An hour later, they stopped at a rest stop. As Lindsay was walking back from the bathroom, she took out her phone. One bar flashed on and off. Finally! She could text her parents and tell them she was alright. It might not get there, but she had to try.
Just as she was starting the text, there was a great roar as a swarm of bikers swooped into the parking lot, all denim, tattoos, colors, and chrome in a cloud of black smoke. People tried to hurry themselves and their children into their cars and leave. Lindsay just stared as they took off their helmets and stretched.
She noticed one of them, on the back right of the lead bike. He was tall, thin, and tan with dark hair and a tattoo showing the top of a rosary on the nape of his gritty neck that suddenly filled her with the desire to say a few dozen Hail Mary's. He turned and she saw his dark eyes catch her. They travelled up her body, then back down, slowly. She gave him a smile. He lifted his chin with its thin, scraggly beard and mustache in acknowledgement.
She walked back to the car where Dolora stood leaning against the hood. Lindsay glanced back at the biker apologetically.
Dolora raised her eyebrows. "Go get you some," she said.
"You don't mind?" Lindsay asked.
"Hell no. If he was looking at me like that, we wouldn't even be having this conversation! Go on."
She looked over at Eddy, still somehow sleeping in the back. "He won't mind?"
"Hon, he won't even know."
"Thank you," Lindsay gushed, grinning.
"Don't thank me, thank your momma for giving you that face. Now have fun." Dolora waved her off.
Lindsay was so happy she almost skipped over to where over a dozen bikes were parked, but she managed to keep a cool expression. The man came up to meet her.
"You wanna ride, angel?" he asked.
She slipped a condom out of her pocket and held it up between her index and middle fingers. "Only if you ride me on the bike."
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Lindsay sat on the seat of the bike, leather, chrome, and heat under her naked thighs. A slight breeze tousled her hair in the forest clearing they'd walked the bike to. The vibrations from the bike flowed through her. She spread her legs wider and closed her eyes, letting the sensations travel up her body as his large hands gently caressed her, moving from her legs, over her belly, to the hem of her shirt. He kissed her back as his fingers slipped under her shirt. He pulled it up and over her arms, letting his hands catch hers and tracing his fingertips back down her arms to her breasts. He kneaded them. She could feel the strength of his grip.
"Take it off," she moaned.
There was a moment of tightness and then her bra loosened and he brushed it down her arms. She gripped the handles of the bike as his hands found her breasts again. The fingers were rough, but his palms were soft against her nipples. She groaned.
"Squeeze my nipples," she said. The immediate jolt of pleasure raced through her body to her vulva. "Oh yes! Just like that," she panted.
She felt his naked chest press against her back. His kisses trailed up her shoulder to her neck. He brushed her hair back and began softly kissing her neck, the strands of his mustache exciting her skin as they brushed against it. She arched back, lost in pleasure. She could feel herself slipping away.
"Are you sure you want to do this, baby?" he asked. His voice was so kind, so gentle, like a lover. Like he actually cared and she was his baby, not just a girl he'd met five minutes ago. She had no doubt if she told him 'No' he'd stop. And that only made her need him more.
"Yes. More than anything. I want you so bad," she breathed, spreading her legs wider. Another burst of pleasure from the vibrations rushed through her.
He pushed his body up against hers. She felt his cock; hard, seeking. She raised herself slightly.
"Oh God!" she cried as he pushed inside of her. "Oh God!" He pushed in deeper. "Oh GOD!" She was shaking!
He pulled out slowly until only the tip of the head was still inside her and then slid back in, filling her with himself.
"OH!" she yelled.
He kissed her cheek from behind, moving down to her ear. "You like that, baby?"
"Yes! Don't stop!" she cried, feverishly. Her legs curled up as he did it again and again. Her ankles found his hip bones and rested on them. His hands cupped her breasts as his thrusts became faster. Her hands grasped the handlebars in a white-knuckled death grip as her eyes rolled back. Her breathing came fast. She could feel it building inside of her, coming fast, he was thrusting hard now, like he knew she was about to cum. He was so hard! It felt so good! And then the ecstasy roared through her like the rush of the throttle. She screamed in pleasure, her body bucking up and down on his.
He threw his arms around her waist, holding her tightly to him. She heard him panting. Harder. Faster. He grunted, his body jerking against hers, and then he slumped onto her with a low groan. He kissed her naked back, lips pressing against the bumps of her spine, fingers brushing her hair away. "Mi amor," he said, tenderly.
She turned as best she could, his head following till it lay on her breast. She stroked his dark hair, resting in the moment. She wanted to stay in it forever. "You're amazing, baby," she whispered.
She walked the bike back with him, each stealing little glances at the other. He joined back with the other bikers to whoops and hollers, but Lindsay didn't mind. She pressed her hands to his chest, stood on her tiptoes, and gave him one last kiss. His fingers ran through her mussed hair as she turned and walked away toward the car where Dolora still leaned on the hood. Eddy was leaning out the window. She mentally swore. Turning, she smiled and waved to the biker who was still getting pats on the back. He gave a small wave back. Giddiness bubbled up within her, she felt almost ebullient as she approached the car.
"Feeling better, Hon?" Dolora asked as they got in, Lindsay back in the back with Eddy.
"So much better!" she said.
"I thought he might help you out of that funk you've been in all day."
"You were so right," she sighed, leaning back against the seat, watching as they passed by to get a final glimpse of her biker. "He made me forget about everything. It was amazing!"
"Wait..." Eddy said, looking her over. "Don't tell me you just had sex with that biker guy."
Lindsay grinned, she knew her cheeks would still be pink from the exertion and her lips bright red.
