I pull up to your house and smile as I watch you come out. You are wearing the jeans and white top that I love so much. Your hair is in a bandanna, and you smile as you cock your head to the side and wink at me. I find myself staring at you as you walk towards me, you movements are slow and deliberate, you know what I'm thinking and you are enjoying it.
We have decided to go for a ride on my Harley. We're alone, and you suggested that we both ride on my bike. We have no plans, just a ride, both of us knowing that we want more than just a ride.
As we pull away from your driveway, I feel your legs squeeze against my body. Your hands are rested on my lap, and I find myself needing to focus on the road. We say very little to each other, letting our touch speak for us. Your hands rub over my waist, moving up to my chest and down over my legs. I reach back with my clutch hand and begin to caress your leg, loving how amazing it feels in my hand.
As we hit the highway, the vibrations of the bike increase, and you make a comment about it. Your wrap your arms around me as you yell in my ear, "This bike makes me want to be bad!" I rub your leg and reply, "So, be bad!"
You remain still for a moment, then slowly begin to loosen your grip on me. As your arms come apart, you lower them, resting your hands on the inside of my lap. My mind races as I feel the sensation of your hands so close to my manhood. I feel it getting hard in my jeans, thinking of how close your hands are. You softly begin to caress my inner thigh, teasing me with how close you are to touching me. You feel me adjust slightly, and you smile, knowing the effect you are having on me.
Slowly you move a hand across my crotch, brushing against my hardness. It feels like a bolt of lightning flash through my body at the touch. You feel my chest rise, and you know that I gasped at the touch. You do it again, this time a little slower, letting the touch linger a little longer. You are breathing hard also, wanting nothing else but to take hold of me, to feel how hard you make me. You touch again, letting your hand rest on the outside of my jeans, feeling my manhood pushing against the fabric.
You peak over my shoulder and notice that we are going very fast. "Hey, focus on the road, we don't want to get killed just yet!" I shake my head as I pull back on the throttle, slowing down the bike slightly. You hand is now resting on my manhood, and you begin to move your fingers across it, getting more confident with each stroke. My chest rises and falls with every touch of your hand. You begin to squeeze my hard cock, no longer just teasing.
Finally I turn my head and yell towards you, "I have to kiss you. And I wont take no for an answer." I hear you shout back, "Okay", in that innocent, sweet voice.
I look for the first side road and turn off the highway, heading towards the river. I notice a boat launch, and pull into a rest area. There are a few picnic tables, but the area is empty of people.
Your hands move away from my body as we come to a stop. As I put out the kickstand, you jump off the bike, and remove your helmet. I do the same as I swing my leg over the Harley. You start to speak as I turn to you, but before you can say anything, I pull you into me and bring my mouth down to yours. I pull you tight to my body, pressing myself against you as my tongue slides into your mouth. I am consumed with desire for you and find myself unable to control it.
You feel my manhood pressed hard against your belly, your breasts pushed against my chest. My hands move over your back, making their way down to your ass, squeezing it, pulling it even tighter to me. You feel your own desires skyrocketing, and your hands begin to move across my back, up to my shoulders.