Harley

” Hello?” Heather called out as she stepped into the open garage. All she can see were three Harleys. Three all in different colors and gorgeous. Big, shiny, clean and ready to ride. Just looking at them sent a chill up her spine.
” Be right there.” A muffled voice spoke out. Heather turns in the general direction of my voice, I stood up, turned around and she is dumb struck. I’m wearing a close fitting black t-shirt and jeans. I walked toward her, wiping my hands on a towel. ” Hi Heather, what are you doing here?”

Her thoughts immediately turns naughty and she blushed. ” I’m here for my riding lessons. John.” She stammered. She feels like an adolescent and complete idiot. I didn’t make things any easier when I flashed her my grin.
” Well,I did not know you were interested in motorcycles.” I said. I said, my voice husky. ” Tell me all you know about riding a motorcycle.” ” Absolutely nothing.” She replied. ” Well, the first thing we’ll do then is take a ride so you can get used to the power of a Harley. Which one would you like to ride?” I swept my arm to encompass my collection of bikes. She again had naughty thoughts but was able to suppress them for the moment and keep from blushing.

” That one.” She said, pointing at the black one. I’ve always been partial to black bikes. I nodded, handing her a helmet, grabbed one for myself, walked toward the bike of her choice and proceeding to roll it out of the garage to the driveway. She follows me, putting on her helmet. I close the garage door then swing my leg over and sat on the bike. I put her foot pegs down and put on my helmet. She placed her hands on my shoulders, a foot on the peg, swung up and over and settled down behind me. It has been years since she has been on a bike and she is feeling exhilarated and free as we drove off. I headed toward the freeway then turned onto a little known side street.



It headed up into the hills and is very curvy. Her hands had been resting loosely at my waist but I increased my speed which made her arms reach around to hold me tighter. It was pure instinct and unnecessary – the bike had a ‘sissy’ bar but it feels nice so she continues to hug me tight around my waist.

Holding me closer allows her to inhale my scent. I smell so good and my neck is very inviting. She brushes the back of my neck lightly with her nose. I lean back just a little and that is all the invitation she needs. Heather places her lips on my neck and left them there. She feels me shiver and smiles. She slid her lips to a new spot but this time she actually kisses my neck again and again, from left to right and back, over and over. She put her hands on my shoulders and begin to rub, lightly at first then harder as I arch into her hands. She runs her hands down my arms and back up, over my shoulders and up my neck as far as my helmet allows.



Heather brought her hands down my back, rubbing hard until she reached the top of my jeans. She reaches around my waist resting her hands on my chest. My hand came up, entwining our fingers, lifting her hand to my mouth and kissing the inside of her palm. I lazily circle her palm with my tongue, the circles growing larger than smaller. I take the fleshy part of her palm right below her thumb between my teeth, licking and sucking. The first touch of my tongue to her palm sent a shot of desire to her pussy. Heather is wet and aching. The vibrations from the bike only add to her desire. She drops her other hand, intending to rest it on my thigh only but it lands partially on my hard, straining cock.



Holding her palm with my teeth, I reach down placing her hand completely on my cock, pressing hard. I reach around the back of her slamming her tight up against me, dropping my hand under her ass and holding her there.