She heard the rumble before she saw what it was… a motorcycle, hmmm Harley perhaps. She glanced over her shoulder and her long red hair whipped in the wind and she reached up and grabbed it out of her eyes, don’t slow down.. Slow down please.. She continued to walk on… The rumble got closer and then the light of the headlamp fell on her. The bike was slowing down and came around her and stopped. She walked a bit slower contemplating her choices here… none really. She walked up to the bike and the rider, nice bike she thought. She paused standing next to the bike and noted that the rider must be very tall… and she paused, uncertainty written all over her. “Wanna ride…?” She looked into the most devastating sherry colored eyes and felt her tummy tighten, and his hair was tied back in pony tail, covered with a bandana but it looked dark in the falling light. “Yeah, that would be great..” she replied and leaned a bit forward and she put her leg over the back and snuggled up behind him on the seat. Her shoulder bag fit between her and the backrest barely, causing her to press a bit closer to the man than she would perhaps have liked but what the hell, she had a ride… suddenly he revved and put her arms around his waist, and off they went into the night.
As her arms came around his waist she noted the lean form and muscle. His abdomen felt like cement. She felt a small pulse beat low and begin a steady beat. God she was so tired… the steady thrum of the engine beat into her and the throb of the bike massaged those muscles she thought were long on their way to forsaken. Leaning her head against his back she sighed and wondered what next. What a turn of events… don’t go there her mind muttered… you need to look forward, looking back was nothing but grief.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her leg and her insides quaked in momentary panic… the hand pulled her leg until her foot was pressed against his thigh, then he patted her other knee and found that she was sitting Indian style which caused her to snuggle closer but wrapped around his body she felt more secure on the bike. Feeling the slick of fear that had wrapped around her heart after her spike of panic, she felt her body slacken a bit and took a deep breath. Her body relaxed in increments and she pressed her face to the back of his jacket wrapped her arms around him and snuggled closer.
The vibrating of the engine soothed her and she could let her mind wander. She wondered who he was, she had to admit it was a hot bike. No conversation as the pipes were so loud but she liked that. It was all about the feel, the engine, the man, the night wind as it curled around both of them. The open road, the night.. Mmmm now this was good.
She jerked with sudden awareness, wondering what startled her. She must have dozed off, god she hoped it hadn’t been long.. They were still cruising down the road but something was definitely different and then noted that the engine was not full throttle anymore, they were slowing down.. She became aware as she tried to bring her mind into focus. Up ahead she could see a motel of some sort and she sighed. Well I guess it had to happen sooner or later.. Nothing was free in this world.
He wheeled the bike under the portico and patted her thigh and she tried to remove her leg and found that she was numb and couldn’t.. A low chuckle and he wrapped his hand around her calf and massaged the muscle a bit and then put her foot down on the peg, and then repeated the process on the other side. Lifting off the bike, he turned to her, looking into her sleepy gaze, “I need some sleep, you’re welcome to a bed and a shower, your choice…” and walked away. She watched his ass encased in jeans and thought for a second.. Damn that ass was fine. A bed and shower… she wanted to cry she wanted them so badly… She must have drifted off in her mind for the next moment he was back and swinging his leg over the bike and starting it up. They rumbled along until they came to the spot he was looking for… and he backed into a parking space in front of a door and shut the bike down. Again he swung his leg over the bike and looked at her… “well, take me up on my offer?” She nodded her head and went to swing her leg off the bike and almost did a face plant.. “whoa… let me help…” and he put his hands around her waist and helped her off the bike and let her find her legs. No problem but her legs didn’t work. She would have crumbled to the ground if he hadn’t been holding on to her. “aw hell” he said and swept her up in his arms. She tried to protest but just couldn’t find the strength. He walked the few short steps to the door and looked down at her and said…”you’ll have to get the key out of my pocket.” and she looked up at him and he looked over his shoulder pointing with his chin at his right back pocket. She brought her arm down between them and wedged her fingers into his pocket and grabbed the key, but not before noting that his ass was as tight as it had looked. She brought the key up and he dipped her so that she could put the key card into the door and push the handle down, and he booted the door open and proceeded through the door.
He walked over to the bed and the next thing she knew she was falling and a squeak escaped her as she hit the bed, and fell flat on her back. Looking up that lean muscled body, she took a deep breath and just lay there… He looked down at her and said…”you want the shower first? I’ll run out and see if I can find us some food, sound like a plan?”
and watched her eyes… She closed her eyes and in a soft voice…”thanks, that sounds wonderful if you don’t mind…” and struggled to sit up. A hand appeared in front of her and she took it and he pulled her up to a sitting position. “I won’t be long, lock the door behind me, I’ll grab the key…” and with that he walked over to the door and went out. She put her head in her hands and sat there a moment. I will not cry, I will not.. Oh hell. A tear escaped down her cheek and she struggled to her feet. She walked over to the door and locked it but didn’t put the safety latch on. She went over to the area where a small table and two chairs were arranged and sat down. She pulled her boots off and thought she would scream. She stood up and pulled her jeans off, her panties next, stretching her back her long hair hitting the cheeks of her ass, she dropped her shirt and bra next and headed into the shower.
