Motorcycle Fun

I'd been requesting a ride on his motorcycle for awhile. I've had a thing about motorcycles for years, especially when the person rode them with skill. He told me he finally had it fixed, and it was all set to go. I requested a night that started with a long ride again, and my wish was granted.

When he pulled up and got a look at me, I could tell he was more than pleased with my attire. Short skirt, cut out shirt with a bikini top underneath, some fencenets and knee high boots completed my ensemble. Normally I wouldn't wear something quite this revealing in public, especially when I knew my skirt would be flying up the whole time, giving everyone a view they probably weren't expecting that night, but I would be concealed in a helmet, and was ready for some adventure.

He asked how my day was and handed me my helmet. We both climbed on and got comfortable for the much anticipated ride.

Going through my neighborhood I wondered if anyone would recognize me, and then thought what all my friends, classmates and co-workers would think if they could see me now. This was so atypical for self-conscious me I wasn't sure anyone would even believe me if I told them. Either way my skirt was already flapping up around my waist, instead of covering the tops of my thighs like they were intended to do.

We got on the highway, he was hitting top speed quickly. The thrill was incredible, I had never enjoyed riding with my ex, who wasn't nearly as experienced or as skilled a rider as he was, but now I could relax, knowing I was safe as I was going to be on this machine. Weaving through the traffic, knowing I was flashing everyone we passed made me giggle. Him reaching back to smack my ass and run his hands down my legs made the thrill even more heightened.

As soon as I realized which exit we were heading for I knew it was going to be an even better night than I had expected. This exit led to a secluded winding road that still maintained a high speed limit, and it was getting close to sunset.

We wound down the highway, and within minutes were on the road I knew he had been planning on since he picked me up. It was beautiful, big old trees lined the road as we sped by going at least 70mph. We passed a few houses, but no cars, and every few hundred feet there would be a break in the trees that gave us a great view of the setting sun. I started noticing him taking a closer look at some of the cleared areas off to the side of the road, even slowing down significantly for some of them, several times I expected him to pull over, but instead we'd be slamming through gears and racing along again.

Finally, he pulled over, asked me to jump off and put the kickstand down.

After we took off our helmets he looked at me and asked "You having fun?"

"Of course! That was amazing, I'm so glad you finally took me out with you!"

Looking me up and down, he replied "So am I."

I walked behind the bike, my hands on the seat and looked at the setting sun, it really was gorgeous. I felt him come up behind me, sliding his hands up my legs, underneath my skirt that had really been nothing more than a formality while we were on the bike. He ran his nails down my back, causing me to lean over the bike a little more. In no time at all he had my panties slid halfway down my thighs, his nails still leaving red ribbons of delight down my back.

Leaning in he whispered "Let's see just how much you enjoyed our ride."

His fingers found my soaking wet lips quickly, he let out a contented chuckle, now spanking me while he started fingering me. I could barely stand, but luckily for me the bike was right in front of me and I was able to lean completely over it's side, also giving him better access. Before long he must have decided teasing me was fun, but fucking me was even better, as he unzipped his pants and let out his raging hard cock. His belled head against my throbbing pussy was almost more than I could take, involuntarily grinding back against him. I let out a scream when he finally forced himself all the way inside, fast, brutal, hard, just the way I like it. He only let up on fucking me as hard as possible long enough to spank me. Occasionally I would have enough wherewithal to think of how fun it was going to be to pass people with bright red hand prints covering my ass visible to everyone we passed, but that thought was usually fleeting, as the pleasure I was feeling was overwhelming. Just as headlights were popping up over one of the hills, we both came, me screaming in ecstasy, him holding me hips against his body so he could come all the way inside me.

When the car finally got within viewing distance we were both brushing back up, him zipping his pants back, me brushing my skirt back down. It was probably still pretty obvious what had just happened though as we were both grinning like a cat with a canary, faces flushed, and unconsciously touching in subtle ways.

The ride back was still exhilarating, weaving down the empty roads just to feel the weight of our bodies shift in sync. But by then we were satiated for the time being. The soreness I experienced the next day, and not just from being on the back of a motorcycle for a couple hours made me smile every time, reminding me of the great time I had the night before.