A Memorable Motorcycle Ride

I had owned bikes for years, but after getting married to my second wife I didn't ride much. She wasn't much on riding and always had a honey do list or something that kept me from riding. I had always resented that. The marriage only lasted about 7 years. Not for that reason, there were some other issues as well.

A few months after getting divorced, when the weather got warm enough, I set out for a day of riding. I packed a lunch and a few drinks and put them in my saddlebags. I rode to Hardee's for some breakfast before setting out. I sat at a table outside and ate. After I finished eating I went over to my bike. I had a little coffee left and sat on my bike to finish it before leaving.

A group of young girls, 4 of them, came out and were walking to their car 3 slots over from me. They all looked to be about 18 to 20 years old, and were pretty cute. They were giggling as young girls do. I heard one of them say, "He could take me for a ride anytime."

Another one of them said, "Cheryl! You're awful."

I didn't really think she was talking about me, but it appeared she was looking my way. I wished she was talking about me, but I was 40 years old, so I knew she couldn't be. I continued drinking my coffee and enjoying the warmth of the morning sun. And admiring the young girls out of the corner of my eye. They were all wearing shorts and t-shirts or tank tops. They were just kind of hanging out by their car.

One of the girls came over my way and said "Hi."

"Good morning," I said.

"That's a really pretty bike."

"Thank you."

"My Dad has one. It's not as nice as yours, though. His is a Road King."

"Thanks. This is a Heritage Softail Classic. I assume you like motorcycles?"

"Yeah. I love 'em. But I don't get to ride much. My Dad takes me sometimes, but he says he'd rather ride alone."

"Well maybe you should get one of your own."

"Yeah, maybe someday. But it'll be a while. I hate to ask. But would you mind taking me for a ride?" She looked a little embarrassed and acted very shy.

I assumed this was the girl that had made the comment about taking her for a ride anytime. And that it was about me. But, no, probably she was talking about some guy her age that had a bike, and seeing mine had sparked the comment about him. "Well. No, I wouldn't mind. But I have to ask. How old are you? I don't want to get in any trouble."

"I'm 20. Me and my friends over there graduated from BHS 2 years ago and go to the community college in Newport now. We're going to the lake today."

"Well. Okay. Sure. I'll take you for a ride. Do you want to make it a real short one and I'll bring you back here? Or I can drop you off at the lake later if you want."

"That would be awesome if you could drop me at the lake. You don't mind? I don't want to make you change your plans."

"Not at all. I'm not going any place in particular. Just riding wherever the spirit leads me. Up on the mountain, through the national forest, out in the country. I'm sure I would be at the lake sometime anyway. So, sure. I can drop you at the lake."

"Awesome. Let me tell my friends to go ahead and I'll meet them there."

She walked back over to her friends. I watched her ass and legs as she walked away. She was quite pretty. Longish blonde hair, nice legs, nice ass, smallish tits, and a very pretty face. It looked like her friends were a little skeptical about her leaving with an older man she didn't even know. And rightfully so. It's good they were concerned. I heard them tell her, "Okay. We can't stop you. But I hope you know what you're doing."

She said, "I'll be fine. Ya'll go ahead. I'll see you there in a little while."

She came back over to me. I said, "By the way, I'm Dave."

"Hi Dave. I'm Cheryl."

CHAPTER 2

I got Cheryl the extra helmet out of the trunk on the back of my bike. I had left it there last summer when I took my sister's son, Tony, for a ride. There was also a rainsuit in there in case I got caught in a rainstorm, as well as a blanket that Trish, my ex, and I used to sit on when we stopped to eat or something. On the rare occasions that we went out on the bike, that is. I asked Cheryl if she needed help getting it on and buckled. She said she was okay. I also asked if she wanted to go home to change into jeans instead of shorts, but again she said she was fine.

I climbed on and fired up the engine. I told Cheryl she could get on now. She climbed on behind me. She got situated with her feet on the floorboards and leaned back against the backrest. I asked if she was ready and she said, "Hell yeah. Let's go." She waved to her friends as we pulled away.

My bike is fairly quiet so we could talk as we rode. I don't go in for the loud pipes. I think they sound good, but I just can't ride all day hearing that. And I like to listen to music while I ride, too. I usually use earbuds. I didn't today as I had a passenger. I asked, "Is there anywhere in particular you want to go, Cheryl? And do you need to get back at any certain time?"

