Madison's First Motorcycle Ride

There I was, minding my own business, drinking a non-alcoholic beer at a bar on a good, winding road in the Kentucky hills. I don't mix alcohol and motorcycling, period. I've had a couple of guys give me a hard time about that. One time I let them spin me up and I told them what I was actually thinking -- if you can drink and ride, then you must ride like a fucking pussy. That didn't end well. Good thing I was in front or that asshole would have taken me out when he low sided in that curve. I wasn't even pushing it. No-skills poser. The chicken strips on his tires should have told me he was all talk.

So when I felt the tap on my shoulder I reminded myself not to let anyone spin me up. All my worries vanished when I heard "um, excuse me." That was not a voice I needed to be worried about. I set my near beer down and turned around on my stool. The guy was a bit taller than me, but my impression was confirmed. This was not a guy who was going to give me any trouble.

"Yeah?"

"You're a motorcyclist, right? Is that your bike out front?"

I gave him my best sarcastic stare. I mean, my leather vest had a huge Indian motorcycle patch on the back, I had a couple of Sturgis patches, there was HELMET sitting next to me on the bar. Oh well, you gotta break the ice somehow. I just stared.

"It can carry a passenger, can't it?"

"It's got the seat for it, yes." I gave him my best deadpan answer, with "fuck off and leave me alone" right between the lines. Well, between the line. If he dragged this out there wasn't going to be any reading between the lines required

"My wife has always wanted to get a ride on a motorcycle." He gestured toward his table, and I have to say my jaw dropped. His wife was gorgeous. I mean, where does an obviously gutless dweeb like him get a wife who looks like her? Bet he's rich.

"And?"

"I was hoping you could take her for a ride."

"Seriously? You want me to ride your wife?"

I wouldn't tell if he missed the change in phrasing.

"It would really make her happy."

"And you'd do anything to make her happy?" I said, standing up to face him. He was taller, but I knew I had more in me than he did, in more ways than one. I was quite a bit broader, for one thing. "You know what you're giving her permission to do, right?" I put all the condescension I could into the question.

Now he looked nervous. "Uh, yes. I'd like her to get a ride."

I chuckled. "She might just get a ride... Introduce us."

We walked up to their table. She sat there with an awkward smile on her face, and gorgeous, wavy auburn hair spilling over her shoulders. She had a lightly tanned, very smooth complexion, pretty eyes, and a pair of lips that would give a monk ideas. She had perfect breasts; B cup, maybe C, and you could just tell the bra wasn't really about support -- they didn't need it. I wondered what her areola looked like. I wasn't too subtle about taking in the sights along her neckline.

"Sorry, I don't know your name."

"Mike"

"Mike, this is my wife. You can call her Sandy."

I ignored him. "Call you? What's your real name? I've got no time for bullshit."

"Madison." she said, looking up from underneath some amazing eyelashes. Her eyes flicked back and forth from her husband to me. Had they agreed on a fake name? What the hell?

"Hi Madison, your husband tells me you'd like to go for a ride."

Excitement broke through her shyness a bit. "Oh yes, that would be great -- I've always wanted to take a ride on a motorcycle."

"You ride my bike, you do what I say. Understand? A bad passenger is dangerous, and I need you to obey me no matter what."

"Okay."

"You good with this? You sure? Tell your wife to obey me."

"Sweetie, you need to obey him. I want you to be safe."

"I will -- I'll listen."

"How long will you be gone?" he asked.

"No idea, depends on how much fun we're having."

"Okay."

I walked around and helped Madison to her feet. I made sure he saw me feel her ass. She shuddered, but didn't pull away. This might be fun.

I walked her back to the bar and got my helmet. I threw a few bills on the bar next to the bottle, and ushered her out of the bar, ignoring hubby completely.

"So he doesn't ride?" It was obvious, but I wanted to see how she'd react.

"No, he's always wanted to but he's afraid."

"Sad. Life's too short to let fear stop you." I gave her ass a squeeze as I said it. She began breathing more deeply.

"So he needs me to help out. Does he need any more help, with anything else?" Her eyes flicked back up to mine. I saw some curiosity.

"You know what it costs to get a ride on a guy's bike, right? Gas, grass or ass. And I've got a full tank."

"So grass? I don't --"

"Neither do I. Never touch the stuff, I like my brain too much" I said, lifting my helmet.

