Red Hair And Black Leather

It was close to 1:00 PM and I was getting hungry. I had been on the road since early morning, but after four hours I knew I needed to take a break. I was pushing myself to get away quickly and start something new and now that I was away from Portland I could start to enjoying the rest of my journey. I was glad I had opted for the local highways, because it gave me an opportunity to see the country. The bike was running great and it was nice to have no time limit or place I had to be. I was heading south for no special reason, it just seemed like the direction I should go.

I came to a small Southern Oregon town glad to see there were no McDonalds or other fast food joints. Up on the right was a rustic looking café that I liked the look of, so I slowed and pulled in to the small parking lot where I found a parking spot close to the entrance. I backed in, turned the bike off and put down the kickstand. As I pulled off my helmet I noticed a young lady sitting on a bench, reading. I got off the bike, put my helmet on the mirror and unzipped my leather jacket, stretching my back, getting a better look at her. I gauged her to be in her early to mid-twenties. She was dressed in a white t-shirt, blue jeans and dark red cowboy boots, which almost matched her shoulder length red hair. While I was getting off my gloves I noticed her casually play with the end of her hair as she concentrated on her book. There was a suitcase by her feet with what looked like a black leather motorcycle jacket tossed on top of it. There was also a backpack on the bench next to her. I tried hard not to be obvious, but I was unable to stop myself from checking her out. There was something so enjoyable about watching her read her book, how she unknowingly stuck the tip of her tongue out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated. She looked up and smiled. I couldn't help but smile back and say, "Hi." Looking at her, I was reminded of a line from a Richard Thompson song, "Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme." I thought better of rubbing my tired ass in front of the lady so after stowing my gloves, I walked up the steps to the café, our eyes met, her eyes were green as the fresh grass in a meadow. They sparkled with intelligence and playfulness, I couldn't help but smile back.

"Nice bike. A Harley Sportster," she stated confidently.

"A lady that knows motorcycles, I'm impressed," I smiled down at her, "How's the food here?"

"It's good, my Aunt Betty runs the place. Try the breakfast special, it's my favorite." She broke eye contact with a slight smile along her lips, returning to her book, as I thanked her. I went inside, sat at the counter and ordered the breakfast special, even though it was early afternoon. She was right it was delicious, with home made hash browns and onions, a fluffy cheese, mushroom and bacon omelet with a cup of the best restaurant coffee I've ever had. I complimented the waitress, leaving her a nice tip and ordered a coffee to go. I paid and told the attractive, heavy set, older woman, who I took to be Aunt Betty, how much I liked the food. She smiled warmly and thanked me. We chatted briefly about my trip. I thanked her again and walked outside.

The young woman was still sitting on the bench, "Your ride late?"

"No, the bus to Reno broke down." I do not know when it'll get here.

"Mind if I sit here?" I looked down at the empty spot on the far end of the bench.

"No, go ahead. The bike might be more comfortable on your butt, though." She tossed out the quip so naturally, I couldn't help but chuckle. She didn't change expression at all, flipping to the next page of her book.

I was having trouble easing down next to her on the bench. My legs were stiff and my ass was still a bit sore. I wasn't too graceful as I plopped down onto the bench, both my knees popped as I stretched out my legs. She didn't seem to notice as I leaned back into the bench. She was right, it wasn't very comfortable, but it was nice just to sit and watch the quiet town. It might be a nice place to retire to, but I could see how someone her age would want to move to Reno. I looked over, curious to see if I could see what she was reading. It was Clive Barker's "Everville," a book I had read and really enjoyed. He happens to be one of my favorite authors so I asked her if she liked the book so far. We talked about the book and Clive Barker and horror fiction for a little while. Her name was Leanne and she was moving to Reno where she had a job waiting. I happened to be going south and Reno was certainly on the way so I spontaneously offered to take her. I really don't know what I was thinking. She was attractive, but I didn't have sexual designs on her; I'm in my mid-fifties. I hoped she didn't think I was a perverted old man trying to pick her up. Sure she was cute, better than cute. She needed a ride and I thought it might be fun to have some company for the two days it would take to get to Reno. As soon as I offered to take her, she got a surprised look on her face. I immediately imagined that she was thinking the worst about me. Her eyes looked into mine. Such a lovely green; maybe I did have sexual designs.

