This is a work of fantasy, inspired by my love for riding and a connection yet to be. Should there be a resemblance to any persons that read these words, let your mind be filled with the fantasy, too.
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The warm, early summer day made for a beautiful ride. Lori piloted her gleaming yellow and chrome Harley Sportster through the hills with a fresh outlook on her life.
She had met a wonderful rider, who had shown her that all was not black and white. Nowhere was it written that a girl could or could not be herself and fit into someone else's idea of what she should be. She was her own person, with needs and desires that she intended to satisfy on her own terms.
Such was today's ride. Lori had left her "old" self and life behind to discover the magnificent world around her. The air was cool under the helmet as she banked through the mountain turns. The throbbing engine between her legs sent thrills and vibrations through her whole body. The wetness at the junction of her thighs was growing with each mile.
She loved the feel of the soft leather pants pulled tight to her little mound. Her silk lined vest cradled her soft breasts, and titillated her erecting nipples. Lori's C-cup breasts were unfettered by any other garment and held only by the loosely fastened vest. She wore her heavy leather jacket open, letting the air flow around her chest and belly.
Freedom, at last, to enjoy the power of handling her own bike! Lori felt new and alive as the ribbon of highway disappeared beneath her wheels. Her new friend had ridden many miles beside her, and she fondly remembered his gentle touch, and the words he used while sharing love with her.
Sensual thoughts filled her mind as she cracked the throttle wider. The responsive bike barked its acceptance of the command, leaping forward at a greater rate of speed. Clipping along at almost eighty miles an hour, the trees on the side of the road were a blur. The yellow bike cut through the wind and put Lori into another world, of her own making.
The thrill of the speed, the ever present danger of riding two wheels caused the adrenaline to rush from end to end in her body. Her fingers gripped the smooth black handlebars firmly, yet relaxed and confident. `Yes.' She thought, `this is what life is about.' She was close, now. Near the place she had been with "him" not so long ago. `There!' she remembered, `That's the turn.'
Backing off the Harley, she slowed for the steep turn. Expertly guiding the big machine to the lakeside clearing, she reached her destination. It was as she recalled. Peaceful and remote, a good place to rest and think. A good place, too, for relieving the `itch' between her legs. Her brother's Harley had always gotten her hot "down there", and her own bike was no different.
Parking the bike, and listening to the steady rump-a-thump of a Harley for a moment, she cut off the switch and shut it down. The silence was deafening, compared to the rushing wind and screaming engine. Slowly, she dismounted her steed, removed her helmet, and walked to the edge of the water.
The heavy jacket fell to the ground, followed by the thin vest. Lori palmed her breasts and pinched her nipples, sending a chill to the deepest recesses of her belly. She was hot inside. The fire of desire was blazing, her body ached for release. She unbuckled her pants and unzipped the lower legs. They, too, joined the pile at her feet. She stood completely naked, except for the tall, heavy boots that still covered her short legs.
Five foot and two inches, one hundred and twenty pounds, her body was trim, but not tight. Her lower belly bulged slightly above her totally shaven mound, and her soft thighs tapered to her tiny feet gracefully. A healthy looking body that she kept in a reasonable shape. She stretched out, her hands to the sky and her legs slightly parted.
Lori lowered her tiny hands to her belly, gently caressing the soft flesh. Slowly, she reached her mound and touched the puffy lips that concealed the moist flower of her sex. As if with a mind of their own, the swollen labia parted. Her nectar was flowing harder and running down the inside of her thighs. She knew she would cum quickly, so she avoided direct contact with her little erection as long as she could.
Her small fingers ran through her hot slit, spreading the slippery juice around her vulva. Bending her legs, she thrust two fingers fully into her dripping vagina. She gasped and touched her clitoris. She started to shiver and quake, her knees almost buckled as the orgasm ripped through her body. She cried out to the forest, her release was total, from her toes to her scalp. Lori finally gave in to her weakened legs and dropped to the forest floor, her hand still impaling her quivering kitty.
Gasping for breath, her heart pounding in her chest, she rocked back on her heels with her eyes still closed. Her knees were spread wide and she had her hand inside her, three fingers to the knuckles. `Ohmigod, that was good!' she thought, out loud.
"Yes, it was!" the voice next to her startled her. She had believed she was alone by the water. Her eyes snapped open; to be caught like she was caused her pale skin to flush from her belly outward and up to her panting face.
The voice had come from a very tall, slender girl. She stood next to Lori, and towered over her. Lori was speechless; her mouth worked, but no sound came from it. Her eyes took in the stranger before her.
Long, thin legs that seemed to go on forever, a slight rise at the hips near a small waist to the taper of her thin chest. The girl's blouse was open, as was the zipper of the snug jeans she wore. Lori continued up the long neck to the pixyish face surrounded by close-cropped hair. `Almost a "tom- boy" look.' Lori thought, still unable to speak.
The tall girl stepped closer and Lori could detect the scent of sex at the girl's mound, which was even with Lori's face. The girl spoke, again.
"My name's Valerie. I enjoyed watching you. I hope you don't mind."
"Uh.. sure .No! .. I mean ..Where did you come from?" Lori babbled.
Valerie laughed. A high pitched, gentle laugh, almost a girlish giggle,
"Over there." She pointed to a small patch of woods in which a tiny blue tent was visible nearby. "I heard you ride in, and before I could walk over, you were already `involved' with your needs."
Her statement brought Lori back to reality, and she realized that her fingers were still buried in her little twat while she was talking to this "wood nymph". Pulling her hand away quickly, Lori started to get up on her shaking legs. Valerie stopped her with a gentle hand on her bare shoulder.
"It's okay. I'll join you down there, if it's alright?"
"Yeah, okay, . um .. Have a seat." Lori stammered as she closed her legs and sat on her heels.
"I like it here, in the woods." Valerie said as she folded her long legs under herself. "I come here a lot, to be by myself."
"I'm sorry." Lori began to apologize. "I didn't know anyone else was here." She started to reach for her clothes when she felt Valerie's hand on hers.
"I'm usually naked, too." Valerie spoke softly, with a question in her tone. "May I join you? Do you mind?" She asked as she reached for the open front of her blouse.
"I .. I guess not. . It's a free country." Lori chuckled nervously. She wasn't sure where this was going, but she did notice a distinct dampness accumulating between her legs. She had never had much to do with other girls, even in gym at school. She had always showered last, after all the
"cheerleader" types had left. Her short stature and soft body had been something of a concern to her, all through growing up. It wasn't until recently, that she had become aware of herself as "pretty".