"So..."

"Yep, I'm going to need your ass." I gave it another squeeze, then laughed a bit, just to make her wonder how serious I was. "You're pretty hot." I spun her around to get a full view, now that she was standing. Nice legs, in tight leggings. I caught a hint of cameltoe, which I always love seeing. I finished the spin with a quick brush of the back of my hand across her breasts. Firm and amazing. Her eyes got big, and she caught her breath, then panted. Holy shit, was she as horny as that made it seem?

A few steps later we were at my bike. It had a passenger seat, but no backrest. I had a half helmet tucked in one of the bags, and I got it out. I turned her around, which made no sense from a helmet standpoint, but it let me press myself against her ass as I set the helmet on her and adjusted the chin strap. Her ass was even firmer than her breasts. When I was done with the strap I let my hands fall, slowly brushing them over the tips of her breasts. Her nipples responded, firming up in very visible fashion.

I gave her some instructions -- never get on until I'm already on, and I tell you I'm ready. Same for getting off -- you only get off with permission. I smirked as she told me she understood. "We're going to lean over in the turns. Do whatever I do; keep your torso pressed against mine, and just mimic whatever I do. Especially in parking lots. When we're going slow, that's the riskiest time. Ninety miles an hour is a cinch -- ten miles an hour is much less stable. Never shift or wiggle or move while we're going really slow. Keep your arms around my waist and your feet on the pegs. Boots, good. Laces can get snagged. So, do you understand? Are you going to obey?"

"I understand -- yes."

I got on my bike and started it up. I double checked that I was in neutral, and hit the foot brake to lock the bike in place. "Okay, get on."

Madison put her hand on my shoulder and swung her leg over the bike, sporting a huge grin.

"Ready babe?"

"Am I a biker babe now?"

"Not yet toots. Soon. So you ready?"

"Yes."

"Good -- remember, obey my instructions and do what I do."

I lifted the bike off the kickstand and held us upright for a minute, waiting to see if she's shift or do anything I told her not to. This was a fun adventure, teasing a married woman, but getting out on the road is serious business. She listened well. I put it in gear, and took off -- a bit quicker than I usually would with a cold engine. It had the desired effect. She gripped me tightly, pressing her breasts into my back. I crossed the parking lot, and pulled out onto the road. It was a hilly area, so you were lucky to find a half mile of straight road. We were out of sight of the bar almost immediately. When we were up to speed, I took my left hand and reached back, running my hand along the inside of her thigh, right up to her crotch. She gasped, and I rubbed. Well, really all I had to do was hold a fist between her and the seat, transmitting the bike's vibrations to her pussy. I listened to her breathing grow deeper, then panting, then she began to moan.

That was my cue. I found a wider spot on the shoulder, pulled off, and put down the kickstand. I turned around and put my hand down her tights, discovering that she had a light patch of fur but no panties. I went right for her clit, and she gasped. She started moving her hips.

"Having a good ride?" I asked her as my other hand found her nipples. It was hard to maneuver with both of us wearing half helmets, but I got my mouth to her neck and kissed it, hard. She screamed and orgasmed on my fingers. I plunged into her wet body as she rode out her climax. She really needed some adventure, and I had a few days.

As she ground out the end of her orgasm, I whispered in her ear. "You have a choice -- go back now, or spend the next few days riding, and fucking. Make your choice. Now." I kept fingering, muddying her mind with the pleasure my body was giving hers.

"Call him and tell him you'll be back in a few days."

Madison started at me. "What's it gonna be toots?" I gave her breast a squeeze and she shuddered. She was obviously loving this. Had he ever seen his wife this turned on? I got my answer as she pulled out her phone.

"Baby, I'll be back in a few days." I reached out and hit the speaker button.

"What? A few DAYS? Where are you going?"

"Wherever Mike takes me."

"And believe me, I'm going to take her." I said, in a voice dripping with obvious intent. "She needs it. Tell her to obey me -- again."

"What? Are you --"

"Yes, I'm going to give her a weekend like she's never imagined. But she needs it. Now tell her to obey -- NOW!"

"Honey, you need to obey him" came the whispered voice.

"Madison, tell him what I just did."

"He -- he fingered me and I came."

"WHAT?!?"

"See you dude." I hit the button to hang up the call.

"Now, I made you cum -- next stop you return the favor. Let's go." Madison's eyes were huge, staring at me as she processed everything that had just happened.

