On the Bie

The knock on the hotel door sounds so loud in the empty room. Taking one last look in the mirror, I move towards the door, tucking a short strand of hair behind my ear. Hair braided, tank top and bra, jeans, and Harley boots complete my outfit...I hope it meets your approval. A nervous breath and I open the door to see you standing in the hallway, mischief lighting your eyes and curling your lips. I step back in invitation, and you follow me into the room, closing the door behind you, before pushing me against the wall, your lips descending to mine. The strength of your body and the gentleness of the kiss are a delicious blend I can't get enough of.

Pushing you back I murmur, "Aren't we going to be late?" Your answer, while succinct and growly, makes me laugh, as you back away and pull me slowly to the door. Grabbing my helmet as we walk out, I'm excited about getting to ride with you.

Nothing is sexier than a man on a bike...unless he's looking at you with hunger while escorting you to it. The night is warm, and you laugh at me as I pull the helmet on, but you know my stance on this. I may not wear the jacket, but always the helmet. You throw a leg over, looking over your shoulder as I scramble on behind you -- being short has its disadvantages. Feeling a little daring myself, I slide my hands into the arms of your vest, tickling both nipples before scraping my fingernails along your skin as I pull them back. I feel you inhale sharply, and grin to myself as I demurely slip my hands around your waist, and snuggle close against your back.

The ride, as usual, is exhilarating. We take the back roads, where we can go a little faster, and worry less about cops. The party at the lake is in full swing by the time we get there, and people who know us well all call out a hearty, if ribald, greeting. I blush a little, but you just grin, and make everyone wonder. The night is young, and there is merriment to be had, good food, and conversation to be shared. Time flies...and we are having fun.

Eventually, there are just a few people left. We all chat, then someone comes up with a brilliant idea -- skinny dipping! Bright smiles greet this suggestion, and we all head off down the beach. An enterprising soul has thoughtfully provided a few towels, and we use one to sit down and take our boots off. I hesitate, but the challenge in your eyes makes me stand up, and strip off bra and tank on one motion. I toss them on your head, and shimmy out of my jeans, laughing as you growl at me, mock threateningly. But that hunger is back in your eyes...and I'm sure it's shining in my own as well. I saunter towards the water, knowing you are watching me walk away, and I put an extra swing to my hips. The water is warm; it's been hot for weeks, with very little rain. I swim out a little, still a touch shy, and listen to the catcalls and hoots of our fellow party people. Not paying attention, I give a little gasp, as something brushes by me, until I realize it's you swimming by and reaching out to stroke my hip, ass, and ribs. Waiting for you, I grab your arm the next time, and drag you to the surface, laughing at the surprised expression on your face.

I kick away, making sure to not catch anything that might be painful, and swim a little deeper. We all play for a while, or chat while basking in the water. Looking around, I realize we are the last two people in the water: everyone else has bailed, so it must be getting really late. Looking around, to ensure we are alone, I move closer, unable to see your expression. The moon has set, so it must be three or four in the morning. We are about shoulder deep on me, so standing on tiptoe to wind my arms around your neck means I am still safely under water, as far as my 'assets' are concerned. Your arms slide around my body, one hand tracing my spine, the other sliding along my hip to cup my ass, bringing me closer. My eyes close as I slide up to wrap my legs around your hips, and our lips meet again. Our tongues dance as our lips move, and I run my fingertips across your skull, igniting goose bumps across our skin.

Knowing that this is not a good angle, and wanting to try something a little more adventurous, I pull away, then swim for the shore, knowing you'll follow. It takes you a moment to realize I am really leaving you there, and come after me. Gaining the shore, I scoop up my clothes and boots, and rush off toward the bike, laughter trailing softly behind me. The bike is sitting under a tree, looking sleek and dangerous. Dropping my clothes to the side, I climb on, stark naked and dripping wet, facing away from the handlebars. Straddling the seat, I lean back against the tank, and wait for you, grinning to myself.

