Seven hundred pounds of iron, chrome and leather, throbbing between his legs, shaking windows as he passed. The open pipes hid the sound from no one for blocks. Pulling up into the front yard, he let the metal monster settle down to a rough, syncopated idle. The front door flew open, and she bolted out the opening. She was dressed in her new leather vest, pants, and her hair tied back in a loose bundle. She mounted his Harley in one swift movement of her body.
Cracking the throttle wide, he bolted down the drive, spewing gravel at the end. Dawn was breaking on the West Coast. An unfamiliar sight for a man raised on the East Coast. The strangeness of the sun rising over the mountains behind him caused his thoughts to focus on the task at hand, riding, rather than his mission.
Finally getting used to the California morning, he settled back on the warm body behind him. She was resting herself on the padded back of the saddle. She welcomed his body into her arms. She hugged him tightly to her bosom, and kissed his neck. She knew what was in his mind, and left him to sort it out by his own time.
This day had been long in coming. She had prepared for it a long time ago. She knew he would come, when the time was right.
The morning passed, as did the miles of black highway. Several hours of the steady, throbbing engine. Many miles of whistling wind and blowing hair, and the heat of the motor rising to their thighs wore on her stamina. He pulled in to a small station, and re-filled the tank, while she got cold drinks inside.
Her vest was open, showing that she wore no bra, or top of any sort. The tight fitting leather pants laced all the way up on each side of her short, toned legs. The waist was low-cut, revealing most of her lower belly, and the dragon tattoo across her lower back. Her C-cup breasts swung free, almost escaping the leather top. He watched her walking towards him with admiration for her well kept body.
She curved in all the right places. The gentle swell of her belly tapered to her waist and legs equally. The leather hugged her soft mound gently between her thighs, and caressed her butt with just the proper snug. Her long hair was strewn across her face, tangled from the hard ride, a reddish brown that highlighted her pale, soft skin.
The sparkle in her green eyes, and the sweet, easy smile was a pleasure for him to observe, as well. It had been too long since they had been together. Their lives had taken side roads and eventually came full circle to this momentous day.
She pressed her five-foot two body against his. Her breasts touched the cool leather of his jacket, stiffening the exposed nipples. Her rose colored lips parted slightly when she picked up her face, she began a slow soft kiss.
His hand slipped under the open vest and drew her body to his, the loose front allowed him to glimpse her firm C-cup breasts before they contacted his worn leather 'skin'. The jacket was as much a part of him as his own flesh, as he spent his days, lately, doing nothing but riding the restored Harley-Davidson.
His life had turned to shit, and a lot of time was devoted to losing extra baggage. Those problems resolved, he started rebuilding his world, just as he had carefully returned his faithful "Iron Horse" to like new condition. Many hours of tedious work had yielded the fine, steady thrum between his legs on the gleaming black bike.
She had waded through her own swamp of trials and tribulations, during which these two had cemented their already strong bond into a fortress to repel the offending hoard. Their combined strength had finally surfaced to break the chains that had held them apart, culminating in this "Ride to Freedom", as she had dubbed it.
He kissed her hot, tongue thrusting and exploring the familiar crevices of her hot little mouth. Her tongue was equally busy renewing its acquaintance with his while her breathing became ragged and labored. Her hand went to his thigh where she found her treasure.
The large bulge was everything she remembered, almost two inches across, and close to eight inches long. Her 'dragon' was back! She had started calling it by that name many years ago. He had joked about 'leaking the lizard' one day, referring to taking a pee, but when she saw the size of it, she had proclaimed, "That's no lizard! It's a fucking dragon!". The name stuck, especially after she felt it fill her tiny, tight treasure box.
"I need this IN me!" she told him, between the hot kisses.
"I know it." He replied. "I need to be in you, just as bad! We aren't far from our stopping place. Okay?"
"Not far?" She queried.
"Nope."
She kissed him hot and said, "Why aren't we there, yet?" as she mounted the vibrating monster.
He kicked the heavy bike in gear and left the filling station in the dust. Idling through the small town to avoid unnecessary attention, he then opened the throttle wide as the hit the town line. The deafening roar filled their ears, and sent them into the other world of 'us and the road' as he called it. She settled in behind him, letting the wind push back her hair and open her vest. The worn leather felt so good on her naked chest, it sent thrills down her body. The rumbling thunder of the Harley filled not only her ears, but involved her whole body. The vibrations made her kitty tingle to the point of creaming. She could feel the wetness seeping into her pants from her vulva.
He felt her snuggle tight to his butt, remembering the way she pressed her mound into his butt to stimulate her very sensitive clitoris. He could picture the tiny bud erecting from its sheath at the top of her sweet flower. He thought of the first time she spread her legs for him, and showed him the rosy inner labia blossoming from the puffy outer lips. It resembled a small carnation, with delicate petals spreading from the center.
The thoughts of her sweet nectar flowing from the small opening between her thighs. The tender contractions of her vagina around his throbbing erection, the way she moaned softly as she gained release at his touch, had his penis fully erect under the silk lined leather pants.
She felt her kitty getting wetter as he piloted the big bike down the twisting highway. She was impatient to take her lover into her arms and feel his strong body against hers. His toned body excited her. The smell of his sex, the taste of his cum, lingered in her memory from days past. She was hungry for him. She was eager to share love with this loving man, again.
She pulled her body back from his and snapped the front fastener loose. The low-cut pants separated just enough for her small fingers to touch herself. She slowly slid her hand down between their bodies and grazed the erect button at the top of her slit. She started cumming at the first touch. Her thighs trembled and clutched his legs tighter as the spasm took over her body.
He felt the movement behind him. The sudden lack of contact at his back had him wondering, until he detected her hand moving between them. The trembling of her body gave away her actions. He grinned, knowing that she was 'taking off the edge' in anticipation of what would surely be happening, soon. He reached back and grabbed her thigh, giving it a tender squeeze.
The pressure on her leg told her that he knew. It told her that things were indeed like they used to be, and would be again.
The sudden reduction in wind and sound brought her back from 'memory- land'. The road ahead forked, one small path lead off the main highway. The iron beast carried them up a long hill to the deep woods above. A clearing appeared, large enough for the bike, but not much else.
Thick brush surrounded them, and he let the machine throb beneath their legs. Quiet caved in on them when he shut off the bike. Metallic 'pings' and crackling accompanied the sounds of the forest. A few birds and small animals cavorted in the waving limbs above them. She sat still for a moment, then wordlessly dismounted the trusty steed that had carried them to this slice of paradise.
He stared out through the trees, and saw the small lake nearby. It was as he recalled. Peaceful, secluded, and natural. Yes, this was the place to start. He looked around and saw her standing near a patch of soft looking leaves. He watched as she slowly removed her vest. Her hands cupped her breasts and pulled at her nipples. She palmed both hands on her belly and slipped them under the loose waist of her leather pants. Her heavy boots were already on the ground. She peeled off the snug sheath and lay it next to the boots. She turned to face him, resembling a wood nymph in the deep forest of a fairy tale.
