I have always loved motorcycles, especially Harley's and Indians. What's even better is the leather the bikers wear.
I was sitting in a coffee shop one morning deciding where I wanted to go for a few days' vacation. I heard a loud motorcycle pull up in the parking lot and looked out the window. You got off your bike, took your helmet off and as you turned around to come into the coffee shop you stopped my heart. You were the sexiest man I had ever seen. The leather chaps you had on accentuated one nice tight ass. Your leather jacket had fringe that swayed as you walked.
I caught your eye as you came in, and you walked over to my table and asked if you could join me. Of course I said yes. I already knew I wanted you. After some small talk, you asked what my plans were for the weekend, and I replied I was deciding where to go for a few days. You made the suggestion that I join you on your bike for a few days and you would show me the country side from your bike. The longer I looked at you, the hotter I got. We got up and went to your bike.