As my bike slowed down at the corner, I saw you standing there. Your call to meet me was an unexpected surprise. You step onto the footpeg, and swing your leg over the saddle of my iron horse in one swift move. You melt in behind me, and hold your face to the cool, smooth leather of my jacket. With your arms wrapped tightly around me, I put my bike in gear. A quick twist of the throttle, and the beast roars its way down the highway.
"Where to, Star?" I ask.
"Anywhere, Biker. Just Ride!" I head the rumbling machine west, stopping at a small fishing lake just outside of Kingman, on Highway 54. I pull up near the water in a secluded area. The only sounds you hear is the crackling and pinging of the hot engine. "Why are we stopping?" you ask." You'll need these soon, Star" I reply, as I hand you a package from my saddle bag.
You open the wrapper, and find the soft, cool fabric inside. The smell of new leather fills the air. With out a word, you start to change. You unbutton your jeans and pull out your shirt, you slowly undo the front, and shrug your shoulders, and the shirt falls to the ground. Your breasts react to the cool breeze, the tiny nipples stiffen. Next you peel off the rough denim jeans. Your tight little body stirs me up. You look through the package, and put the silk-lined leather halter on. You slip into the soft leather pants, and zip yourself in. You look so hot! Standing there in your black tailored skin. I pull another package from the bag, "This , too.." The short, heavy jacket fits well, snug, but not too tight.
I kick the machine to life, and we head back out to the road to...
West on highway 54, down to the OK. border, The wind is ripping through our hair, the sun is bright, and the road is clear. A perfect day for starting over.
I needed a break from my life, just as you did. Riding like this does it well for me. We pass through Liberal, and get on highway 83 going south. It doesn't take long to cross OK, and we're in Texas. We roll down the road, through Amarillo, to Lubbock. A short while later, we hit I-10 for EL Paso
The setting sun turns the desert sky a mixture of reds, yellows, and blues. The clouds forming bands across the sky. We pull in to a caf‚, just outside of El Paso. We order dinner, and kick back for a while. 8 hrs on the iron monster is a chore for you.
We decide to stay for the night, and get a small cabin. As you peel your leather sheath from your body, the aroma of your excitement mixed with the leather fills the room. You smile as you remove the last of your clothing.
You cross the room to me, your eyes are sparkling with need. "what are you waiting for?" you ask. "For you to tell me what you want." I answer. You reach out as you kneel in front of me. Your small hands caress the soft leather pants I wear. "I want you naked, too." You push my T-shirt up as you stroke my chest, teasing my nipples. I lean forward so you can take it off. You kiss my neck, and down my front, licking and nibbling your way to my waist. You linger at my navel as your fingers work my belt and zipper loose. The leather smell mixed with my own musk floats up to you as you pull the waist free. I raise my hips to aid you, the soft black lining slides smoothly down. You grasp the legs of the pants, and finish removing them. My excitement is obvious, as the tip of my shaft bounces near my navel. A clear drop of fluid is already visible at the opening.
You take me gently in your cool fingers and lick it clean. "Mmmmm, this is good." You kiss the head, and lick the shaft before taking me in your mouth. My length disappears into your mouth and down your throat. "Omigod, that feels sooo good, Star."