"You're serious?" Her eyes lit up, getting as big as saucers from the idea. I was hoping that she just liked the idea of riding on the back of the Harley. "I bet Aunt Betty would give me a refund. That's awesome." She was beaming as she stood, "Watch my stuff?" I smiled, nodding, as she hurried into the café, coming back out in a few minutes with a handful of bills, sitting back down to grab her backpack.

"I better make room for your gear," I said as she was putting the money back in her wallet, "It'll be fun having some company." I hoped I sounded casual as I walked to the bike to begin rearranging the gear, making room for her small suitcase and back pack. I had plenty of bungee chords and it wasn't long before everything was firmly attached.

The load was a little higher and more bulky then I would prefer, but it was secure and safe. She had her leather jacket on and was zipping it up. I noticed it was too big for her. I wondered who it might have belonged to. Maybe I'd ask her about it. I got the spare helmet out of the saddle bag, handing it to her. As she put on the helmet, I zipped up my jacket, got my gloves on, put on my helmet, climbed on, flipped down the passenger foot pegs and started her up. I had to rev it, just because I love that special Harley rumble. She beamed as she climbed on behind me, placing her hands on my waist.

"Have you ridden before?" I asked turning my head speaking up over the rumble of the engine.

"Yeah, my boyfriend had a Ninja. I dumped him, but kept the jacket." She smiled and my heart melted a little more.

I revered the engine once again, kicked it into first, eased out onto the highway, slowly accelerating. She leaned forward, spoke close to my ear. "This beats the bus any day."

"It does," I answered, punching it. Her laughter was infectious and we both laughed with sheer joy as the bike rocketed down the highway. I did not mind that she gripped me harder, pressing herself against my back. We were well out of the city limits when I eased off the accelerator. I've had run ins with small town cops and didn't need the hassle or expense of a speeding ticket.

Even with a passenger and extra weight it did not take long for me to get comfortable going into turns. It was obvious Leanne had ridden before, because she leaned with me. We talked very little and just enjoyed the ride and scenery. I'm glad I invited her, her youthful energy was rubbing off on me and I rode with a smile on my face, glad I could share this adventure.

We stopped for gas in another small town and were soon back on the highway making decent time. I looked in my rearview mirror, noticing dark clouds building. I was hoping we would be ahead of the storm, but luck was not with us when the sky opened and a torrent of rain came down upon us. Visibility was close to zero and I had to slow to a crawl. It was coming down so hard my jeans were soaked and my leather jacket wasn't protecting me very much either. I'm sure Leanne wasn't faring any better. To make things worse the temperature had dropped causing us both to start shivering. I saw a motel sign and told Leanne we had to stop for the night. The lot was full and I stopped as close to the office as I could. We both made a mad dash for the protection of the office. I asked for two rooms, but as luck would have it there was only one room left. At least it had two double beds.

"This sucks," Leanne started laughing as she ran to the room, while I moved the bike as close as I could.

I didn't think we could get any wetter by the time we got our gear into the room. By then we found the whole situation hilarious and were both laughing pretty hard. Leanne's red hair was plastered onto her head and for some reason she had the leather jacket unzipped. Her naked skin shone under her translucent white t-shirt, I could not help but take her all in. Even though I was wet and cold I was becoming aroused at the sight of her. I tried to get busy and spread out my wet sleeping bag, hoping she wouldn't notice. But when I looked into those fantastic eyes of hers and saw the look she gave me, my cock visibly lurched and throbbed. She smiled and I smiled and wondered what it was about this young woman that drove me wild and made me so hard.

