Seven hundred pounds of iron, chrome and leather, throbbing between his legs, shaking windows as he passed. The open pipes hid the sound from no one for blocks. Pulling up into the front yard, he let the metal monster settle down to a rough, syncopated idle. The front door flew open, and she bolted out the opening. She was dressed in her new leather vest, pants, and her hair tied back in a loose bundle. She mounted his Harley in one swift movement of her body.
Cracking the throttle wide, he bolted down the drive, spewing gravel at the end. Dawn was breaking on the West Coast. An unfamiliar sight for a man raised on the East Coast. The strangeness of the sun rising over the mountains behind him caused his thoughts to focus on the task at hand, riding, rather than his mission.
Finally getting used to the California morning, he settled back on the warm body behind him. She was resting herself on the padded back of the saddle. She welcomed his body into her arms. She hugged him tightly to her bosom, and kissed his neck. She knew what was in his mind, and left him to sort it out by his own time.
This day had been long in coming. She had prepared for it a long time ago. She knew he would come, when the time was right.
The morning passed, as did the miles of black highway. Several hours of the steady, throbbing engine. Many miles of whistling wind and blowing hair, and the heat of the motor rising to their thighs wore on her stamina. He pulled in to a small station, and re-filled the tank, while she got cold drinks inside.
Her vest was open, showing that she wore no bra, or top of any sort. The tight fitting leather pants laced all the way up on each side of her short, toned legs. The waist was low-cut, revealing most of her lower belly, and the dragon tattoo across her lower back. Her C-cup breasts swung free, almost escaping the leather top. He watched her walking towards him with admiration for her well kept body.
She curved in all the right places. The gentle swell of her belly tapered to her waist and legs equally. The leather hugged her soft mound gently between her thighs, and caressed her butt with just the proper snug. Her long hair was strewn across her face, tangled from the hard ride, a reddish brown that highlighted her pale, soft skin.
The sparkle in her green eyes, and the sweet, easy smile was a pleasure for him to observe, as well. It had been too long since they had been together. Their lives had taken side roads and eventually came full circle to this momentous day.
She pressed her five-foot two body against his. Her breasts touched the cool leather of his jacket, stiffening the exposed nipples. Her rose colored lips parted slightly when she picked up her face, she began a slow soft kiss.
His hand slipped under the open vest and drew her body to his, the loose front allowed him to glimpse her firm C-cup breasts before they contacted his worn leather 'skin'. The jacket was as much a part of him as his own flesh, as he spent his days, lately, doing nothing but riding the restored Harley-Davidson.
His life had turned to shit, and a lot of time was devoted to losing extra baggage. Those problems resolved, he started rebuilding his world, just as he had carefully returned his faithful "Iron Horse" to like new condition. Many hours of tedious work had yielded the fine, steady thrum between his legs on the gleaming black bike.
She had waded through her own swamp of trials and tribulations, during which these two had cemented their already strong bond into a fortress to repel the offending hoard. Their combined strength had finally surfaced to break the chains that had held them apart, culminating in this "Ride to Freedom", as she had dubbed it.
He kissed her hot, tongue thrusting and exploring the familiar crevices of her hot little mouth. Her tongue was equally busy renewing its acquaintance with his while her breathing became ragged and labored. Her hand went to his thigh where she found her treasure.
The large bulge was everything she remembered, almost two inches across, and close to eight inches long. Her 'dragon' was back! She had started calling it by that name many years ago. He had joked about 'leaking the lizard' one day, referring to taking a pee, but when she saw the size of it, she had proclaimed, "That's no lizard! It's a fucking dragon!". The name stuck, especially after she felt it fill her tiny, tight treasure box.
"I need this IN me!" she told him, between the hot kisses.
"I know it." He replied. "I need to be in you, just as bad! We aren't far from our stopping place. Okay?"
"Not far?" She queried.
"Nope."
She kissed him hot and said, "Why aren't we there, yet?" as she mounted the vibrating monster.
