After my wife Jayne, the biggest love of my life is my motor bike, a low-slung Harley Roadster with a big black tank. We'd spent a lot of our courting days cruising the hills around us on it, usually finding a secluded spot for outdoor sex. We're in our late twenties and married a couple of years, but lately I'd been spending a lot of time in our garage tuning my bike to perfection, polishing its chrome, and with my biker buddies, and I guess Jayne was feeling neglected. But my randy wife found her own solution!
When I arrived home from work one evening, there in the middle of the hallway floor was one of Jayne's panties, a simple skimpy white cotton pair. I picked it up and as I stood there holding it, through the doorway into our kitchen I could see another of her panties, a tiny satin thong, pink with a pattern of little red flowers. I got the message! A lingerie trail, leading to Jayne naked and ready for sex was one of the sex games we used to play as a newly married couple. I followed the trail through the kitchen into the conservatory, and just outside the garage door was another panty. This time it was a black see thru lace thong from a lingerie set I'd bought her for our anniversary. Through the open garage door I saw Jayne.
She was sitting on the seat of my motor bike with her spread knees astride the tank. She was wearing a blue denim mini skirt and a white, sleeveless stringy strapped top, low cut in a V between her big round breasts, with shiny black high heels. Her legs were spread so wide on either side of the tank that I could see right up her skirt. She was wearing tan stockings, with white garter belt straps crossing her bare thighs above her stocking tops, and white panties. They were see thru lace and I could clearly see her dark pubic bush through them. Her long dark hair cascading over her bare shoulders looked so good contrasting with her light skin and the white top. She was leaning back on her hands on the bike seat behind her so her back arched and her big breasts thrust forward showing the outline of her bra cups under her top, and her peaking nipples.
I stood and stared at Jayne for several seconds before she spoke.
"Do you want to play with your other toy tonight?" As she spoke she gave me one of her mischievous grins, spread her legs a little wider and reached down to pull her panties aside to show me her naked pussy. Spreading her legs so wide pulled her vagina open and her pink inner lips, already wet with juice, were peeping out through her dark bush.
"Want you!" She whispered softly.
Moments later our lips were together with our tongues touching, my one arm was round her back pulling her close and my other hand was down between her legs, inside her panties cupped over her sex mound, with my fingers teasing her juice soaked labia the way Jayne loves. I could feel her squirming with the sex pleasure my fingers were giving her.
I'd touched her between her legs for the first ever time on a motor bike. She'd been sitting behind me in skimpy shorts as wide legged as she was now, holding me tight as we cruised the hills one blazing hot summer day. She was a sex-bomb eighteen year old then, and the temptation to reach behind me, run my hand up her bare leg from her knee and massage her pussy had been just too great. The squeeze she'd given me in response and the way her hand went down to the bulging ridge of my hard up cock under my jeans told me straight away that I'd scored. We'd cruised to some woods and followed a track to a secluded spot. We'd undressed each other frantically, kissed, fondled and wrapped ourselves around each other on the soft mossy grass under the dappled sun. I'll never forget the look in her eyes as she'd laid back, spread her legs, reached up to me and my penis had slid long deep and hard into her exquisite young body for the first ever time. Now ten years later my bikes had got bigger and Jayne had gotten even sexier!
"Undress me!" She said softly, but with an edge of excitement in her voice.
I began with her denim skirt. It fastened up the short length of its side. I've stripped Jayne many times, but this time my hands were trembling so much with excitement at the feel of her stockinged leg, then bare thigh above that my fingers fumbled with the buttons. With her skirt off I lifted off her top and placed it, neatly folded the way she insists, with her skirt on a shelf.
Her lace bra matched her panties, and the cups were trimmed to the same erotic perfection as her panties. They were only just big enough to sling her large firm breasts and the thin lace showed the large deep pink circles of her areoles beneath. She gasped with pleasure as I played with the peaks of the lace over her taut nipples. As I ran my hands over her in her underwear and stockings she looked up at me and spoke.
"Go on, undress for me. You know how I love it when you're naked when you strip me."