Her smile was sweet, yet innocent with a hint of shyness. Our bodies came together and we kissed. I was smitten after that first kiss, her lips so soft and luscious against mine. Our moans blended together to sound like a deep growl in the little motel room. Soon we were on the bed with our arms wrapped around each other, our wet bodies warming by the heat of our passion. The kiss grew more intense, our tongues played and danced as we began to wriggle and roll around on the bed, tugging at each others clothing needing to feel our bare flesh against each other. As soon we were naked the heat in the room intensified so much that we both had sweat gathering and dripping onto each other from pure, raw lust. My cock was as hard as it's ever been, rubbing against her wet and ready pussy with her nipples pressed hard into my chest. I loved the feel of her skin against mine, her soft flesh against my hands. She reached between us, grabbing my cock, guiding me into her. I let out a deep groan as her vaginal walls welcomed me. We looked into each other eyes as my cock slid deep inside her. She moaned and then bite her lip and got this sexy, wicked, delightful twinkle in her eyes as she suddenly rolled me onto my back. She laughed and sat up, her hands caressing my chest, a slight smile on her lips. She ground herself against me, my cock throbbed and seemed to swell. She ground against me again and groaned out, "Oh, that's nice, isn't it?" She grinned and licked her lips.

"Fantastic," I gasped, reaching up to squeeze her perfect breasts, pinching her nipples in between my fingers. She arched her back, sucking in her lower lip as she began a slow sensual movement with her hips on my cock, crying out with each delicious movement. I tweaked her pebble hard nipples again, as she made a lovely sound deep in her throat. I arched my back, thrusting up into her, growling, grinding against her, feeling her heat and wetness soak me. She began to ride me hard, moaning and whimpering as she slammed on my pole. I thrust my hips hard against her, again and again meeting her thrust for thrust. I had had some good sex, but she was amazing. I pushed myself up into a sitting position, her legs were over mine as we rocked our hips, squirmed, ground and trust together. I leaned down to take her left nipple into my mouth, rolling it with my lips and tongue. She gripped my head, moaning deeply. When I reached down and began to rub her swollen clit with my fingertips she cried out a breathless, "Yes" and began to ride my cock faster and harder. We were both gasping and moaning with so much pleasure, I wonder now why someone didn't complain about the noise.

It had been too long since I had been with a woman and I hoped I could last long enough for her enjoyment. Our thrusting became more urgent and harder as I felt the first tingle of my impending orgasm when she clutched my upper arms tightly, digging her nails into my skin as she cried out her pleasure. Her body started to shake, her vaginal walls clenched my cock. That was all I needed to come hard. Our lips found each other's as we kissed deeply, grinding our lips together with our tongues lashing against each other. We continued our thrusting, both of us shuddering with our orgasms. Eventually we slowed, our bodies relaxing and our breathing settling down. We held each other, kissing for the longest time.

Leanne's kisses were like nothing I had ever experienced, our lips burned with the heat of our passion, our tongues danced and teased; hands caressing and exploring our flesh, our bodies hot and slippery with sweat. I was surprised I was still semi-hard inside her. She felt it too as we resumed our grinding. She rubbed her hard nipples against me as I slowly started to thrust my hips against her, feeling how hot, soft and wet she was. My cock grew hard as I gathered her tighter against me, kissing her deeply as I picked up the pace of my thrusts, trying to lose myself within her sheath. She cried out her pleasure clenching me tightly. This time I pushed her onto her back and took her hard and deep. I kept thrusting unable to stop, wanting this moment to last as long as possible. She soon cried out as her orgasm cascaded through, her contractions around my cock drove me over the edge, I groaned loudly, climaxing with her, flooded with pleasure like I have never experienced. My cock throbbed as it shot hot strings of white hot cum deep within her body, her vaginal walls squeezing my shaft, milking every last drop. I collapsed on to her, hugging her tightly against me, more than glad how my adventure was turning out and I wondered what the next two days would be like, before we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Special thanks go to Gray for her inspiration and suggestions.

I hope you enjoy my first submission to Lit, I look forward to your comments