"Not really. Up on the mountain sounds good. I love it up there. And, no, no rush. I've got all day. So wherever you want to go is fine with me. Thanks for taking me."

"My pleasure." I headed out of town, out through the suburbs, and into the country. This would eventually take us up to the top of the mountain. I cruised along slowly so we could talk a little. Truth is, I never ride fast. To me, riding is all about just tooling along enjoying the scenery. If somebody gets behind me and there's nowhere to pass, I pull over and let them go by. I looked at Cheryl in my mirrors. She was leaning back against the backrest and had a big smile on her face. I asked how she was doing back there.

"Perfect. This is great. Thank you so much." I could tell she had ridden before. She knew how to lean with the bike and was perfectly comfortable. I was glad I could make her happy. After about 30 minutes Cheryl leaned up against my back and put her arms around my waist. She put her chin on my shoulder and said, "Thank you so much. This is the best. I love riding."

I was aware of her breasts pressing against my back. And her arms around my waist. It made me have thoughts a 40 year old man shouldn't have about a 20 year old girl. I tried to not think those things and watched the trees and countryside go by. I had no intention of making a move on this young girl.

Cheryl pulled away from my back and I saw in the mirror that she was texting. When she finished she leaned up against me again and told me that was her friend Tracy making sure she was okay. I asked, "Do you want to stop so you can call her?"

"No. I texted and told her I was fine, not to worry."

"It's good that your friends care enough to check on you. You did leave with a strange man after all."

"Yeah. They're great. And I just felt I could trust you or I never would have asked for a ride. I don't do that kind of thing. I'm usually pretty shy."

CHAPTER 3

We had been riding for about an hour and were on the Parkway on top of the mountain. I pulled into a picnic area, stopped, and shut the engine off. "I gotta pee," I said. "That coffee I had earlier wants out." There was a restroom here that I had used many times.

Cheryl said she did, too. I was waiting by the bike when she came back. I handed her a bottle of water I had gotten out of my little cooler in my saddlebag. "Thanks," she said.

"Want to walk a little bit and stretch our legs? There's a nice little trail just over there that goes out to an overlook with a great view."

"Yeah, that sounds great." We walked out to the overlook, just about 200 yards or so. It was a little bit of a climb and we were both out of breath when we got there.

When I got my breath back, I asked, "Have you been here before?"

"Yeah. A few times. Me and my friends come here sometimes. It's gorgeous. I love the view. When I have binoculars I can see my house from here. Well. my parent's house."

"I have binoculars. Do you want them?"

"No. I'm good."

We chatted for a while and I learned she was studying to be a veterinary assistant. She was taking courses at the community college as she said earlier. She worked part time at the Target store in town. Her Dad was a dentist and her Mom worked at a tax office. As we were walking back down the trail I told her I was a welder. And that I was divorced. Never had any kids. And that I was just getting back into riding the way I want to because there had always been something to keep me from it when I was married.

"Are you ready to head back? Just let me know whenever you're ready."

"No. I'm good. If you are. If you want to keep riding, I'm up for it. Unless you want to take me back and ride by yourself."

"No. Not at all. I like having you along. It's nice having companionship."

She smiled and said, "I think so, too.

We climbed back on the bike and took off again. Cheryl sat back against the backrest, smiled, and let her hair blow in the breeze from beneath the helmet. She held her arms out like she was flying. She was having a ball, which made me happy. Shortly she leaned into me and put her arms around my waist again and her chin on my shoulder. I must say I enjoyed when she did that.

CHAPTER 4

I stopped again in about an hour. We were off of the mountain now and at a small pull off beside a river in the valley. It was a beautiful spot that I had stopped at many times to enjoy the view and the river. It was always so peaceful and quiet, and rarely anyone else there.

We walked down to the river, took our shoes off and waded in. It was cold but felt good. I had to roll my pants legs up but she was wearing shorts. We watched the fish swimming by us, and watched a snake swimming downstream. That scared me a little but she said she wasn't afraid of snakes.

