*This story is a work of fiction. All resemblances to any person are purely coincidental. All rights reserved by author. Feedback is more than welcome!*
"Are you sure I'm not going to fall off the back?"
Jerry had convinced Jenna to go out for a ride on his motorcycle. She'd thought about it for years, but had never tried riding. Being out there on the bike, with nothing more to protect her than her jeans, Jerry's spare jacket, and his spare helmet was rather intimidating.
"You'll be fine. I've been riding these for almost forty years and haven't had an accident since I was fifteen. If you want, you can hold onto the bar behind you." Jerry replied.
"No, I'd much rather clutch on to you. If I'm holding you so tight that you can't breathe, you'll have to slow down," Jenna said.
Jerry simply chuckled and helped Jenna get on the bike behind him with a big grin on his face. His wife had refused to ride with him for years, saying it was too scary being on the road with him. He had forgotten how good it felt to have a cute girl wrap her legs and arms around him from behind. He liked how the raised back seat made up for their six inch height difference, so that they were head to head as they set out.
Jenna was clutching on to Jerry as they went down his driveway and on to the streets. The familiar roads of his neighborhood seemed completely new. The cars driving by felt too close – she could feel the drafts as cars passed. Jenna felt her heart racing as she pushed her body hard against Jerry's. She kept instinctively trying to snuggle against his head, but instead would bump helmets, shaking her up a bit. At first, Jerry took it easy, keeping the bike just above the flow of traffic and only doing a little lane sharing. He placed his gloved hand over Jenna's clutched ones from time to time to try and comfort her a bit.
Jenna melted each time her lover's hand covered hers. There was something just so warm and sweet about the gesture. She slowly relaxed, holding on to Jerry a bit less tightly and snuggling against him in a more comfortable position. She began to concentrate on the ride and realized that she loved the feeling. The wind brushing past her body, the feeling of Jerry's strong back against her chest, his warm thighs pushed against the bike by hers... "I could do this more often," she thought to herself.
Gradually they left the city behind and started climbing into the canyons. The roads began to twist and Jerry signaled that Jenna should follow his lead on the curves, leaning from side to side into them. Jenna felt the flow of the curves naturally and enjoyed feeling the swaying weight of Jerry and the bike between her legs. The vibrations of the bike, strong against her pelvis, were beginning to get to her. She felt sweat trickling down her back, but also a rising wetness between her legs.
After about half an hour, Jerry and Jenna had left the world behind. They were deep in the canyons. Jerry turned onto a smaller road that hadn't been paved in awhile. He would slow down for the larger potholes, which caused them to bounce hard against the steel frame of the motorcycle. The smaller ones he would just speed over, creating a gentle bump that ground Jenna's pelvis into both Jerry and the bike. Jenna couldn't believe what a turn-on this was! Jerry eventually pulled over in what appeared to be a small turnout and got off the bike.
"I thought you could use a break, given that this is your first time," he said, with a small glint in his eye. He pulled a couple water bottles from the pack on top of gas tank and handed one to her.
"I have to admit, my legs are a little sore and it's hot in that gear!" Jenna said, gratefully taking the water bottle and drinking deeply. She felt a bit like a sailor as she climbed off the bike. Her legs were slightly bowed and her inner thighs trembling. However, the pain was pushed aside by her rising need to kiss Jerry. She fumbled, trying to figure out how to get off the helmet and extricate herself from the bulky jacket.
Jerry saw her predicament and quickly came to her aid, his hands along her neck and chest as he helped her out of his borrowed gear. Jerry had already taken off his own helmet and gloves and fastened them to the bike. Once freed, Jenna helped him unzip his jacket, trailing her fingernails down his chest and the sweaty, hot tank top he wore. Jerry placed both jackets under his arm. Jenna looked up at Jerry and kissed him, deeply.
When their tantalizing kiss ended, Jerry looked at her, a bit surprised. "I thought you were sore?"
"My thighs are a little sore, but come on; I've spent the past half hour with a hot guy and giant vibrating metal machine between my legs." Jenna replied, a sultry smile on her lips.
