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.
âMmmmâ she thought, âhe could park that in my garage any time and not necessarily the bike.â âHell why donât I ever meet guys like that.â
She was heading to her friends house in the Sunshine Coast hinterland. She thought she would surprise her with a visit as they hadnât seen each other for such a long time. As she watched the rider just ahead of her, she felt something stir in her loins.
âHell girl, you need a man badlyâ 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 âtoyâ 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 couldnât have been that because the ex didnât like to cuddle.
As she drove, she thought back and wondered if it was the love, the giving, she missed.
âWell you wont know by staying celibateâ 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.
âAt least he has picked a good rideâ 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. âMm maybe this is my lucky dayâ 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.
âYou go ahead miss,â he said to her with a sexy Canadian accent, âI am not sure yet what I want.â
âThank youâ said Fran, thinking âI know what I would like but itâs not on the menu.â
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.
âItâs the least I can offerâ she said.
He smiled and held out his hand. âMy name is Larry and thank you.â
Fran held his hand and introduced herself.
âIs that a Canadian accent I detect?â she asked him.
âYes Fran, born and bredâ he replied as he sat down.
She went onto to ask him if he was on holidays and he answered that he was.
âI am hoping to do a bit of riding around your beautiful country.â
âI was admiring your Harley up the highway a bitâ 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.
âMost courteous of you Fran. Lots of people treat us bikers like lepers and wont let you pass them at all,â he told her.
Fran asked, âare 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.â
âSounds great but I wont get lost will I?â he replied.
âYou need a guideâ Fran said, shocking herself with her audacity.
âWell if you are offering...â he answered with a smile.
Fran smiled back and told him she would love to and didnât have any pressing engagements.
âI have always wanted to ride on a Harley but you will have to drop me back here later to get my car.â she added.
They finished their food and drinks, chatting away merrily. Fran was both happy and amazed at how well they clicked. Once finished they went to the car park. Fran locked her four wheel drive up and walked over to his bike. He had retrieved a spare helmet and passed it to her. Hopping on Larry started the engine and Fran climbed up behind him. She put her hands on his hips and he said
âHold on tight.â
So she wrapped her arms around him. It felt soooo good pressing against him with the engine thrumming between her legs. She wondered how she would be able to contain herself. She pointed the way and they set off. It didnât take long and she was feeling a wet patch growing in the crotch of her pants. Her nipples were rock hard as she pressed herself against his broad back. And the engine of the bike felt like a giant vibrator between her legs. She wondered if she could make it through the ride without raping this poor man.
Meanwhile Larry was enjoying the ride as much as his companion. He could feel her nipples poking into his back and he knew full well how the engine would be affecting her. He smiled to himself as they rode along.
After about 30 minutes of riding, Fran indicated to him to pull over. They pulled up to a stop and both removed their helmets.
Fran said, âthere is a spot through here that I am sure you would love to see. It is where Obi Obi and Walli Creeks join together. The view is fantastic.â
âSounds greatâ he countered. âLead the way.â
She took his hand and led him down the overgrown path.
âDoesnât look like many come this wayâ
âNoâ replied Fran. âNot many people know about it. We came here as a family when I was a young girl.â âMum would pack the picnic and we would be in a swimmers all day. Either swimming, playing footie or cricket or eating the feast my mother would have for us. Many special memories hereâ said Fran.
She was feeling extremely horny from the ride and wondered if they would have a swim. Hoping it might cool her down before they rode again. The sun was streaming down making her tshirt cling to her body. Her nipples were poking their way through her bra and tshirt like they were headlights lighting the way and she tried to pull her shirt away from herself. But as soon as she let go, it clung straight back to her. Larry was walking behind her, watching the sway of her hips and the way that her shirt clung, accentuating her body. He was hoping there would be some swimming involved too as he knew she didnât have a swimsuit with her and the way those jeans rode she must be wearing a gstring.
âGreat viewâ he told her.
âCanât see much yetâ she said, then blushed when she realised what he had meant.
Just then they came to the clearing on the banks of the creek. Finding a smooth grassy patch, Fran plopped herself down. Bringing her knees up to her chin, she looked wistfully at the creek.