She was staying at our place, visiting from the West Coast. Late thirties, 5'9" nice figure. She worked out regularly. I came home from work, midnight shift, and started cleaning up. I was just about to get into the shower, when she walked out of the front bathroom. She had on a long T-shirt, and some bikini panties that didn't cover much.
We talked for a few minutes, and she said the noise from my Harley woke her up. She said it reminded her of days gone by, when she used to get to ride a lot. I asked her if she wanted to ride some, and she said she'd think about it. I went on and took my shower, and thought about getting her out on the bike.
When I got out, my wife and her friend were chatting away, about old times and such. My wife asked me if I would mind taking her friend for a short ride. Of course, I said that it would be fine with me. I told her to put on some long pants, because it was chilly outside. She came out with some sweats on, and sneakers.
I fired up the Harley and she got on. She melted into the seat behind me, just like she had been there before. We headed into town, where she wanted to see the place she used to live. As we rode on, I leaned back into her chest and rocked my shoulders back and forth. She got close to my ear, and said, "Yes, I like to play." And squeezed me between her muscular thighs.
We rode on for a while,and while sitting at a stoplight, I turned my head to say something, and met her mouth with mine. Her tongue was halfway down my throat before I knew it. I tongued her back, until the asshole behind us hit his horn , and scared the shit out of us. We laughed and waved at the asshole and took off. From then on, every light we hit was another spit swapping session. God, were we getting hot.
She directed me to a park, and asked if we could stop for a few minutes. I said, "Sure, I could use a stretch, too.". I pulled over near the park, and shut down the bike. She was off and walking to a table in no time. I watched as she swung her hips as she walked. What a body this girl had! I sat on the table, and she walked up to me. She put her arms around my neck and planted a long, hot, wet kiss on me. I drew her close, and we both moaned with desire.
She said she was hot, so she peeled off the sweatshirt, revealing a tank top that barely covered her breasts and left her midriff exposed. She put her fingers under the waistband of the pants,and slipped them off in one swift motion. Her short shorts hugged her tightly, the puffy mound between her thighs was outlined perfectly. I could see the crack of her twat pressed into the fabric.
She sat down between my legs, and leaned back into my crotch. Her blond hair was rubbing the hard cock that was hidden there. I started to rub her shoulders, working my way down her chest. I rubbed her smooth, taut belly, and brought my hands up under the shirt. Her bra-less tits were firm under my fingers, and the nipples were stiff.
She started breathing heavier as I fondled them. I moved down to the bench, and we started kissing again. My hand moved lower as we kissed, down between her thighs, and her legs parted almost with a mind of their own. I rubbed the swollen mound through the thin material, and she was groaning louder, now. I worked my hand up to the waistband, and slowly eased my fingers inside her shorts.
I found her slit with my middle finger, and parted the outer lips easily. She was soaking wet! I rubbed the spot at the top of her slit, and her hips were bucking up to meet my hand. Two fingers dipped into her wet cunt, right up to the second knuckle. She was moaning my name over and over as I stroked her to an orgasm.
"My God, that feels so good. It's been a long time for me!". " What are friends for? If they can't make you feel good?"
I took my fingers from her wet box, and licked the juices off them. "You sure do taste good!" I exclaimed. She laughed, and pulled my closer, and gave me another one of those searing kisses. "Your wife was right, you are a hell of a good kisser, but she didn't tell me about your fingers!". She said to me. "We've been gone for a while, we'd better head back,now." I said to her.
We got back on the bike and headed to my place. I parked in the garage, and she went inside. I followed shortly, needing a few minutes for my hardness to go down. I went in, and my wife asked, "How was the ride?" "It was just a ride."
