The rest of her shift went by quickly and soon it was time to go home. She was anxious to get out of there and relax a little. Duane had taken the boys to soccer and was getting dinner out and she still had plenty of sunlight to sit out back and have a glass of wine and relax a little -- some "me" time.
She headed down to the parking garage and as she exited the elevator, she was walking past the row of motorcycles in their designated area and saw two Italian superbikes side by side -- a bright red Ducati Panigale v4 and a red and grey Aprilia RSV4 with the classic green faring. Lori's father was a racing enthusiast and owned an old Moto Guzzi that she took Lori out on as a child. She loved the speed of the bike and how it hugged the corners. Her mother would have been appalled at how fast her father went with a child sitting behind holding on for dear life as he tore through the countryside in the town she grew up in.
Lori squatted down and was checking out the braking system on the wheels of the Aprilia -- it needed outstanding stopping power for a bike that was capable of over 200 miles per hour and she grinned thinking about her dad. He would have loved this bike.
She was still admiring the superbike when she heard the elevator ding behind her and turned to see Marcus coming out, his massive frame covered with a leather jacket and leather chaps, holding a full-face shield helmet in his right hand. With the open chaps, his cock looked even bigger -- sort of a black cowboy look.
When she saw him walk over to the bike, she looked up at him and said, "No way -- this is yours?"
Marcus grinned at her and said that it was -- that he had just purchased it last month but had been riding Italian bikes all his life. Lori told him about her father and his love for Italian racing bikes and how he had taken her for rides when she was just 5 years old.
Marcus listened thoughtfully to her memory of her childhood and asked her if she had time for a ride? Lori laughed and said her riding days were long gone -- how dangerous the roads were these days and how anyone who had been in healthcare long enough knew that it wasn't a matter of if, it was a matter of when a motorcyclist would have their first accident.
Marcus laughed and said he had ridden for over 20 years and had a passion for Italian racing and a keen sense of being able to survey traffic and avoid trouble. Lori just shook her head and said no one was always lucky. Marcus told her to sit on the bike and get a feel for the balance. She grinned and said, "No, I've got to get home...I've got some 'Me' time coming with my husband and kids at soccer and a glass of wine is calling my name."
Marcus nodded and said, "Five minutes.... I'll take you around the block for old times sakes and you can think about your dad...I've got a woman's jacket and another full-face helmet in my locker -- give me two minutes..." And with that, he disappeared back in the elevator before Lori had a chance to protest. She signed and waited -- thinking she should probably just leave, but without telling Marcus no, she was being rude. True to his work, he was back in short order and handed her the jacket and helmet. Both were a little large for her small frame, but she felt secure. She also felt a little better that the face shield was mirrored, so no one would know who she was riding with the big black man.
Marcus started the bike and as soon as she heard the roar of the engine, she was transformed back to her childhood. She climbed behind Marcus, wrapping her legs around his waist onto the pegs and tried to put her arms around his waist to hold on. They roared out of the parking garage and as soon as they hit the sunlight, Marcus pulled back on the throttle and she felt his massive body lean back against her tiny frame as the torque overtook them.
The bike was so perfect and hugged the curves of the road so well that Lori was lost in how fast they were actually going. Marcus rocked the throttle again and they rocketed down a country road onto an open stretch of country. She grabbed the leather of his jacket tighter and pulled her body closer to his, her little pussy tight against his ass. The ride felt fabulous to her and before she knew it, they were miles away from the hospital and had lost all track of time.
Marcus was an excellent rider and knew how to lean into the curves and speed up before reaching a sharp arc to allow the little bike to ricochet through the turns. Lori relaxed a little and took the death grip off Marcus' waist and put both hands flat on his thighs while staying glued to his lower back. He was so large that she felt no wind resistance knowing his body was buffeting the air around her.
She looked around him as best as she could and saw that they were doing well over a 100 miles per hour, but it felt like they were cruising at about 40 mph due to the efficiency of the bike's engineering and Marcus' skill as a rider. Still, objects came up fast at 110 and she tapped his leg with her left hand to tell him to slow down a little. Marcus reached down and took her hand and held it firmly to reassure her but took the speed down to something a little more manageable.
