I was on the edge of waking, in that zone when you knew there was no pressure to get up and go to work or have to do something. Just the pleasant dreamlike semi wakeful state when my mobile rang softly.
I sighed. Just one day of peace, please!
After I had left Jessica's house I rode home and crashed out on the bed for the afternoon. That tantric stuff was draining. My stomach woke me early evening and I ordered a take out before crashing out again for another twelve hours.
Sunday. I could relax.
I picked up the device making the incessant noise and looked at the display. It was a mobile number I didn't recognise. Do I answer? Yes, no, yes, no.
Oh, may as well. Probably some bloody marketing call, or wrong number. Well, I'd had sixteen or seventeen hours sleep, most of it straight and uninterrupted.
"Hello?" I queried.
"Hi David!" came the enthusiastic female voice. "It's Amber!"
"Hi Amber!" my spirits suddenly soared.
"I asked Mr Wilde, err, Mike for your number. I hope you don't mind?"
"No, no not at all!" I reassured. "How did you do at your competition?"
"Oh, really great, but my pussy was throbbing all morning!" she said matter of factly.
I reach under the covers and squeezed my dick.
"Really?" I said, "Why was that?" baiting her.
"I met this nice guy who banged my brains out and took my virginity," she said huskily.
"He took your virginity?"
"Yes," she said firmly.
"But you still got the box it came in don't you?" I responded, unable to resist the punch line.
She burst out laughing and took a moment to settle down.
"Yes, but it's empty and lonely now," she added a little forlornly.
"Oh Amber! I'm so sad for your plight!"
"Hey," she whispered, "guess what?"
She continued, not waiting for a reply. "When I got home on Friday night I ate your cum out of my panties."
My cock stiffened dramatically in my fist and I stroked it slowly.
"Go on", I urged.
"I didn't want mom to find them full of spunk when she washed them so I licked them clean. It was a yummy late night snack!"
My god! Were all the women in that household carnal addicts? I wondered about her sister.
"Hey Amber, I was thinking of taking the bike out today, seeing it's nice. Want to come?"
"Oh, wow! That would be so cool! Yeah!"
"You'll need some proper gear. Meet me at Mike and Lisa's in thirty minutes. I saw some women's leathers there when I was looking around for clothes to wear. I'm sure Lisa will be cool about you borrowing them."
"Ok! See you there!" the enthusiasm in her voice was clear.
I lay there a moment, eyes closed, stroking myself. Images of our coupling on the bike running through my head and her slurping my cum off her panties, the sticky liquid dripping off her lips and chin, smearing on her face.
I sent a text to Mike to tell him I was coming over, then quickly washed and dressed.
When I arrived at the house, Amber was already there. Lisa was picking out stuff and getting Amber to try it on.
"Amber hey?" Mike said to me out of earshot of the girls. "Good pickup! Anything in the future?"
"Crikey Mike, I hardly know the girl!" I retorted. "Anyway, what is she, eighteen? Nineteen? I'm twenty-seven. The age gap might be a little big."
"She's a hot little number though," Mike said admiringly, as we spied her in the room looking at the selection on the bed. "At least I can say I banged the babysitter by proxy!" and slapped me on the back while he burst out laughing.
"Har, de har har," I responded. "Do you always have sex on the brain?"
"Yup!" he answered.
"Well, back off buddy. That's my job!" and punched him playfully in the ribs.
"Here she is guys!" Lisa announced.
Amber stepped from behind Lisa dressed in bike gear.
Mike and I gave a simultaneous wolf whistle. Hot! She was incendiary!
She wore a ladies leather jacket that accentuated her already broad shoulders and slim waist. Half unzipped down the front with her long blonde braided ponytail slung across her left shoulder and hanging down between her breasts to her navel.
Kevlar reinforced denims hung off her hips and tucked into knee high leather boots. I wanted to take her right there on the spot. My eyes ran up and down her form as Lisa explained.
"We couldn't find any suitable leather pants as I'm a bit longer in the legs and more hippy than Amber, so we settled on the Kevlar jeans, which were easier to tuck into the boots."
