This is a work of fantasy, inspired by my love for riding motorcycles and the enjoyment of nature. Any resemblance to persons who read these words are welcome to join me, and make the fantasy theirs, too.
Lori decided to "dress" her new friend for the ride, so she opened her saddlebag and withdrew a pair of riding chaps and handed them to Val.
"Why don't you put these on, Val?" she asked.
"Okay, But I think they will be a little small?" she questioned.
"The legs may be short, but the waist is adjustable." Lori giggled.
Valerie strapped on the leather garment, and indeed, the legs were quite short, coming to the middle of her long calves. The fringe and metal studs appealed to her, though. Val laced up the sides and got ready to mount Lori's yellow Harley.
The Sportster started easily, and Lori held the bike steady for Val's mount. Valerie's long thin legs stepped over the bike's saddle with no trouble. Lori's brother had lowered the bike for her small stature when they bought it. He was the one who got her interested in riding, in the first place, but that's another story.
The taller girl settled in behind Lori and felt the "Cachump-thump- cachump" vibrations common to a Harley-Davidson. She had heard big bikes before, but never experienced one like this. Lori cracked the throttle a couple of times, then kicked the gearshift down into first gear. She smoothly turned in the small area next to the lake and began the short trip to town.
The air was crisp at sixty miles an hour, sunlight bright, and the road clear. The wind whistled past the girl's ears, the high-pitched whine of the chain drive singing its melody, in harmony with the steady rumble of the exhaust. It was an hypnotic sound that transported Val into a `never-land' of thought and awareness of herself. She was conscious of the feel of leather on her chest where her blouse was partially open. Aware, too, of the scent of Lori's hair in front of her. Her arms were wrapped around Lori loosely, a gesture of confidence in the smaller girl's abilities to pilot the heavy machine.
Valerie thought about the scenery going by, the flash of trees whipping past in a blur. Looking down at the highway, the stripes whizzed past, clickety- click, like a train without the sound. She also explored the feelings developing in her body as they rode into the small town. A Harley-Davidson has a distinct feel, a characteristic vibration that no other bike has. This Sportster was no exception. The mechanical throbbing of the pistons stroking through their cycles. The steady sucking sound of the air drawn into the carburetor. The gears below, smoothly transmitting the power to the musical chain. The humming sound the tires made on the warm pavement. All combined into the "Rider's Symphony" that was familiar to all who ride the massive iron beasts.
Valerie was also aware of the dampness between her thighs. Her vulva had been pressed against Lori's back and the vibrations of the machine had been transferred to it. Her clitoris was alive with the trembling of the bike, and her vagina secreted its nectar in great quantity, soaking her jeans. The butterflies in her belly that signaled a building need for release accompanied the warm feeling. She pulled Lori tighter and curled her back at the same time. The sensations increased in their intensity. Val was just about to cum, when she heard and felt Lori back off the throttle and pull off the road. They stopped at the small tavern in town to get their lunch. Val was giggling as she got off the still running machine, and Lori looked at her quizzically as she turned the ignition off.
"What's so funny, Val?" she asked.
Looking down at her crotch, she said, "Look at me! You would think I wet my pants!" Lori followed her gaze, and indeed, the wet spot between her legs was quite substantial. It did appear that she had wet herself!
"Are you okay?" Lori questioned.
"Well, yeah! I'm so hot, though. How do you ride so much without... you know...cumming all over yourself?" she answered.
Lori laughed big, then replied, "Sometimes, I do!"
They walked into the old fashioned building into the dimly lit tavern. When their eyes adjusted to the dark interior, the saw the long polished bar on one wall, and some cloth-covered tables on the other. The center of the room was nearly clear, apparently a dance floor. Thankful for the low light, Valerie and Lori settled into one of the corner tables. The waitress appeared from nowhere and asked for their order. Valerie ordered a glass of beer, Lori took water for her choice. The waitress stared at her for a second, with one of those "On a day like this?" looks from a bartender.
"I'm driving." Lori said quietly.
The girl left to get the order, and they glanced at the menu on the wall. Deciding to have the `burger and chip' special, they told the waitress what they wanted. Valerie squirmed in her chair a little, the announced her need to `go'. Both girls found the `ladies' and took care of their bladder functions, Lori was glad for the porcelain fixture and paper. She wasn't sure about outdoor peeing as a habit, at least not like Valerie did it.
Returning to the table, the food had arrived and they ate quickly. Valerie said something about another beer, and Lori simply allowed that she didn't drink. Valerie didn't comment, but didn't get another drink either. The way Lori said it told her that she shouldn't. They finished, and walked back to the bike.
Lori fired up the iron horse and Val tucked in behind her. Lori enjoyed the feel of her body resting between the tall girl's legs. It was like having armrests on an easy chair, with a soft, breathing back. Val requested `the long way' back to the forest clearing, Lori was all for it, and continued in the same direction in which they were already traveling.
Lori leaned back into Val's chest and felt the pressure increase at her sides. Valerie slipped her hands around Lori's breasts and gently caressed them as they rode through the mountains. They stopped at a scenic overlook, and rested the bike and themselves. Lori didn't resist when her friend unzipped her jacket and vest. The next thing she felt was Valerie holding her naked breasts and pinching her swollen nipples.
"MMMmmm, Val. That feels so nice." She commented as her body flushed with heat generated from inside.
"Yes, they do." Val returned.
They sat on the bike like that for some time before Valerie asked if Lori wanted to return to their "hideaway" in the forest. Lori turned her head to answer, and met Val's lips with hers. They kissed hot, and Lori couldn't answer any other way but, "Yes." Her body was on fire, she wanted to be with Valerie more. She wanted to try some additional `experiments' with this wonderful, tender girl.
They rode back, with Lori feeling a renewed sense of urgency to see and feel Valerie's naked body again. She wanted to show and give her body to her new friend.When they got to the campsite, Lori started to undress next to the hot bike. Her leather jacket and vest landed on the saddle, and she felt Val undoing her pants. Val gently pushed her against the crackling machine. Metallic pings escaped from the depths of the metal monster, as did the intense heat. Lori felt the heat on her now naked thighs, Valerie had her face right in front of Lori's kitty, and could smell the scent of Lori's intensely aroused sex. The hot engine accentuated the aroma, Lori could smell herself clearly. Being as `hot' as she was it took only the slightest touch from Valerie to make her cum. She had to grip the saddle and the handlebars to keep herself from collapsing onto the tall girl's head.