Lori looked around and saw they were well out of town -- probably two towns over from the hospital by this point -- She took her right hand and held it up and made a circle with it in front of Marcus' field of vision as if to say, turn around. Marcus nodded and appeared to pull into a parking lot of a small tavern. He brought the bike to a stop and turned off the engine. Lori thought he was just making an adjustment and waited -- until he yelled back to her and said to climb off.
Confused, she swung her leg off the bike and climbed down. Marcus followed suit and then turned to her and said, "I'm parched...let's get a drink.... I'll start you on your wine a little early." Lori nodded and followed him into the bar, and they took a seat -- because it was still early, the place was fairly quiet, so she excused herself and went into the ladies' room to wash the road dust off her face and wash her hands. With her helmet off, her short blonde hair was all windblown and she looked sort of wild. She grinned at the image in the mirror..."This is fun..." she thought to herself.
When she got back out, she saw Marcus sitting at the table, a light beer in front of him and a glass of merlot for her. She wondered how he knew that's what she liked but dismissed it as a lucky guess. They had a lively conversation as they drank their drinks and noticed that she was on her second glass of merlot while Marcus nursed his first light beer. She thought to herself that he was being responsible at least -- knowing she was riding on the back of his bike...
She finished her second glass and figured she'd better use the restroom before they headed out but when she returned, there was a third glass sitting there for her and a second beer for Marcus. "Oh, no -- three glasses of wine are too much for me...what are you trying to do, get me drunk??" Marcus grinned and said he was the one navigating the bike...all she had to do was hold on... Lori nodded and sipped the third glass.
All of a sudden, Marcus slammed his light beer down and got up and started zipping up his jacket. Lori chugged what was left of her wine and instantly felt lightheaded. "That was dumb" she thought to herself.
When they got back on the bike, Lori was feeling pretty good -- not drunk but definitely relaxed. Even with her helmet on, she turned her head and rested it on the middle of Marcus' back as they headed back toward the hospital. At one point, Marcus had to stop a little harder than normal because some woman in a big SUV pulled out in front of them and Lori grabbed Marcus' leather jacket low and in the front, to keep herself from going off sideways.
Marcus said nothing but took her little white hand and pulled it further forward and down and placed her palm on his black shaft where the chap ended, and his scrubs began. Lori didn't realize what she was feeling at first and squeezed lightly -- when she realized she was holding his cock, she tried to release it, but Marcus held her wrist and held her affixed to his length.
Lori started to protest but then relaxed and started to run her hand up and down his shaft, marveling at his size...she squeezed it gently and slid her fingers up and down the length of him, jerking him off lightly as they rode along. She felt her pussy getting damper and damper as she went up and down and pulled her legs forward so keep herself tight against him.
Marcus eased the bike onto a secluded country road off the beaten path and pulled over in a clearing with a grove of tall oak trees not too far from the road, but private enough -- it was the sort of place you'd pull over with a blanket and have a picnic. He shut off the bike and waited for Lori to climb off the back before setting the stand. She stood watching him, her heart pounding...
Marcus took Lori by the hand and walked over to one of the oaks. The air was cooler under the shade of the tree and Marcus stripped off his leather chaps and jacket and helped Lori take off her helmet and jacket and laid them down at the base of the tree like a thick blanket and sat down on top of the jacket. He reached for Lori's hand and pulled her down gently to sit next to him. Once she was sitting, he leaned her back so that she was laying down on his chaps and kissed her.
Lori looked up into his eyes and accepted the kiss, putting her hand on the back of the large man's head as they kissed...their tongues danced together, and she felt Marcus' hand cup her little breast through the scrubs. She arched her back to his touch and swung her leg up to wrap it on top of his. Her pussy drenched as it touched his cock through the somewhat rough material of their hospital scrubs.
She felt his hand slip up under her top and then felt her bra being tugged down exposing her breast to him. He was rough -- rougher than Ryan and much rougher than Duane. Marcus squeezed her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, tugging on it, extending it, rolling it between the thick black pads of his fingertips. She felt her eyes start to water at his touch -- the pain was almost unbearable, but it was combined with an awesome pleasure that made her gasp...
Marcus climbed on top of the little blonde and mashed his lips against hers. She felt crushed by his weight and struggled to wiggle out from beneath him, but he was an immovable mountain compared to her petite frame. She felt his hand slide down between them and then between her knees to spread her legs... As she spread her legs, she felt Marcus' cock slide down onto her pussy through the thin material of the scrubs.