I got back on the bike. I nodded to tell Madison I was ready. When she started to swing her leg over the bike, I stopped her.

"Hang on. Lose the bra."

"What? I like this --"

"OBEY ME. Lose the bra."

She stared for a moment, then pulled her shirt up. She couldn't get it over the helmet, so she bundled it around her neck and reached behind her back. It really was a pretty bra. She released the clasp, pulled it forward, and released her breasts. I grabbed the bra and threw it behind her.

"Nice -- very nice. Hang on, don't move."

She put her hands over her breasts. I took her arm, spun her around and gave her a good smack on her ass.

"You aren't used to a man who expects obedience, are you? Well you need to learn fast. Now show me those tits!"

She panted from the sting on her ass, but she turned around and put her hands under her breasts, presenting them to me, looking up from under her eyelashes.

"That's better." I got out my phone and took a few pictures. "Okay, pull your shirt down and let's get going."

She was learning fast. She got on when I told her it was okay, and off we went. I was heading for a big nearby park with lots of empty roads. Good, curvy roads. I gave her a few hours' education in riding, starting with gentle leans and smooth, gradual throttle application. As the miles rolled by, the road grew more twisty. I started leaning the bike more, giving it a bit more throttle just past the apex. She held on tight and did a great job of obeying my instructions on how to be a good passenger. After several miles of great roads at an athletic pace, I slowed. There was a good overlook coming up. A patch of trees had been cleared to show visitors the valley below. But the trees around the clearing were thick.

I rolled to a stop in the parking lot, put down the kickstand, and told Madison she could get off. I turned off the bike and helped her take her helmet off. I clipped our helmets to the handlebar, then led her over to the overlook. When we got close, though, I changed direction, moving into the trees. She looked up at me. "Where are we going?"

"It's my turn" I said, putting my hands on her shoulders. She stared up at me as she allowed me to guide her to her knees. I unbuckled my belt and pushed down my pants. My dick sprang out right in front of her face. "You know what to do."

She bit her lip and nodded, transfixed by the strangers' erection just inches from her face. I put my hand on her head and guided her to my rod. After a moment's hesitation I felt her lips close around my knob. She took a few tentative sucks, then I began moving myself in and out of her mouth. After a few minutes I let her take over, and she bobbed on my erection. I got my phone and took a few pictures. "Look up at me." She was shocked to see what I was doing, but she didn't pause. I smiled -- she was learning. But she needed to learn. She was clearly not very experienced at giving head. I let her practice for a bit, then put my hand on her head and started to really use her mouth.

"Hey -- watch those teeth!"

"Mm-kmmph"

"And don't spill a drop -- here it comes!"

"Mmmph?"

I pictured myself teaching her all sorts of new skills, giving her more pleasure than she'd ever experienced it. Time for her to start earning her sexual education. I flexed my legs, pushed myself a bit deeper into her mouth, and unloaded my cum inside her. She squirmed a bit, but I held her head. It was a token show, and her "mmmm" proved it.

"Don't spill a drop. Swallow it all. Oh yeah, that's it. Swallow!" I throbbed as she worked to obey me. She hadn't give much of a blowjob, but at least she finished it properly. Of course, I hadn't given her much choice.

"Was that the first time you've ever swallowed?"

"That was the first time I ever did any of that?"

"That was your first blowjob? Holy shit, where does your husband go to get head?"

"He doesn't. He knows I don't like it. Well, I didn't think I would like it."

"But you did, didn't you?"

"Well.... Yes."

"Good. I'm going to teach you to do it better. Rule one is no teeth, ever. Rule two is always swallow. When I give it to you, you appreciate it."

"My girlfriends say guys like to shoot it all over their face. What about that?"

"Not my thing. I'm teaching you to please me, and you're obeying like hubby told you, right?"

"Right."

"Never let me feel your teeth, ever, and always swallow every drop."

"Yes sir."

"Ah, you're starting to catch on. Take off your clothes."

"Here!?"

"Yes, here -- you were told to obey, you agreed to obey, not stop second guessing me! Strip!"

She quickly pulled off her top. She glanced toward the parking lot, still visible through the trees, and then pushed down her tights. I turned her around and pushed her forward. She braced herself against a tree. I pushed her legs a bit further apart, then ran my fingers between her lips. She was soaking wet.

