They rode into the garage after the long journey from the West Coast, hot and tired. It had taken them several days to get to their new home. The old Harley had performed well, living up to the restoration efforts he'd carefully accomplished. The bike had been through many versions over the many years he had owned it. From the new bike, it had been stripped, added on to, and painted more times than he remembered.
When he decided to revamp his life, he returned the bike to its original condition. The Harley came as a full dressed road bike. Saddlebags, windshield and all, no fancy fiberglass, radios or any of that modern crap, just a basic functional motorcycle from 1969.
The big garage was the last thing he had done to the property he owned, his "Toybox". He looked around the shop while he shut down the rumbling beast, and his beautiful passenger dismounted. Ryan had gone to 'rescue' her from a domestic situation gone bad. He, himself, had just gotten shed of a difficult situation and was once again free to live his own life.
Lori's long hair was a total mess from the helmet-less ride, her pale skin red from the sun and wind. She had worn her vest open, leaving her C-cup breasts exposed to the elements, and they now 'glowed' with a pink tint. Her large, light-colored areolas were a little darker, and the small nipples were standing firm above the soft mounds.
He got off the black and chrome machine, and began to remove his leather clothes. He was soon standing in the garage naked, moving towards the large shower he had installed. Setting the water warm and hard, he turned to watch her follow his lead. Boots, pants, vest, all joined the pile of leather on the floor, as she joined him in the shower.
The strain and dust of the open road ran down the drain with the stream of water. It felt good to be stationary for the first time in four days. When she had called, he got on the bike and rode almost non-stop to Northern California. He made it in a day and a half of hard riding. She told him "No luggage", so he picked the bike, rather than his truck.
When he got to her house, she had jumped on the back and they were off in less than a minute. It wasn't until they were many miles down the road when they finally stopped to say 'hello' in a very intimate coupling, in a forest glade. From that point on, gas and food were the only stops. They both wanted their old lives behind them.
Lori gazed at his nude body, standing in the middle of the shop. Nudity was common for both, but still incongruous in the current setting. His lean body belied his years. Trim and reasonably fit, from years of working construction had kept him from becoming a soft 'blob'. His strong tattooed arms flexed as he had removed the heavy garments. She watched his tight butt as he walked to the shower room. She remembered the day they had installed the big enclosure. She had been visiting, that time. Now, it was hers to enjoy, since they were finally together.
Ryan was lathering his body when she stepped in with him. She took the soap from him and began at his feet. Kneeling on the smooth floor, she washed every bit of his lower body until she reached her favorite part. She by-passed the groin area and started at his neck and chest. Her small hand wandered over the bulges of his chest and the flat of his stomach, then around to his butt and back.
She traced out the large tattoo on his back with her fingertips, and took a great deal of time cleaning his buttocks and the cleft between. Her fingers brushed his heavy sac a couple of times before she tickled his anus with a tiny finger. Lori turned him around and concentrated on the firming flesh pole sticking out from his belly. Her hands glided over the smooth shaved skin near his balls and cock. He had kept that area trimmed and smooth for quite some time, she thought it was hot to see a man shave 'down there'. Her 'dragon' (pet name for his penis) had grown to its full eight-inch length, and almost two inches across. The loose foreskin sagged a bit near the helmet, so she started there.
It felt good to him, having someone else washing his body. Her small hands explored every inch of him. A little dismayed when she skipped his penis and balls, but relieved when he realised she was saving her favorite part for last.
Lori was soaping up her hands and lightly running them over his length. Ryan felt her pull back his foreskin and carefully wash below the crown. He had explained the care of an un-cut cock to her years ago. He stood very still as he watched her gently cleanse the sensitive skin, running her fingers over the large vein on the bottom side.
Ryan was fully erect, now. The circular motions of her hands around the shaft were heating up the fire in his belly. Her tiny fingers couldn't ompletely cover the thick cock. Lori stroked up and down and gripped him firmly throughout her ministrations. Satisfied with her work, she turned him to face the heavy spray and rinsed him off.
He saw her small mouth open and her tongue extend. He felt the soft touch as she licked the tiny hole in the crown. As though it were a rare object, she worshipped his penis with her tongue. Rolling the velvet flesh under her tongue and finally engulfing the firm rod with her lips.
Lori studied his erection, remembering its curves, veins and ripples. Her tongue explored the tip and then the entire shaft. She felt the silky texture of the swollen crown pass her lips. She derived great comfort in orally venerating his penis. She felt the warmth flow through her own body as she took the massive organ into her mouth. Sucking its length while her tongue wrapped around it, she worked her way down to the base of her treasure. Swallowing rapidly kept her from gagging on the monster that filled her throat.
