All the things they say about motorcycles are true. They are a lot of fun. They are also very dangerous. They make you feel like you are flying and chicks do, in fact, dig them. What people fail to realize is that doesn't entitle you to anything more. I met Stacy when I was first shopping for my bike. I'd seen her around campus but I'd always been so busy in the lab I never had the chance to hang out with her much. As soon as I mentioned I was getting a bike her eyes lit up, she stepped closer to me, and smiled. What an incredible rush. Normally I'd be too nervous, but I was so caught up in the moment that I invited her to go shopping for a bike with me. None too soon we were headed down the road to the local shop.
The ride there was eerily uneventful. We talked about our classes and after that let the radio control the conversation. It had started to rain, just my luck, as we arrived at the shop. We ran together inside and her mood instantly did a 180. She was awe struck and just slowly gazed around the room. I took charge and led her to a few of my favorite bikes: Fast, Sleek, Sport Bikes. I started off with a Suzuki Bandit 600s explaining how it's been well reviewed and a great starter bike. She didn't hear a word I said. Stacy was busy sliding her hand slowly along the smooth fairings letting out a low purr. I watched her inspect every inch of that bike for quite some time. When I checked my watch and realized how long it'd been I jumped. I came here to find a bike after all! So I tore myself away from her foreplay and mounted the bike.
She was so fixated that it took her a bit to notice I'd gotten on. I was touching the controls and rocking a bit when a strange feeling washed over me. I looked up and there was Stacy looking at me. Not with those glazed, too much work, eyes I was used too. These had a spark in there I'd never seen before.
She placed her hands on top of mine and in a soft angelic voice said, "How does it feel?"
"It feels," I hesitated as I rolled my hands a bit, "really good."
Way to seize the moment, eh? After a few more of these sessions we went over to the merchandise area of the shop. I embarrassed myself when trying on helmets but it was worth it. I couldn't figure out what size to put on so I was forced to ask for help. This made Stacy laugh the sweetest giggle I've ever heard. After a few moments of clumsiness I asked her, "How's it look?" and was graced with another of her giggles.
After that she really opened up to me. We talked about all sorts of things and found out we had a lot in common. Gloves and boots later we arrived at the jackets. While she was turned away I put on a Fieldsheer armor jacket. I was so pleased with its comfort and feel I quickly called for Stacy to have a look. I took a step back when I saw her turn and her eyes bug out. "I must look like a dork" I thought at first. The thought didn't last long because she grabbed me in warm hug and whispered in my ear, "It looks really really sexy." I smiled, of course, and promptly said "Thank you." Obviously I underestimated the appeal of the jacket because she started licking my ear. I rolled my head back and closed my eyes to soak in the feeling. Without even thinking I wrapped my arms around her waist and squeezed her tight.
I came home motorcycle-less from that trip but gained much more. Stacy and I retired to my room and talked for hours about the different bikes and gear we'd seen at the shop. We made wish lists and rolled around laughing. Things were starting to wind down and I said to her,
"I think that covers just about everything. Only problem is that I'd need about $25,000 to cover it all! Are you sure there isn't anything else you want?"
She slowly climbed on top of me, placing her knees beside my hips while slowly sliding her hands over my chest much like she did the SV earlier that day, "I can think of just one more thing I want and the best part is, its free." With that she leaned over and kissed me. He lips were soft and wet against mine. I leaned into her gathering a whiff of her flowing hair. This feedback was electrifying. She thrust her tongue into my mouth and I grabbed her neck and waist. Our bodies quickly entwined furiously rubbing our hands all over each other's bodies. We rolled from one side of the bed to the other all the while pushing our tongues against each other. We got caught up against the wall and translated our rolling into hard rhythmic dry humping. She was on top again and really enjoying herself. My cock grew inside my jeans and she wasted no time rubbing her crotch over it. I let out a gasp and she a moan as we released our kiss in honor of the newfound pleasure. She pressed her breasts against my chest and heaved with passion. I slid my hands up her shirt and deftly unsnapped her bra. She responded by clinging tightly to my shoulders giving me a rush of pain and pleasure. Her movements became more furious and caused the bed to shake. I slid my hands beneath her jeans and grabbed hold of her tight ass. We rocked in rhythm, our hips relentlessly grinding against each other. She arched her back and I massaged her neck it with my lips. This caused her moaning to slip into curt screams of pleasure until a pulse from my cock brought her to climax.
Collapsing on top of me she pushed herself up to look at me. "Why are you so happy?" she mused.
Don't get me wrong, that was a fantastic day. Stacy and I started going steady after that and picked up necking as a hobby. But to tell the truth, dry humping just became a bigger and bigger tease. Not to mention it was a few weeks before I finally found a bike that fit my budget. I was almost afraid to ride it back to the dorm it was such a clunker. It was an old '87 Honda Interceptor. The front fairing was dented in two places, the gaudy red, white, and blue paint job was stripped and scratched in many places, and the odometer had a huge crack in it. Still, it ran just fine and had a real kick to it. It was just my luck that Stacy showed up a few minutes early to meet me and saw me riding in. I was so happy to have my helmet on to hide my extensive blushing. I leapt off the bike, slid off the helmet, and unzipped my jacket. I did a slow jog out of the lot meeting Stacy at the entrance to the dorm room.
I avoided her gaze as I tried futilely to apologize and rationalize for the bike at the same time, "You have to understand…the thing is…if you look at it this way…"
Before I could pick a sentence I was cut off by Stacy's hand caressing my cheek and pulling it towards her for a soft peck on the lips.
"You looked amazing out there on the road." She admitted, "When can I go riding with you?"
