My sleek black motorcycle seems to float along the ground as I hit speeds over 90 mph. I am so anxious to see Rachel that I have to keep checking to keep it under 100. The distance to her seems so small, but the usual hour long trip is shrinking fast as I glide through traffic.
Rachel is a beautiful woman, 24 with looks that makes guys drool. Standing 6' tall with gorgeous 36D breasts and a nice curvy ass, she makes me forget what I am doing when I look at her. Her hair styles changes a lot, but here lately it's been short in the back, longer in the front with a splash of purple. I don't usually go for unusual hair styles, but it's cute on Rachel. Her most stunning feature is her smile; it lights up her face. When I see it, all I can think is how beautiful she is. Daydreaming of her, I damned near miss my turn.
I park in front of her apartment and text her to come on down. I check myself in my motorcycle's mirror as I wait. I still have the same build as when I played football in high school and at 6' 200lbs I'm no small guy. I run my hand through my short blondish brown hair to fix the windblown look, pull off my sunglasses, and look at my eyes in the mirror. My blue eyes sparkle, but I still wonder at Rachel's interest in me; I'm 8 years older.
I look up to the sound of a door closing and watch her bounce down the stairs. It's a nice fall day, but a little chilly to be on a motorcycle. Rachel is dressed for the weather in a gray hoodie and jeans. The clothes may hide her wonderful body but nothing can dampen her smile as she comes down the steps. I quickly move to meet her halfway and pull her into a hug. I can feel the warmth of her body and the softness of her breasts as we squeeze one another. Teal eye shadow highlights her brown eyes, and I am tempted to kiss her for the first time. We've seen one another a few times, but a first kiss is a big step. My mind races to figure out what I want but my other head knows what it wants as an erection begins to form. Her soft, warm body pressing against me is winning over my common sense, and I pull away before she notices.
"Hello beautiful," I manage with a grin. "You ready for our ride?"
Rachel sticks out her tongue and makes a "phttt" sound. "I'm dressed for it," she jokes.
"And don't you look lovely," I tease.
"You said it was just us casual on the motorcycle, jerk!"
It was our usual playful banter. "Well, let's get this show on the road," I say, climbing onto the bike and patting the rear seat for her. Rachel climbs on behind me, snuggles in real close, and wraps her arms around me. The feeling of her body pressing into mine is distracting, and I am certain I can feel her nipples through all the layers.
We take off, and I stick to the major roads to let her get accustomed to the motorcycle; Rachel's never been on a motorcycle before. As the miles roll by on her first ride, I can feel Rachel's body begin to relax. We come to a stop at a red light and I place my hand on her thigh and ask, "So how do you like it?"
"It's way better than I thought," she breathes in my ear. I could already tell the ride was exciting her. Heat radiated from her warmed my lower back. We take off again and I take the opportunity to run my hand up her thigh from knee to hip.
After a little teasing and her occasionally breathing in my ear as she talks, my cock responds to the warmth flowing from her body. I run my hand up her thigh as we cruise down the road and I feel her body tremble. Her warm breath causes me to twitch, thinking, "I could get used to this." I pull the bike to the side of the road and stop in an open space. I turn to face Rachel and her beautiful eyes mesmerize me. The words die in my throat as I reach out my hand and cup her neck. I gently pull her to me and our lips meet in our first kiss. We're tentative for a second, but then she opens her mouth for our tongues to touch.