This is a work of fiction. All characters are above the age of 18. Any resemblance of these characters to real people is purely coincidental. I hope you enjoy this work that lives within the realm of fantasy for me. Oh, and if you like it please rate it well!
The hum of the motorcycle beneath me was exhilarating at first. During the first hundred miles the vibration had my pussy tingling in all the best ways. My body had long since gotten used to the stimulation and it was in the back of my mind now as my muscles cramped from my sitting position. My thighs were spread wide in order to accommodate my boyfriend's expansive mass.
My current boyfriend, Drew, was a talented basketball forward at 6'6". But, he succumbed to the career ending Achilles tear in his sophomore year of college ball. Not only was he tall, but he put on a huge amount of muscle mass over the last few years after taking his rehabilitation and weight lifting to the next level. His olive skin and short dark hair and brooding eyes made him garner the attention of many ladies. But, it was my thighs wrapped around this hunk of a man and I was looking forward to this vacation.
The wind whipped through my long blonde hair as it tangled in its low ponytail. I wasn't too short for a girl, at 5'7". I was athletically built too. In fact, the gym was where I met Drew the first time. I finally got the nerve to introduce myself after feeling his eyes burn into my yoga pant clad ass and legs. After giving him my name, Danielle, I lightened the mood with a joke. I explained that the "worst is behind me" since my ass is so big. This told him I knew he was looking, but I wasn't mad. The size of my derriere is genetic, and I really haven't found a guy that was upset about it. My legs are shapely from time on the elliptical machine and dance classes I attend. My stomach is fairly flat, and my perky "B" cup tits are enough for me. Today, I was wearing a low-cut leather top and skin-tight leather pants with my black boots, trying to look the part of the biker-babe girlfriend.
We were only about 30 minutes from Sturgis now, and the week-long motorcycle rally that provides entertainment and a fabulous vacation from people of all walks of life. We left our accounting and insurance jobs behind for the week and had plans to let loose with other like-minded individuals. The motorcycle traffic thickened as we entered the town. We were lucky enough to rent a basement suite from a couple living near downtown for a pricy two thousand dollars. It would be worth it to be within walking distance of the colorful and exciting Sturgis Rally scene.
We arrived at the little bungalow and I gingerly stepped off Drew's Harley. My legs were sore from the hundreds of miles driven. I stretched there in the driveway as he went to ring the doorbell. I was bent over obscenely when I heard the door open and I stood up to come join my boyfriend. He was greeted by a woman I assumed was the wife named Tammy. She had shiny brown hair that fell in loose ringlets around her flawless light skin. She was tiny. She couldn't have been more than 5'2" and petite all over. She was joined by her husband Mitch. Mitch was average height and a little bit on the thin side. He had shaggy blonde hair covered by a baseball cap. Drew and I were in our late 20s, and I guessed Tammy and Mitch must be around the same age.
Drew and I were invited in for a beer and graciously accepted the invitation. We learned that Tammy and Mitch owned a small insurance agency here in Sturgis. But, since the Rally takes over, they rent their office out to a T-shirt company for the week and take a vacation. They too were looking forward to taking in some concerts and letting their hair down in some much needed time off. Drew and I agreed to meet up with them again and go down to the Knuckle Saloon to take in a band that evening.
The four of us made our way to the saloon and had a difficult time finding a table. There had to be hundreds of people packed into the bar and the people watching was spectacular. I wore a little red tank top with the Harley Davidson logo and a pair of Daisy Duke jean shorts that left a bit of ass cheek showing. It was hot outside and fun to dress a bit provocatively where I didn't know anyone. Drew liked the view too. However, I soon found that my dress was almost prudish compared to many others.
One woman walked by with what appeared to be a dress of 2 inch straps haphazardly wrapped around her body covering only her most intimate places. Others could be seen wearing a bikini top. Suddenly Tammy loudly whispered to me, "Oh my, look at her!"
I looked of course. There was a middle aged woman without a shirt on at all. Just pasties over her nipples. I immediately felt my pussy dampen at the idea of being so brazen. I blurted back, "that is so hot!"
Tammy continued, "I wish I could do something so daring, but there's a chance I could see other locals that I know." That was true. Tammy had to be a little bit careful, but the likelihood of anyone I knew being here was slim to none, being hundreds of miles from home. She was still contemplating this when she added, "maybe you should try it?"
At this point the men figured out what Tammy and I had been whispering about and I knew Drew wouldn't let this go. When it comes to sexuality and time in the bedroom, he is my dominant. I love it when he leads and controls the situation, and I could see the writing on the wall. His eyes darkened as he considered having me out in public with only pasties on my nipples "Where can we get a couple of those?" he asked.
I smiled at Drew and reiterated the fact that we had the whole week for fun. I ordered a round of drinks for the table and we continued to people watch and make small talk as the band set up for the evening.
Once the band started to play I had a nice buzz going. "Let's dance Drew!" I babbled on. We joined the massive crowed near the stage and quickly realized that there wasn't room for true dancing, but we could grind to the music. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me as we both watched the show. I could feel his cock hardening in his jeans where it rubbed against the top of my ass. The booze, the scantily clad women, and his hands groping my nipples had increased his excitement and I was wondering how soon we could leave. My pussy was dripping wet but I was having fun.
Soon, Tammy and Mitch worked their way over to us and were grinding in a similar fashion. Her nipples were poking through her cotton top in no time and I could see she too was quite tipsy and turned on. After a few more songs the band took a break. Drew and I expressed to Tammy and Mitch we were going to go back to the house. They agreed to join us and we made our 5 block walk through the crowds back to their house.