A thought occurs, and I wait, sure you'll scold for getting water all over the seat. I start to get off the bike, and your hand comes from slightly behind me, holding me in place. You don't speak, merely hold me there and run your eyes across the scene; me naked and glowing softly from the water, sprawled across your bike...wide open and inviting, just waiting for you to join me. You swing your leg over the seat, facing me, holding me in place, scooting into the front seat and forcing me to lift my legs over yours, so I'm sitting on your lap, facing you. Your skin is cool to the touch from the water, and I lean forward to lay my hands on your shoulders and lick small drops from your neck, jaw, and ears. Your hands are slowly sliding up and down my back, moving outward from my spine to my sides, thumbs brushing the swell of my breasts. Slipping my hands up to cup your jaw, I place feather-light kisses along your lips, just teasing at first. I rub your cheeks softly with my thumbs, watching those beautiful eyes, feeling you mimic the movement at my ribs, then close my eyes and kiss you deeply.

The kiss is amazing. I'm slightly distracted by your fingers playing with my nipples, and the stirring of your cock beneath me, but I simply try to arch into your hands, and wiggle closer, simultaneously. This succeeds, in that you lean back slightly, reclining on the seat of the bike, so I can ride you a little more easily. I squirm on your lap, feeling you get harder, your cock rubbing against my pussy. You slide along me, rubbing my clit, while your fingers are merciless on my nipples, pulling, squeezing just to the point of pain. A gasp escapes my lips, and you take advantage, biting down a little on my lower lip, reaching down between us to reposition your dick right at my hole, and then rub your finger teasingly across my clit. You slide into me easily, a delicious friction as I squeeze my cunt around you, and rock on your lap. Wanting a different angle, I lean back and put my hands on the gas tank, and my feet on the exhaust, giving me longer strokes. My head falls back as your hands torment my nipples and clit, pulling, squeezing, rolling, and stroking me as I fuck you. My arms tremble, as your assault on my clit and nipples continues, and I can feel my body tightening up with my impending orgasm. A wordless cry bursts from my throat, as my muscles lock, and you take over, thrusting up into me, still rubbing my clit.

Your name comes out as a breathless moan, and I lean forward to capture your lips again, very briefly. Reaching behind you to brace myself with the sissy bar, watching your face, I slowly start to move again. From this angle, it's easy for you to capture one nipple with your teeth. Your hands knead and massage my tits, tugging and pinching the nipple not being assaulted by your mouth, then slide down my ribs to grab my hips. You force me down onto your dick, harder and faster, thrusting up to meet me. Mingled moans color the air around us, until you slam my hips down and hold me there. I can feel your dick pulse as my pussy clamps down, locking you into place and milking you as you cum deep inside me.

The murmur of our voices, the singing of wildlife, and the gentle lapping of lake waves against the shore are the only sounds in the deep night. I slide off of you, and you bring your leg over the bike, sitting on it sideways. Kneeling between your legs, it's my pleasure to lick and suck our combined juices off your dick and nuts. Slowly working you over, you start to harden again. Delighted, I linger over every stroke of my tongue, kissing the tip of your cock, and then sliding it into my mouth, one agonizing inch at a time. One of your hands wraps my braid around it, like a leash, the other is cupping the back of my head, encouraging me to take you deeper. Feeling you tickle the back of my throat, I swallow, constricting around you and tantalizing the head of your cock. Enjoying this immensely, I wrap my tongue around you and rub it back and forth across the shaft, before sliding back, almost allowing you to slip out of my mouth...but not quite.

My hands glide up your legs, tickling the hair there with my fingernails, tracing random patterns across your skin, adding another level of sensation. Very gently, one fingernail plays with your balls, fondling, caressing, and lifting them to stroke underneath. Letting you slip from my lips, fully hard, my tongue takes the place of my fingernails. Licking your balls, sliding my tongue around them, and then sucking on first one, then the other, feeling your hard cock brush my cheek.