Mike chirped up, breaking the spell, "Hey guys, we've got hot pancakes and fresh coffee. Want a bite to eat before you head off?"
We sat at the table and ate our fill of the magnificent breakfast Lisa had made. Young Christopher who had been playing in the lounge came up to me.
"Da da!" he babbled, reaching his arms out to me. He then looked at Mike. "Da da?" he said again, quizzically. We laughed and Lisa picked him up.
"Oh, poor baby! You've got two da da's now," she informed him.
"Where you off to Dave?" Mike asked.
"I thought about doing the Great Ocean Road."
"It'll be nice down there today," he added. "Probably every man and his bike will be out. You take care. Love to be going with you, but domestics to attend to you know." He looked at Lisa then winked at me.
We all walked to the bike. I got on it and started it up, the growl of the engine sounding sweet. Amber jumped up and settled behind me on the pillion, hugging close to me.
Waving goodbye we roared out into the morning sunshine, heading for the bridge and the highway to Geelong and the Ocean Road. Traffic was light and we made good time. Once out on our playground I wound the throttle out and ate up the long sweeping curves of one of the best roads in the world.
The wind whistled past, the bitumen leeringly close on the tightest turns. The exhilaration heightened the senses, adrenalin flooding the body, heart beating fast. It was the most fun you could have without taking your pants off. Amber was a perfect pillion. Hugging close to me, head on my shoulder, leaning with the bike. Perfect balance. I hardly knew she was there.
We stopped a little bit outside of Apollo Bay, in an area off the road overlooking the magnificent view of Bass Strait. Amber leapt off the bike deftly and landed sure footed on the ground bringing her arms up and thrusting her chest out, like she had just completed the best gymnastics routine of her life.
I smiled in my helmet shaking my head. Then took it off. She removed hers and immediately sat astride my legs.
"That was incredible!" she gushed. "I'm feeling sooooo horny," as she ground her groin into mine. "The speed, the turns, the vibration of the engine, what a rush! I'm so wet, you can't believe!"
I unzipped her jacket and reached in, my hand closing around a firm breast through her tee shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra. A very erect nipple bore into my palm through the thin material.
She moaned softly and kissed me, our mouths opening and tongues playing over each other.
"Take me, please!" she pleaded as we broke our kiss.
I looked around. Cars and bikes zoomed past. This was a bit too public.
I motioned her up and led her by the hand through the bushes and down a slight slope towards the sea. A small grassy clearing shielded by scrub on all sides but the seaward one. It looked perfect.
I lay down on the ground, propped up on my elbows. Amber stood astride me and removed her jacket and tee. Her breasts bounced freely, defying gravity, long nipples stiffened in contact with the cooler sea breeze. She sat astride my hips, unzipping my jacket and ran her hands up under my tee shirt massaging my chest. I returned the favour cupping a delicious firm tit in each hand, pulling and rolling the nipples, massaging the soft flesh.
She groaned and ground her crotch into mine. Eyes closed head thrown back, long ponytail hanging off to one side.
My cock stiffened with the sensations of her breasts in my hands and crotch pressing into me.
"Mmmmmmm," she hummed. "I think something needs to be released," and smiled broadly with beautiful white even teeth sparkling in the light, green eyes fixed on mine. She wiggled down and sat just above my knees, pulling the zipper to my leathers down. Busy hands worked at the buckle on my jeans belt. Freeing me of the restrictions, she pulled both pants down my legs, and then removing my boots before taking the garments off me completely.
"Ouch!" I cried, "This grass is sharp!" as pinpricks poked into my delicate behind.
Amber giggled and handed me the trousers, which I quickly placed under me.
"Now, where were we?" I enquired.
"I believe I was going to suck your cock," she replied. "I want to taste your juice direct from the source!" and then grasped my thick member in both hands and enveloped the knob in her velvety warm mouth.
"Ahhhhhh!" I groaned loudly as her tongue swirled over the sensitive glans. I spread my legs and she settled kneeling between them.
