Driving along, Fran heard a motorbike coming up behind her. She pulled over slightly to allow him to pass. Then looked on with pleasure and a little lust as she saw a very sexy looking guy on his Harley.
“Mmmm” she thought, “he could park that in my garage any time and not necessarily the bike.” “Hell why don’t I ever meet guys like that.”
She was heading to her friends house in the Sunshine Coast hinterland. She thought she would surprise her with a visit as they hadn’t seen each other for such a long time. As she watched the rider just ahead of her, she felt something stir in her loins.
“Hell girl, you need a man badly” she told herself.
It had been so long since she had made love and that had been with the ex whose idea of foreplay was to ask if she was in the mood. She had her ‘toy’ of course and used it regularly but it was a poor comparison to the real thing. Only that morning she had used it, rubbing it across her clit to slide it into her hot, wet pussy, while her other hand rolled her nipple firmly between thumb and finger. Fucking herself with the vibrator she had cum to a riotous climax. But after she felt incomplete. Was it just the cuddles after that she missed she had wondered. But no it couldn’t have been that because the ex didn’t like to cuddle.
As she drove, she thought back and wondered if it was the love, the giving, she missed.
“Well you wont know by staying celibate” she told herself.
The Harley was out of sight by now and she felt a little sad. She had enjoyed watching his strong wide shoulders covered in the leather jacket.
“At least he has picked a good ride” she thought as she looked about her at the scenery.
Knowing there was a roadhouse up ahead, Fran decided to stop for a cup of tea and a bite to eat. She had left early that morning and without breakfast. And now was more than a little peckish. As she pulled into the car park, she noticed the red Harley parked out front. “Mm maybe this is my lucky day” she thought as she entered the cafe.
Walking to the counter, she saw her rider there perusing the blackboard menu. She eyed off his great physique from behind for a few minutes before going to stand next to him.
“You go ahead miss,” he said to her with a sexy Canadian accent, “I am not sure yet what I want.”
“Thank you” said Fran, thinking “I know what I would like but it’s not on the menu.”
She ordered her tea and a sandwich and turned to sit at the only empty table left. The hot Canadian placed his order and turned to look for a seat. As he scanned the room, he looked at her and she smiled and gestured to him to share her table. He walked over and she looked up at him and smiled.
“It’s the least I can offer” she said.
He smiled and held out his hand. “My name is Larry and thank you.”
Fran held his hand and introduced herself.
“Is that a Canadian accent I detect?” she asked him.
“Yes Fran, born and bred” he replied as he sat down.
She went onto to ask him if he was on holidays and he answered that he was.
“I am hoping to do a bit of riding around your beautiful country.”
“I was admiring your Harley up the highway a bit” said Fran.
He looked at her quizzically and she told him that she was the blue Toyota four wheel drive that had let him pass.
“Most courteous of you Fran. Lots of people treat us bikers like lepers and wont let you pass them at all,” he told her.
Fran asked, “are you heading up Kenilworth way? It is a beautiful drive up there past Obi Obi Creek. Lots of good swimming holes if you get hot.”
“Sounds great but I wont get lost will I?” he replied.
“You need a guide” Fran said, shocking herself with her audacity.
“Well if you are offering...” he answered with a smile.
Fran smiled back and told him she would love to and didn’t have any pressing engagements.