Saturday morning came a bit earlier than I expected. You see, I was out with my lady friend and had an incredible evening of uninhibited, pure un-adulterated, lustful sex.
I rolled over and caressed her gorgeous breast as she slowly woke to the bright rays of sunshine gleaming into the master suite. âMorning beautiful,â I said.
âMorning to yourself lover,â she sighed.
âFeel like a ride today?â I queried.
âOnly if I get to ride you big boy,â she cooed.
We got up and showered, taking our time to ensure we were both properly cleansed, paying particular attention to each other, and caressing and exploring our every crevice.
After drying off, I dressed in my standard everyday wear of comfortable and well worn Levi 501s and a T-shirt. I put on my riding gear of leather chaps â open crotch and ass end - and vest and went to prep the bike.
Sarah came out a few minutes later dressed in jeans, chaps, leather vest, no shirt and, obviously, no bra. I knew I was in for a ride today.
We headed out on the country roads enjoying the wind and sunshine. I usually just head out and tour the back roads through the farming country and occasionally stop as we feel. Today was no different.
With Sarahâs arms firmly wrapped around me, we settle into a rhythm with the road weaving through the country -- melding together as one. About 20 minutes into the ride, I realized her hands had traveled down my waist just below my belt. Knowing the randy mood she was in by daringly riding with just her vest on, I knew the fun was to begin.
A few minutes later, Sarah removed her hands and leaned back against the lumbar support. I didnât think much of it as she often does this to stretch her lower back. We were on a open stretch of road and offered plenty on room for adjustment.
After returning her hands around my waist, every so often Sarah would adjust her grip, only to lower them further down to the depth of my groin all the while, caressing my aching member. Being fashionably worn, yet extremely comfortable, she and I both knew the buttons wouldnât hold up long.
I felt her fingers begin to trail up and down my hardening shaft with a slight circular motion, nothing too obvious by the random passer by, but definitely enough for me to know. Every once in a while, sheâd stop and slide her finger between the buttons to âcheck my pulseâ as she calls it. Then sheâd continued with the slow teasing. We left the curves behind for a rather long stretch of road and thatâs when the heat was turned up. Slowly, she released each button, starting at the top and untangling each one and releasing the tightness cause by the digital manipulation resulting in the every growing, throbbing beast. Deftly, she reached into my jeans and found to her amazement, I left had forgotten my boxers on the dresser.
She pulled my engorged member out and softly squeezed the base, lightened the grip and gave several slow strokes. This resulted in a slow milking as she ran her fingers over the entire length. I consider myself fairly average in all aspects â size, width, texture and color. My pulse was hitting an all time high at this point as robust drop of pre-cum seeped from the tip. She skillfully collected the liquid gold on her finger tip and brought her finger to her mouth, savoring every bit of it. âBetter than last night lover,â she says. âHowâs the air up there?â
I was in total shock at this point. Sarah had never been so bold and public before, let alone so sexual, I was actually speechless at that moment. I quickly regained my thought process and said that we better find some place to park it.
âYou park and I quit,â she sternly said. âI want you to cum in my hand with the wind in your hair.â
Not being one to disappoint her, I had no choice but to stick to the road, pray we didnât wreck and enjoy the ride.
She opened my jeans the rest of the way and had me lift slightly so she could pull my pants down some more. This was made more difficult with my chaps, but she managed, and then pulled my sack out for some fresh air as she began her manipulation again. She wrapped her right hand around my shaft and as she massaged my balls with the left. At this rate, I knew I wouldnât last long.
She created a rhythm matching that of the vibrations from the road. Just as I was about to climax, sheâd stop and let me cool down.
As the torment continued, more pre-cum eagerly coated the shaft and provided the necessary lubrication for the absolutely wonderful hand job I was receiving. Her sense of timing was impeccable. Just as I was about to blast off, again, sheâd grip the based until the urge subsided.
After about ten minutes of this, she said âCum lover, I want to drink you.â And with that, she slowly stroked with her left hand and caught her reward in her right. I had no choice but to slow down at this point in order to maintain some control of the bike. She gently milked me, but ensured not to drain me completely. She wanted more for later.
She brought her hand up to her mouth and licked it dry. She then gave me a few more gentle squeezes to get the last bit that had snuck out. She then said, âWe need to find someplace to park.â Re-acquainting myself with where we were, I remembered a small and secluded park by the river up ahead. I put my bike in gear and got there in record time â ignoring my semi-hard cock waving proudly in the wind.
As I parked the bike, she got off and grabbed the bedroll I keep strapped to the handlebars. It was then that I realized she had removed her vest. It must have been when she was stretching, or so I thought. âHow long have you been missing your vest? Maybe we should go look for it,â I quipped.
âLover, I havenât had it on since we left town.â
âYou mean you were topless in all of the towns we just went through?â I said.
She looked at me with a purely sexual gleam and said, âWhat does that do for you?â
âCome and feel for yourself,â as I displayed my well pronounce bulge in my jeans.