We went back up on the riverbank and I said, "Wait here. I'll be right back." I came back carrying my 2 little coolers. One had 2 more bottles of water in it and the other had a ham and cheese sandwich and a slice of apple pie I had packed for lunch. I spread the blanket I had brought also and said, "Let's have some lunch."

"Oh no. That's your lunch. I'm not gonna eat your lunch. You go ahead. I'm fine."

"Nonsense. We'll split it. I don't expect you to go without food."

"No. Really. I'm good. I can wait."

"Just shut up and eat. It ain't much, but it'll hold us until we can get some more."

I cut the sandwich in half with my pocket knife, after rinsing it in the river, and gave her half along with a bottle of water. We ate in silence watching the water flow down the river and a flock of ducks floating downstream with it. It was so peaceful. We took turns taking bites of the pie as there was no way to cut and divide it. We both said we were okay with sharing a spoon.

We waded in the river again after eating. And went for a short hike. When we came back we sat on the blanket by the river chatting. Cheryl said, "This has been a wonderful day. Thank you, Dave. I can't remember when I had this good a time."

"I'm glad you've had a good day. I have, too. It's been nice getting to know you. How long are your friends gonna be at the lake? Do you need to get back?"

"I texted them a little while ago and told them I wasn't coming. That I would get you to take me home. Hopefully."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you miss your day out with your friends. You should've said something."

"No. You didn't make me miss anything. I would rather be doing this. I can go to the lake anytime. And you did ask if I needed to go and I said no. It's not your fault. I chose this. And I'm glad I did."

"I am, too. But, seriously, you tell me if you need to go."

"Okay. I will." We sat and chatted some more. Then she laid back on the blanket, put her hands behind her head and said, "Damn. I love it here. I've never been here before."

I laid back beside her. "Yeah. It is beautiful here. Whenever I'm out this way I always stop here. Found it by accident one day a few years ago when I was out riding. It's one of my favorite spots."

"I can see why." We laid there silently for a while, staring at the clouds. I looked over at her at one point thinking maybe she had gone to sleep. But she was just silently enjoying the beauty.

After about 10 minutes Cheryl rolled over on her side towards me and raised up on one elbow. "I want to thank you again for taking me for a ride. And for making this a wonderful day. I really have had a wonderful time. Thank you." She leaned over and kissed my cheek.

"Oh, it's my pleasure. It's me who should be thanking you. I love riding and it's so much more fun when you have somebody with you that loves it as much as you do."

She leaned over and kissed me again. This time on the lips. Just a quick peck. Then she raised up and looked down at me. The next time she kissed me it wasn't just a peck. It was a full on wet, open mouth kiss that lasted 15 seconds or more.

"Uhh. Cheryl? What are you doing?"

"I think you know. Don't you like it? Did I do something wrong? Is there something wrong with me?"

"No, no. Nothing wrong. And, hell yeah, I liked it. But. Cheryl, I'm old enough to be your Dad. Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Oh yeah. I'm quite certain." She leaned in and kissed me again. I didn't even think any more about how young she was. My sex drive took over. I returned her kisses and my hand automatically went to the back of her head. I stroked her hair as we kissed. She rolled over and laid directly on top of me. She moved her hips around and continued kissing me.

She rolled off of me but kept her lips locked to mine. Our tongues were dancing with each other. I felt her hand on my dick, which had hardened about halfway just from her squirming around on top of me. She squeezed my half hard cock through my pants. It didn't stay half hard for long. It was getting uncomfortable down there in my tight jeans. But I got relief quickly when she unzipped my jeans and fished my erection out through the opening.

She continued kissing me and was now stroking my hard cock in her tiny, soft hand. If I had allowed myself to let go I could have cum almost instantly. But I didn't want that and I knew she wouldn't either. So I held back.

My hand found her breast through her tank top. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were already hard. Her breasts weren't big, but they were firm. One was not a handful, as they say, but it was plenty. I brought my hand up to the top of her shirt and reached inside to caress her bare breasts.

She stopped stroking my cock to remove her shirt. She lifted it up and over her head and shook her head to settle her hair back in place. Then she leaned over and wrapped her lips around my ready to burst cock. She tried to go all the way down on it but couldn't. Not that it's that big, more like she was inexperienced. And some women can and some can't. She contented herself to bob her head up and down on about half of it.