The hand in my hair tightens, pulling me to my feet. Mounting the bike, you force me onto it, and bend me forward over the gas tank, your elbow in my spine, making me arch my back. Your free hand reaches down, spreading my nether lips and shoving one finger deep into me, then rubbing it across my clit. I feel you shift, and then your dick slowly penetrates me. Your hand in my hair holds me still, keeps me from pushing back on you, and the other hand caresses my hip for a long moment, before delivering a sharp slap to my ass. It makes me jump, and whimper in your grip. A ragged whisper for more is torn from my lips, and you chuckle behind me. You thrust slowly, burying yourself as deep as possible, then spanking me again, alternating sides and maintaining a maddening pace. Helpless whimpers and groans, after each crack of your hand meeting my ass, split the night. I can feel my ass getting warmer with each smack, and then you lightly run your hand across me, and I gasp at the increased sensitivity. Finally, your hand leaves my hair, and both hands grab my hips, pulling me back as you thrust forward. Long, hard strokes...and then you stop. I make a sound of pure frustration, and get smacked for my impudence, before I feel you reposition.

My breath catches as you slide smoothly into my ass, spreading my cheeks so you can see your dick sliding in and out. I can hear your deep voice coming from behind me, but can't make out the words, so lost in the feel of you. Long minutes pass, I lose track of time, completely focused on your dick, on you fucking me. My clit is rubbing against the front of the seat, and my nipples are pebbles, bouncing on the fuel tank. I can feel you speed up, thrusting harder, and I'm so close. Several hard thrusts and you pulse inside my ass, which is enough to trigger me. Your shout and my cries echo across the lake, as we orgasm together.

We collapse against the fuel tank, breathing hard with muscles trembling, your hands sliding from my hips, up my waist, to cup my boobs and pull me close to your chest. We stumble off the bike, and spread out the towel on the ground. I stretch out on my back, and you lay on your side, propped up on one elbow, as we catch our breath. You are so handsome, it takes my breath away, and all I can do is run my hands across your body, learning, memorizing you. We talk quietly for a while, kissing and caressing each other, slowly building back up to arousal, though not at the fever pitch of earlier.

Feeling you stirring against my thigh, I kiss my way down your body, turning so you can lay your head on my thigh and watch what I am doing. Taking my time, I kiss your thighs, and along your belly, totally ignoring that part of you that is starting to beg for notice. Tenderly, I nibble along the crest of your dick, before sliding you deep in my mouth, all the way down. Long, leisurely licks and I have your undivided attention. Tip to base, I take my time, savoring the taste and the opportunity. Your hand is slowly running up and down my inner thigh, and you are intent on what I am doing. With a muffled groan, you roll over, your knees on either side of my head, and take a taste of your own.

Reaching around your hips, I run my fingertips along the crack of your ass, all the way down to your balls, tickling and teasing, while your dick is sliding in and out of my mouth. Your hands are busy, too, holding me in place, and finger fucking me, while your mouth is busy licking and sucking my clit, making it as throbbing as your dick. Playing with you, sucking hard, even grazing the shaft with my teeth, nibbling lightly around the crest...it's all to keep you hard, tip you over the edge, make you cum with my pussy juice on your lips. We are both totally absorbed, trying to please each other, slowly pushing the other towards completion, hitting all the right buttons, taking all the right strokes. Growls issue from your chest, and low moans from mine, as our pace speeds up. You focus on my clit, biting and tugging, while your fingers move in and out of my cunt. My fingers tickle your asshole, while I bury my nose in your balls, and your dick touches the back of my throat. Your fingers curl, and hit just that spot, and I scream around your dick, coming uncontrollably. I can feel your balls tightening up, and then you unload in my mouth, down my throat, your cry harsh in the quiet night.

We clean up quietly, and then I turn around and stretch out in your arms. There is a barely perceptible lightening of the sky...dawn is nearly here. We say nothing; just lie contented on the towel, almost too tired to sleep. But, duty calls. We slowly rise and dress, then wipe down any lingering moisture from the bike seat. I climb on behind you, the rumble of the machine almost soothing, and almost arousing, pressed against your back, both arms around you. Your hand caresses mine for a moment, and we make our way back to the hotel. You walk me to the door, and kiss me good morning. I go in, tired to the bone, but shower and get ready for my day, knowing I'll see you again soon.