It had been a rather hot and humid summer here in the Western Carolinas. The schools had just started back and football was in full bloom both high school and college, which was fine if you're a football fan. I am not.
It was not fall yet but you could tell it was on its way. The sun was setting earlier everyday and the mornings were cool but not cold yet. Labor Day weekend and Labor Day its self was rainy and the temps in the middle to upper sixties.
Liz and I did not get to do what we wanted to and that's OK we still had a good time. See; she works first shift and I work second, both of us having to put in a lot of over time where we work, so our time off did not go to waste. It was just September for crying out loud; the leaves were not even changing.
There it was, Our Harley Davidson, just sitting they're calling our names.
Liz, Rusty come on what are you waiting for, come on lets go. The sun is out and it is so pretty.
We both felt it at the same time and the race was on to get Jackets, gloves and every thing else we needed. I was so excited I could not stand it.
Finally we were ready and on our way. She was driving and I was behind her on the passenger seat. It was about noon I guess the sun was out and it was as clear as clear could be. I bet you could see for 50 miles, but at 65 miles per hour it was sure nice to have a leather jacket. Liz won by getting to the bike first so she was getting to drive first, I did not mind riding behind her because she was good on the bike and she knew it. She kept teasing me by sliding her ass back against my cock, taunting me, getting me excited. I looked over Liz's shoulder and noticed the gloves she had on were half finger gloves.
"Hey, ain't your fingers cold?"
"Hell yes they are cold and that's not all that's not all that's cold either."
"Oh, really."
"My nose and legs are cold too!"
"Let me feel them and see."
I reached around her large breasts and sure enough her nipples were sticking out like ten-penny nails. When I felt that I knew what was going to get hard on me. My mind started to wonder; I mean just for a split second and she hit the throttle almost throwing me completely off the back seat.
"Are you crazy doing that to me out here on the freeway?" screamed Liz.
"Well get off the freeway and I'll do it again."
I did not get a chance to feel whatever else was cold not then anyway.
It was not long before her hands were to cold to drive the bike. About 5 maybe 6 miles up the road we pulled onto the exit ramp and took a left and pulled into the Waffle House. We had left in such a hurry we did not stop to think about eating and we had not eaten anything since early that morning. We got something to eat and some hot coffee to warm us up. It took us about 45 minutes in the Waffle House before we were ready to ride again.
We had not ridden that far maybe 25 miles but it felt like a lot longer with cool temperature and on the way back she let me drive because I had full finger gloves. They were full fingers but, they were summer gloves anyway we headed toward home. It was not long till I knew what she was talking about when her fingers got cold. Now mine were.
"Fingers get cold yet?" asked Liz.
"You ain't just kidding, we'll stop up here at a place I know and get some different gloves."
"OK, if that's what you want to do."
I shook my head yes and before I knew it she had her hands up the back of my jacket and inside my shirt with her cold fingers against my back. I gasped for air and chill bumps went all over me. Her fingers were like ice cubes. She reached around me to my belly button and started playing the hair on my stomach. I yelled when the cold air went up around and inside my jacket and my shirt, it was like I was riding with nothing on at all. It was so cold even my balls had goose bumps.
Liz reached down to the zipper of my pants and started to unzip them. I could not stand it, my heart was pounding and my mind was getting fuzzy. We had talked about having sex on the bike, but now?
I found the exit and we quickly got off the interstate and got the store. When we got there she just hoped off the back and started inside. When I got off I noticed people glancing at me and quickly turning away with smile on their faces. I looked in the mirror of the bike to find my clothes a mess and my pants still unzipped.
"SHIT!" I screamed.
"What" Liz said as she was turning around then busted out laughing.
The heat in my face let me know I was blushing and badly. Even though the wind was cold. The thought of her unzipping my pants at 60 miles an hour I could not help it if my cock was thick and hard; but now I was standing there with my problem in hand and her laughing. I think it was my bright red face that made her laugh.
As people walked by and saw my red face then giving me the once over a few of them snickered and a few of them got as embarrassed as I did. One woman only smiled and starred the whole time she walked by.
Liz was already inside and all I could do was smile back. Just when I thought I was ready to go inside I looked up threw the glass windows to see where Liz was, several people were watching me. I reached the door and started inside, there was clapping and cheering, whistling.
"He made it! HE finally made it!" Every one in the place was cheering.
The heat in my face returned with a vengeance. With the heat came a lot of emotions; first was dumbfoundness of being caught off guard, second was pure anger and it hit me like a swarm of bees after there nest had just been knocked out of a tree but that did not last long, and last came laughter. I guess it would have been funny if it had happened to somebody else but me.
I saw Liz standing in the corner of the store checking out some skullcaps. Her face was about as red as mine so I took a bow and patted myself on the back with my right hand.
As I walked toward Liz I raised my hands as if accepting the applause and received several high five's and YOU GO Man, YOU GO.
Liz was standing there with her hands over her mouth and shacking her head in disbelieve to all that was happening. Before long everything was back to normal and we made our way around to the counter where the gloves were. The clerk came over to help us and I picked out a pair of insulated gloves for winter riding. The only thing was they did not have any in Liz's size so that meant I would have to drive home.
As we approached the check out counter I felt a hand on my shoulder and a voice that said
"Nice ride Rusty and nice riding."
I turned to see who it was; it was Al one of the set up guys at work.
"Hey Al," I said.
"Little cool for riding ain't it," Al said.
"It's a little cooler than I thought."
"You live near by?"
"Not far, about 6 or 7 miles maybe."
"That's good, hate to see you have a wreck or something."
"Don't worry we're on our way home now to get warm and then settle in for a movie."
"Movie sounds like a good idea it's going to get cold tonight."
"Yea, down in the 30's I heard."
"Say you working 2nd shift tomorrow?"
"Always, you?"
"NA, I'll be on 1st for the next month."
As I turned to leave I told Al I would see him when I got there. He told me to count in it but I did not think anything about it.
I just got my gloves and headed out. There were several people gathered at the windows watching. I guess to see whom I left with.
We got back on our bike and headed for the interstate.
As we got off the exit ramp and into the highway I could tell a good difference the temperature and so could she, even though Liz was behind me the air was still cold.
"Your hands cold again yet?" I yelled back.
"Yes; worse than before, how much further until we get home?"
"15 maybe 20 minutes."
I suggested that she put her hands into the pockets of my jacket, I thought that would help her hands stay warm and I told her not to try anything cute either.
"It's to damn cold for that," Liz replied.
