I rolled to a stop and revved my throttle as I glanced to my right. The car beside me had lowered its window and the driver was smiling at me.
He said, "Nice bike!"
I hate that kind of guy, but I replied, "Thanks" as I twisted the throttle, and let out on the clutch pulling ahead and switched lanes to my right. Stopping at the next light while the same car stopped beside me, this time on my left.
Once again, the window came down and there was this pretty chick smiling. I looked and nodded my head. I said, "from what I can see, nice tits!"
Her smile got bigger as she spoke, "Thanks! My husband seems to like them."
The light changed and I let them pull ahead and rolled beside them as I looked at her. Her driver said something and she turned back toward me and said, "Now what do you think of them?" as she pulled her top up over both of her perfect milk jugs.
Over the roar of my engine and the wind, I said, "Real nice... how about a feel?" as I eased closer to her open window.
She glanced toward her driver, I guessed was her husband, then she said, "Ok" she turned to the open window and pushed them outward.
I reached over and grabbed the flesh on her right titty, and squeezed the soft jug. I smiled and said, "Real fucking nice and firm! You want to go for a ride?"
She turned, talking to; once again, I guessed was her old man. She turned back and said, "Can you pull over and let me on?"
"Yea" I replied, "At the next light, jump out and climb on if you want."
As her car door opened and her legs came out, I saw she had on a short flowing type skirt that was about mid thigh and fuck what a pair of legs they were. As I stopped, she put her hand on my shoulder and stepped onto the peg swung her leg over and set down on the tiny bitch pad. I told her, "Better hold on." As twisted the throttle once again.
I felt her tits press into my back through her blouse and my tee shirt. Her skirt blew up and she tried to push it back down but the wind kept it blowing. Only thing she could do was slide closer to me and hold on.
With the wind blowing up her skirt and the vibration of the 800 lb vibrator we were riding, it was hard for her not to moan and groan.
Her husband followed behind us and he was getting a hell of a show. I asked her, "where do you want to go and do you want a long ride or a short one?"
She replied, "I am not in control of things....so I guess it is up to you!"