"You really enjoyed that, didn't you?"

As she started to answer I pushed two fingers into her. Whatever she was going to say was lost in the groan. I leaned over and licked her cheek. I moved and ran my tongue along the valley between her cheeks. I stopped just short of the pink little pucker, and bit her cheek. Then I moved up and sucked on her neck, while rhythmically thrusting the fingers in and out of her body. I reached down and cupped one of her magnificent breasts. When I pinched the nipple, she screamed. I almost had to hold her up as her orgasm rippled out from her pussy, setting her whole body alive with quivering. I kept her going as long as I could. Finally her knees buckled, and she sagged against the base of the tree. She sat there with her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. I caught some beautiful photos.

When she was herself again, I handed her clothes to her. As she was pulling them back on, I asked her for her husband's number. Her head snapped up, and she opened her mouth. Then she paused, and rattled off the numbers.

"Good, you're learning" I said and kissed her forehead.

She stared at me as I typed the number into chat, then added a couple of photos. First I sent the photo of her at the base of the tree, naked and clearly panting. Then I sent the photo of her mouth wrapped around my dick. Then I closed the app.

We walked out of the trees, and enjoyed the view for a couple of minutes. Just as we were about to leave an older couple pulled up. They asked if we wanted a photo together, and I told them we'd appreciate it. I held her to my side like a loving husband, and I wasn't even surprised when she wrapped her arms around my waist and looked up at me for the photos. Some odd looks prompted me to check, and I saw some light stains on her knees.

We got back on the bike and headed off into the woods. We went another hour before it was time for a gas stop. This bike was good for a bit over 200 miles, and I hadn't had a full tank when we left the bar. I pulled into the station at the intersection and asked her to go in and get us a couple of drinks. I checked my phone and saw that there were replies to the photos I'd sent, but I ignored them. I filled the tank and heard the door to the shop open. I turned and appreciated the beautiful, naive woman walking toward me. Her breasts bounced a bit more without the bra, and watching her legs move in the tights was a pleasure. She handed me my iced tea and I took hers. She gave me a quizzical look until she was I was opening it for her. She took it back with a dazzling smile.

"So how did you end up with him?"

"He's a nice guy. He makes me feel safe."

"Safe? Really? Do you feel safe now?"

She thought for a moment. "Mostly. I mean, this is NOT how I pictured the day playing out, but I trust you. And I know you can... teach me. You're really dangerous, but you're also... you're what I need. I want to see another side of life."

We drank our drinks, threw away the bottles and I started the bike.

"Where to next?" she asked.

"Does it matter?" I answered.

"I guess not. Let's ride."

I chose a road that put a good town about two hours away. This was a great stretch of road. Forests with the occasional lake, very little traffic, lots up twists and turns and climbing and descending. "Not many people get a first ride as good as this one" I thought.

The road straightened a bit and another bike rounded the oncoming turn. I waved as we passed, and he waved back. "That's cool" Madison said into my ear.

"It's your job now. I'll take care of the riding, you take care of the waving."

"Really?" I nodded. "Cool."

She was starting to squirm after a while. She didn't have her riding legs. I thought to myself "She might be -- scratch that, she WILL be sore tomorrow." We passed a sign that said we were still 40 miles from our destination, so I pulled over and told her to get off.

"You need to stretch your legs a bit. Any time you're on a bike for more than an hour or two, change up your position every now and then. You won't get as stiff. No matter how comfortable you are, if you lock yourself in the same place for hours you'll get stiff. Shift forward and backward a bit, move your feet forward or back on the pegs, just change the angles of your joints. But don't do it suddenly. Smoothly and gradually so you don't upset my steering."

"You're a good teacher" she said, batting her eyelashes. I realized she was wondering if this stop was going to involve another intimate lesson. I acted like I'd noticed something on her boot. I walked over, crouched down to look at her boot, and ran my fingers up her leg all the way to her pussy. She gasped as I rubbed it for a minute, then abruptly turned and got back on the bike. I listened to her heavy breathing as I pulled on my helmet.

"Come on, let's ride!"

"O-ohkay." She pulled on her helmet, made sure I was ready, and got on behind me. Off we went.

Everything was great until we were just a few miles from town. An oncoming truck ran wide in a corner, and I had to change my line pretty radically. Madison gripped me tightly, but didn't scream or twist.