crazy? Maybe, but I really liked the idea of the wind rushing up my legs. Okay, the skirt it is with a cute pair of my favorite cowboy boots and now I'm all ready to go.
He arrives exactly when he said he would. Oh. Wow. I have to remember to breathe. He looks soooo good when I answer the door. Nice fitted, faded button jeans encased in black leather chaps. Yum. Open-necked, buttone-down shirt that just about matches the blue of his eyes. He kisses me hello with a little peck on the cheek, just enough so that I can catch a whiff of his cologne. Again, yum.
I do a little pirouette for him asking for his opinion. He looks at my skirt then at me and asks if I'm sure I want to wear it, then says, before I can answer, it should work if I tuck it up and reminds me to be careful of the exhaust pipes.
We go out to the bike and he hands me my helmet. Not my favorite - it's the full face helmet with the faceguard. The really cool thing about them is that there are microphones in them so we can talk to each other, if we want. Okay, helmet on now it's time to mount up. With some difficulty, I swing my leg over and sit. I start tucking the skirt around me and thankfully, he decides to lend a hand. He asks me to lift up a little which I do and he slowly slides his hands over my ass to make sure the skirt is all tucked under me. Even though I know he is just helping me get situated, the feel of his hands sends a jolt throughout my body. Then he has me sit back down and tells me to raise my left leg a little bit so that he can tuck the skirt under it. As he is sliding his hand down my leg, my breathe begins to hitch. Something about watching his long fingers gliding over and around my leg excites me. It's almost a caress and reminds me of my dream. He lifts his head to look at me, but can't see my face behind the helmet. I'm happy about that because I don't want him to see how his touch has affected me. He finishes my left leg and starts working on the right. His hand starts a little higher up this time, just at the crease of my thigh. Having his fingers so close to the center of me makes me shiver. He asks if I'm cold and I shake my head no. He smiles his one-sided smile and continues.
He finally finishes tucking to his satisfaction and climbs on. I am utterly amazed at how awesome his butt looks in those leather chaps. He settles himself on the seat and asks if I'm ready. If he only knew how ready I was. I just give him the thumbs up and he puts on his helmet and leather gloves and starts the engine.
Oh. WOW. The throb of the engine is amazing, low, throaty and, dare I think it, arousing! I snuggle up against him, nice and close, wrap my arms around his waist and off we go. His voice comes through the mic, startling me a bit, as he tells me he mapped out a ride through the country. He says we'll be traveling on rarely used roads but rushes to assure me they are mostly paved and safe and that there's a cute little inn and restaurant a few hours away and thought we could stop there for lunch for a while. Sounds great to me I tell him.
We've been riding for about an hour and he was right. This road is rarely traveled and a beautiful ride. It's as if this road was cut through a full, thick beautiful forest as the trees butt up against the black top, so close you can almost reach out and touch them. I notice little side roads, if you can call them that, along the way and ask if he knows where they lead. He begins to tell me the history of the area. It was once a big farming community and all those little side roads are actually drives to the old farmhouses. Some big conglomerate bought up all the land with the intention of building housing and put in most of the roads but the deal fell through and now everything just sits abandoned. He tells me this road is a favorite of his because no one really uses it and it gives him the freedom to ride as fast or as slow as he wants. He doesn't much like riding in a lot of traffic because it doesn't give him time to enjoy what's around him and to think. This road makes him feel as if he's the only one on the planet sometimes and he likes it that way.
"Well, you've got company today"
, I say.
He chuckles and puts his hand on my thigh with a little squeeze and says
"yeah, and it's nice, too."
We talk about a whole host of things. Kind of that getting to know you kind of stuff. Favorite this, favorite that. Likes and dislikes, and so on. I'm listening to him answer, but have thoughts running through my head.
Out of my mouth pops
"So what is your favorite fantasy?"
Damn! I didn't mean to let that slip! Into the silence that follows I begin to panic! I should have kept things light and easy! Too much of a personal question! What is he going to think of me? What an idiot I am!
He clears his throat and begins to tell me that one of his favorite fantasies is having sex on his bike as he's riding down the road. I let out a nervous giggle and say the logistics would probably be too difficult, not to mention it would probably be dangerous! He chuckles, then says with all seriousness, he worked it all out in his head. With a little maneuvering and a whole lot of caution he thinks it would work. Oh. WOW! WOW! Is he serious? No, not possible, is it?
Into the silence I whisper
"Tell me how"
.
The hardest part is going to be swinging around to face him. We've got to do that just right or we both get dumped and I am not a fan of road rash!
I can't believe I am actually going to try this! Just the thought of the engine throbbing under us as I open up for him is enough to get me wet.
He drops one of his arms as I start pulling up my skirt, bunching it up around my thighs. I carefully lift one of my legs and wrap it around his waist as I start to shift my butt off the seat. He begins to slide his arm around my waist and grabs onto my hip to help me all the way around. It gets a little dicey as I have to push off the foot rest to get myself the rest of the way around him. The bike wobbles a bit and he lets go of me to grab the handlebars. I shift a bit and find myself almost sitting on the gas tank. Once the bike is steady he places his hand on my lower back and tells me to move forward a bit. I am now completely facing him with my legs wrapped around him in the other direction! Ha! We did it. I look at him but can't see his face.
I'm leaning back so that he can see the road in front of us.
He slides his hand around me and places it between us. He slowly starts moving my skirt up, tucking the excess behind me and I hear him gasp.
He says
"No panties....I like that."
His fingers, encased in those black leather gloves start moving in slow glides up and down. He lifts his fingers to the front of his helmet, the glove glistening with my juices and lifts his head. He must be looking straight into my eyes but I can't tell with the faceguard. I turn my head in embarrassment for a moment, thankful that he can't see my blush. When I turn back to face him it's as if I can feel his gaze.
Although he could be looking at the road, my nipples say different and react immediately by tightening up. He slowly starts to lower the front of my shirt exposing my bra.
"Nice"
is all he says as he slips a finger under my bra and circles my nipple with his gloved finger.
He says very quietly
"Help me with this"
as he tugs on my shirt and bra.
I reach up and lift my breasts out of my clothing offering them to him like a gift. The wind rushing over my nipples and feeling his hot gaze on them make them hard little pebbles. He begins to gently pinch them between his fingers, the leather adding a whole new sensation. He alternates between each nipple then encircles one breast with his whole hand gently squeezing forward to my nipple, almost as if he was milking them. He keeps switching hands, making sure one hand is always on his bike and the other always on me. I can't believe that we are riding down the open road with my breasts so exposed!
He slides his hand down between us again and dips his fingers in my wetness. He brings his hand back to my nipple, coating it with my own juices.
He growls into the mic saying
