Tina woke up with a slow stretch and twisted about until most of her muscles had been alerted and duly stretched. When she relaxed she craned her head back to the window behind her and smiled when she saw blue sky above the tree top that came to just below her bedroom window. Finally, she thought with a smile, a nice day and I am definitely taking advantage of it. She went through a myriad of possible excuses in her head, but eventually called her business partner David and simply alerted him that she was taking a personal day. She found herself smiling again as he chuckled and asked her to be careful, obviously knowing what she was all about.
A long yawn spilled from her lips as she made her way to the bathroom and turned the water on, adjusting it to run a bit cooler than normal. Warm water for the 8-5 working girl, but a nice cold shower would do her yearning body wonders before she set out for her personal day. The chilly water successfully took the edge off the liquid warmth in her abdomen, but she soon realized it was not enough to remove the sexual tension she was feeling. Just as well, she figured, it would provide a certain level of anticipation that always helped fine tune her focus, and she was going to need it today.
Once out of the shower she quickly dried her body and towel dried her chin length black hair. Black eye-liner, mascara and a little lip gloss later and she was sifting through her drawers for something to wear. She decided on a low cut, stretchy black number that ended a good inch and a half above her belly button and was sure to help her stay cool. Putting the tight garment on wasn't nearly as fun as having it peeled off, she remembered fondly, but managed to pull it over her small breasts without too much trouble. Reaching for the tight-fitting faded blue jeans with frayed cuffs, she was reminded of the amazing attention she'd received in them at a concert only weeks before. Tight jeans and rock and roll were certainly two peas in a pod. The memory would have been much more exciting if she'd been inclined to pursue anything with the interested parties, but rock and roll concerts drew just as many loser guys as it did tight-jean clad women. This was of no consequence today however, as she quickly pulled on her socks and black biker boots complete with silver ring and leather strap across the top. Functional, alluring and yet still stylish was Tina's way and she gave herself an approving wink when she passed the full length mirror on her way downstairs.
Deciding on a bagel and some orange juice, she stood before the toaster and was distracted by a persistent scratching at the back door. Deserting her breakfast she unlocked the door and slid out to greet the excited golden retriever on the deck.
"Jack. Good morning sweetie. I assume all is well in the land of squirrels, birds and alley cats?" She teased and ruffled his rust colored fur as he licked at her frantically.
"I missed you too, nutty, but today is for me and I'm going for a ride. We'll play catch when I get back, okay? You're a good boy. Now go play and I'll see you later."
Once back inside she washed her hands and finished preparing her breakfast. Tina made quick work of the bagel and unceremoniously gulped down her orange juice before rinsing her things in the sink and heading to the living room to grab her jacket. Sliding into cool black leather had always sent shivers up her neck, but this morning those shivers were amplified for some reason and she was suddenly reminded that she'd been almost six months without a lover. Suddenly saddened, she moved toward the garage before it could get the best of her. The smell of dust, stale exhaust and gasoline suddenly filled her nose and she bounded down the stairs landing directly in front of the shiny red sport bike that gleamed and shone beneath the long fluorescent bulb overhead.
Tina almost laughed at herself when she felt her arousal stir with the simple act of tracing her finger down the sleek lines of the machine's gas tank, but fast motorcycles were her passion and she actually welcomed the warm stirrings. Spring had taken an especially long time to arrive and she had been anxiously awaiting the first ride of the New Year as the snow melted and the temperature rose day after day. Today is the day; she said to herself and reached for her custom painted helmet. She took a moment to let her finger trace the bright silver star abstractly painted across the back of the shiny red shell before combing her hair back with her fingers and sliding the helmet on. Zipping the black and red leather riding jacket up to her neck, she felt her pulse quicken and made quick work of sliding on her matching gloves.
Reaching for the key was always a weird moment and she felt as though she were in some sort of warp zone. Tina had dreamed of owning a bike like this all her life and finally bought it for herself as a late graduation present last year. It was sometimes hard to remember it was finally hers, hence the awkwardness of turning the key on a vehicle you've spent several years drooling over in various motorcycle showrooms. The anticipation and excitement was thick and she turned the key before reaching out for the starter. Thumb in place she pressed it and held until the motor sprang to life, causing her to throw her head back and laugh like a mad scientist. God the wonder of it was intoxicating. The sound, sight, smell and soon enough the feel of the powerful machine would have her as drunk as a skunk on pure adrenaline. Unable to just sit and listen in delight, Tina quickly pressed the button to open her garage door and threw her right leg over the narrow machine as it idled loudly. The firm cool leather seat beneath her was welcome against her needy sex and she thrilled at the thought of finally being able to ride, as all she'd done for the last few weeks was sit on it and let it idle in the garage. Using her thighs and feet she hefted the motorcycle off of its kickstand and onto the center of the tires before backing onto the driveway and turning around.
Ah yes, the time is now, she thought with satisfaction as she reached for the clutch and pulled the lever all the way in. She kicked the machine in gear with her left toe and slowly rolled on the gas while releasing the clutch in the same moment. Finally, she was rolling and once onto the street she could barely hear the whine of the motor for the deafening sound of blood pumping past her ears. Not wanting to screw around with city traffic, Tina made her way to the outskirts of town and headed straight for her favorite set of twisties. The last stop light before the bottom of the winding hill must not have had very sensitive weight sensors because she sat at the empty intersection for what seemed like an eternity before deciding to run it.
No sooner had she kicked the bike into first gear to do just that, than a screaming high pitched whine pealed past her ears a split second before she felt the wind of the passing motorist that hadn't even bothered to slow down for the red light she was sitting at. Tina snapped her head forward and realized it was another biker and by the looks of it, one who was just as eager to tackle the same stretch of road she was headed for. Suddenly feeling as though she'd been bested, she rolled hard on the accelerator and dumped the clutch causing the bike to dart off the line on nothing more than the back tire. Tina leaned forward and set it down when she changed gears, keeping the other rider in her sights. There was no doubt in her mind she would catch them, the only variable was how soon and she opted for sooner rather than later. Having made up her mind that the champion had been decided she let the sensations fill her and take over for the time being.
The crisp morning air whipped across her and though it was still very cool Tina had become turned on and was suddenly feeling hot. To accommodate the heat that was creeping up her neck she unzipped the jacket to her belly button and sucked in sharply with the contact of biting wind on her warm olive skin. The smell of burning fuel combined with the sound of a whining Japanese engine were exciting enough, but add to those two things the intense vibrations between your legs and you had an all out one person orgy. Not to mention, forty five degree air rushing across your tits at a hundred and fifteen miles an hour was almost as good as having a hot wet mouth covering every square inch of both of them at once. Yes, she decided, hauling ass on two wheels was very nearly better than sex and since that wasn't an option for her at this point a good hard ride would do her some good. She felt horny enough now to get off without even touching herself, and was quite certain it could be achieved in this manner of riding, but had yet to experience it for herself.
