Written from the inspiration of experiences and friends, this fantasy is for reading pleasure and enlightenment. Any resemblance to actual persons or activities is coincidental.
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Several months had passed since Lori and Valerie met and discovered each other in the forest glade. They both held fond memories of the events that occurred during the weekend. Valerie decided to catch up with Lori where she lived, and the arrangements had been made.
Val arrived at the airport with her belly awash with butterflies. Remembering the sweetness of Lori, the smell of her body and the softness of her heart, Valerie was certain the wetness in her pants would soak through as she walked through security to look for Lori.
Lori was not difficult to spot, even in the large, crowded terminal. Dressed in her leathers from head to foot, all five foot-one of her tiny friend looked absolutely delicious! Tall black boots covered the lower portion of Lori's legs. Tight fitting pants outlined all her attributes, including her soft mound. Valerie could see the tiny cleft of flesh pressing against the seam of the garment. A thin leather vest under the heavy jacket allowed Val to glimpse the upper surface of Lori's C-cup breasts and the smooth skin above as well as the slight exposure of Lori's belly above the low riding pants.
They greeted with a warm hug and a deep kiss, the kiss of re-united lovers, tongues exploring each other's mouth hotly. Hands roamed over leather and jeans, their passion increased with every swipe of a tongue. Lori broke loose and pulled Valerie behind her.
"In here!" She gasped out, leading Val to the restroom.
Lori took the backpack she carried and lay it on the counter. Val watched as parcels were spread on the shelf. Glimpses of black material showed through the open bags.
"I hope it all fits." Lori said.
"Fits? What do you have in there?" Val queried.
"I splurged, and got you some 'proper attire' of your own!" Lori giggled.
The packages were unwrapped, and Val gasped. A complete set of leather riding clothes! Quickly stripping off to her panties, she started to put on the pants, first. Lori stopped her with a gentle touch at the thin waistband. Her tiny fingers hooked the sides of Val's panties and slowly peeled them down.
"No panties." She said simply. Then softly kissed the aromatic slit of her tall friend. The musk of Val's sex rekindled the heat in Lori's belly. A strong desire to kiss on her kitty until she came had to be suppressed for the time being. The fond memories overcame Lori, causing her own kitty to cream with nectar. A swift lick through Val's wet slit made Valerie tremble in a quick cum.
"Oh, Lori!" She gasped.
Val understood when she saw the lining in the upper part of the pants was black silk! She slid the soft leather over her thighs and zipped the front. Her long legs were a vision to Lori's eyes. Trim, slender, and tightly wrapped in the black sheath. Val's tight butt was outlined perfectly, as was the bulge between her thighs. Her trim legs were encased in the leather as if with a second skin.
"Ooohhh, Lori! They feel sooo good!" Val exclaimed as she smoothed her hands across her lower belly. She pushed the soft silk lined fabric up against her vulva and moaned softly. Her naked chest was soon covered with the vest that matched Lori's. Valerie's longer torso allowed more of her belly to show between the vest and pants.
"You look so hot, Val!" Lori bubbled with excitement as she pulled out the boots and heavy jacket.
The two girls were a very attractive pair as they strolled through the terminal. Men were twisting their necks as they passed by, and several women took long approving looks, too.
Lori's new Harley-Davidson Low Rider waited for them at the curb. Bright blue and black with a fine assortment of chrome 'goodies', the machine stirred feelings in all who gazed at it. They put on the matching helmets and mounted the iron beast. It barked to life at the touch of the start button, settling into the familiar rumble of Harley's fame.
"How do you like the new 'toy'? My brother, Ryan and I just picked it up yesterday."
"I love it!" Val replied. "Is your brother here? With you, I mean?"
"He's at my house. He sprung in on me last week, and we've been having a ball!"
Valerie's mind raced, not having planned on anyone else being with Lori while she was visiting.
As if Lori read her mind, she continued, "He knows all about us, and is really excited to meet you."
Valerie relaxed and settled in behind, wrapping her long, leather clad body around Lori's smaller frame. The aroma of new leather assailed both when Val hugged Lori tightly.
"This feels so good! I feel like this is where I'm supposed to be." Val whispered as she kissed Lori's neck. Lori squeezed Val's thighs in response before she kicked the massive bike into gear.
On the highway, the cool air flowed around Valerie's body through the open jacket. The soft leather caressed her chest, and the combination of the fabric rubbing and cool air made her nipples stiff with need. She could feel the warmth of arousal flowing through her body. Her vulva was pressed tightly against Lori's backbone, transmitting the vibrations of the bike directly to her moistening kitty. The silk lining was literally stroking her erect clitoris when they rode over some rough pavement.
Lori could feel Valerie pulling tighter to her back. She knew exactly what was happening to her friend's body, because she was also getting wet from the close contact. She leaned against Valerie's chest and rubbed the taller girls breasts with her back. It was then that she felt Valerie tighten up and heard the soft moan above the roar of the bike's exhaust. She smiled and let herself cum, too.
Valerie cradled her head on Lori's neck for the rest of the short ride to Lori's house. She had never felt so at ease with a situation as she did with this. Even though she had never been here, it felt like she was coming 'home'. Valerie straightened up and got a bit nervous when she saw the other bike in the drive. 'That must be Ryan's bike' she thought to herself.
It was black and white, fully dressed with saddlebags and windshield. It was not as sparkly clean, like Lori's, showing many miles of hard riding. Lori pulled up beside the other bike and shut hers down. It was quiet, except for that hot pinging and crackling of the hot bike. The aroma of hot metal floated up to mingle with the scent of leather as the girls dismounted.
"Here we are!" Lori beamed. "Ryan's probably still waking up, he's a slow starter." She explained with a sly smile.
