Michelle is a woman who works as the secretary in the engineering department at work. She is a cute with big blonde hair and wears tight pants or short skirts with pantyhose most days. She is eighteen and so desirable that almost every guy in the company is trying to get in her pants. Nasty rumors circulate about her reputation and all the guys she has fucked. My gut feeling is that none of this is true and that she would never act like that or even have much to do with those men. She is quiet and keeps to herself but always has a big smile and will talk to anyone that approaches her. I talk to her daily but I stay as professional as possible.
One day after saying good morning to Michelle she seemed more talkative than usual. She said "It's so nice to see you" and was smiling more than usual. I casually asked "What are you driving these days?" She told me she had a CJ5 jeep. We started talking about trucks and cycles and it seemed we both had a lot in common with our choice of vehicles. She also said "I've ridden a lot of dirt bikes but love riding sport bikes."
I told her I'd been riding bikes all my life. I rode dirt bikes and street bikes and have done lots of racing. She asked "Who owns the black sport bike in the parking lot?" I said it belonged to me. She seemed surprised when I told her that. She told me her dad had a bike when she was younger and gave her rides all the time. She even had a motorcycle endorsement and loved driving bikes.
She said "I like going fast and would you give me a ride sometime?" I told her bring a helmet tomorrow and we can go for a ride at lunch.
I asked her "What's the fastest bike you've ever been on and how fast were you going?" She said her dad had a Triumph Trident and she saw the speedo hit 110 mph once. I said "You'd better be ready to go a little faster than that tomorrow."
Noon took forever to come the next day and we walked up to my ride with everyone in the parking lot watching. Nobody could believe I was talking to Michelle or that she was going to go for a ride with me. I have a reputation for being pretty wild when I ride.
The guys kept saying she was crazy to go for a ride with me and she just laughed and said "I'm not worried one little bit, I know he'll take good care of me."
My ride at the time was a Yamaha YZF 1000 and it was one of the quickest and fastest bikes you could buy. We put our helmets on and the guys kept hooting and hollering. I got on and started the engine and she climbed right on. I told her she had to hang on tight but I would take it easy for awhile.
We left the parking lot and I pulled out onto the main drag. I accelerated briskly and could feel her grip tightening on me. She had her hands on my hips and I asked if she was alright. She said "You can go faster if you want." At the next stop light I started pretty fast and quickly pulled hard from first ending in third gear and she immediately put both her arms around my belly. I instantly felt so good that she was tight against my body like this. I told her that was only half throttle.
I asked "Do you want to go faster?"
She said 'I'm ready for more. Do it!"
I drove a few blocks to the interstate and drove down the long ramp fairly hard. I accelerated full throttle right to the top of third gear. I backed off to merge with traffic and slowed to about 85. She had her legs pressed tightly against my hips and her head on my back. She even opened her legs and squished back into me a few times. She obviously liked it. We went down the next off ramp and I pulled into a parking lot.
She was shaking and said "I can't believe how fast we were going. I saw 130 on the speedometer and you were still accelerating". I told her we can go a lot faster. She said "I almost peed myself," and I glanced at her crotch and there was a slight damp spot showing. She saw me staring and said "That's right, I'm wet now and it's your fault."