I ran my fingers through her hair and ran my hand up and down her bare back. I loved the feel of her soft, smooth skin. I reached under and fondled and squeezed her tits while she was sucking my cock. She stopped sucking and asked, "Am I doing it right? I haven't done this a lot."

"You are doing it perfect." She smiled and unbuckled my jeans. She went to my feet and pulled them off. I slid my underwear down and she pulled them off, also. Then I sat up and pulled my t-shirt over my head.

Cheryl was beside me on her knees. She reached down and took my cock in her hand again. She slowly stroked it up and down. I unbuckled her shorts and pushed them to her knees. She raised up to allow me to push them past her knees. She reached back and removed them the rest of the way. I gazed at her beauty for a few seconds. She was topless and her nipples were hard little nubbins. She still had her panties on. They were very sexy. Not a thong, but quite skimpy. Basically just straps on the sides at her waist but covered her vagina and most of her ass cheeks. They were a light purple color and had dark purple bands of lace at the leg openings and the waist. I didn't remove them immediately because I love panties.

She was watching me this whole time, knowing I was loving the sight of her in her sexy purple panties. I raised up and locked my lips to hers. I fondled her tits as we kissed. She still had a hold of my cock and moved her hand slowly up and down. I kissed her neck, down her chest, and finally her tits. I caressed and squeezed one as I kissed and licked the other one. I took the hard nipple between my lips and sucked on it. I gently nibbled on it with my teeth. First one, then the other. I had been cupping and caressing her ass as I did this.

I brought my hand around and felt her hot, wet panties over her pussy. She started stroking my dick faster. I told her she was going to have to stop for a minute or I was going to cum. She started massaging my balls, instead. I rubbed the wet crotch of her panties, then worked a finger inside the leg band and felt her hot lips. I didn't feel any hair. I ran my finger up and down her slit a few times while she moaned and continued to fondle my balls.

I withdrew my hand and reached for the waistband of those sexy purple panties. I slid them to her knees and gazed at her vagina. It was hairless as I had suspected. I lightly touched my fingertips to her wet lips and she squealed. I ran my finger up and down. I inserted my forefinger into her and it slid in easily as she was soaking wet. She had a hold of my cock again. I withdrew my finger and stuck it in my mouth to taste her juice.

I maneuvered around and got my head between her legs. When I reached to remove her panties the rest of the way she raised her knees off the ground so I could take them the rest of the way off. I raised my mouth to her crotch. When my tongue made contact with her she squealed with delight. She was already soaking wet. Juices were leaking out of her hot pussy. I could feel the heat radiating off of her cunt and smell the smell of excited pussy. I kissed her lips and ran my tongue all over her ready and willing pussy. She sat down on my face and bent forward to take my cock in her mouth.

As she started sucking on my cock I stuck my tongue into her as far as I could. I wish I had a longer tongue. I wiggled it side to side, driving her crazy. She sucked my cock like it was the last one she'd ever have. She fondled my balls, and stroked my cock with her hand while she sucked it. I lapped at her pussy with my tongue, chewed on her lips, ran my finger in and out of her, and lightly toyed with her asshole with another finger. When I took her clit between my teeth and nibbled on it she raised up from my cock and screamed. If anyone had heard they might have thought someone was hurting her, but just the opposite. I was glad there was no one else there. "Oh my fucking God! I'm cumming! I"ve never cum like this before! Oh fuck! Eat me! Yes! Just like that! Oh yeah, right there!" She drenched my face. I swallowed all I could but it was just too much. She must of cum a quart. I know that's impossible, but it was a lot. She collapsed onto me and I continued to kiss and lick her dripping pussy.

When she recovered she dismounted from my face, turned around and kissed me. She licked her own juices off of my face. "Holy shit. That was incredible." She lifted her leg and straddled my torso and lay on me without removing her lips from mine. She rubbed her crotch all over my hard cock. She asked, "Do you have a condom?"

"No." I had not had any reason to have one with me until now. And I had not been looking for anything to happen, either. It just did.

"Okay. But don't cum in me. I'm not on the pill."

Then she reached down between our bodies, grasped my cock in her hand and guided it into her hot, wet pussy. I pushed upwards and she pushed back against me.