The hot water did a lot to restore her. She lathered and rinsed and did it again, damn this was good. She let the water beat down on her and shuddered at the awakening of her body. Damn better get out of here she thought and turned off the taps… She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her hair and then another around her body. She opened the door and walked back into the room. She shook her head at her clothes laying around and bent to pick them up when the door opened and he walked back into the room. Her bare ass in the air, great she thought and continued to pick up her clothes. She turned around and her cheeks pinked as he walked into the room and she side-stepped and lay her clothes on the foot of the bed and dropped her boots on the floor. She picked up her shoulder bag and grabbed clean panties and dropped her towel with her back turned to him, after all he’d already seen her ass, modesty seemed a moot point now. She grabbed an oversized shirt and put it on, then turned around just as he was peeling his shirt off. She gaped as the shirt revealed abs that were rock hard and his hair was indeed dark and just a bit longer than she had originally thought and dark as sin. He looked at her and said ‘Any hot water left?” and walked to the bathroom. He peeled his jeans off after pulling his boots off and when noticed that the door didn’t close she kept watching, like a movie. He turned then and noticed her standing there… He raised an eyebrow “wanna wash my back?” and headed into the shower. She gaped and then turned around shaking her head… oh hell yeah she wanted to wash his back, his front, and well everything. Damn it had been a while since she had sex. She had a feeling he’d be something else in that department, and a swift shot of lust swamped her and pooled low in her abdomen. The water turned off and she wandered over to the table where bags of food and beers sat. She sat down in one of the chairs and waited. He came out in a few minutes with his jeans on, sort of, the top button undone, hanging loosely on his hips in a way that made her mouth water. A towel draped over his shoulders, damn he was pretty fine. He sat down and grabbed a beer, twisted the cap off and handed it to her. She thanked him and took a deep drink feeling the coolness slide down her throat… a sigh escaped her and she looked at him. He grabbed one and tilted it towards her in salute and took a drink. He opened the bag nearest him and took out two burgers and handed her one and sat back and ate his. His eyes watched her and she ate her burger in silence and drank the beer. How long since she had just sat and well ….nothing. He finished and tossed the paper in the bag and grabbed another beer. She finished her burger and drank her beer. She finally looked at him and raised an eyebrow quizzically. He smiled and offered her another beer, she took it and thanked him in a soft voice and her eyes strayed to the bed. He laughed and tapped her knee, she looked at him and he said “its big enough for two…” and tipped his head back and finished his beer. He stood up abruptly and she pushed back in her chair, he looked at her and said he was going outside to smoke. Offering her one, she shook her head negatively. As he leaned the door on the lock, she got up and threw away the trash and went into the bathroom and ran a comb through her hair, grabbing the hair dryer she used it a bit to dry some of the heavy wetness out of hair. She put it all away and walked back into the room, he was on the bed stretched out on top. She closed the door to the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed and thought what the hell and crawled under the sheets.
Morning hit like a bomb exploding in the room. Tucked up against a man, an arm like a vice around her waist… what the hell? Then the previous day came tumbling back into her sleep riddled brain. She relaxed and laid there for a moment more. She felt his arm tighten ever so slightly and then he rolled over and to his feet. He went into the bathroom and a few minutes later walked out. She’d rolled out of bed when he left the room and got dressed and was messing with her hair when he strolled back in. She looked at him and he paused… “well, ya ready?” She canted her head and looked at him. She smiled and grabbed her jacket and bag and said… “sure am”.
Some time down the road he rolled the bike to a shaded area and stopped. He got up and wandered off a distance. She took the time to get the blood flowing back into her limbs. It was better than last night but still it took some getting used to. She rubbed her ass cheeks trying to get the numbness out of them, and raised her arms over head and stretched her spine and swung down at the waist positively feeling her spine crack. Suddenly she felt him behind her and he was rubbing the cheeks of her ass, and damn it felt good. Why did he always come up on her when she was bent over.. But no matter, she slowly went to stand up and his hands came around her waist to the front of her belly and she instinctively sucked her belly in. His hands roamed up to her breasts and palmed them. She arched back and stretched herself against his frame…oh he felt so good. His fingers were bringing her nipples to an aching tenderness. Suddenly she felt a hand at the front of her jeans and the button was undone before she could blink and the zipper down and his hand was inside and he palmed her mound. A groan hit her lips before the next breath. He moved their bodies closer to the bike and then pulled his hand out of her jeans and hooked his thumbs inside the jeans and pushed them down her thighs. And she helped him by wiggling her hips and then her panties followed and they were soon down around her boots. His hand slid up her back and unhooked her bra under shirt and her breasts were freed from their lacy confines. She tried to arch her back but his other hand was implacable against her back and he urged her to bend over the seat of the motorcycle. He slid his hands over the cheeks of her ass and rubbed circles over the globes and then one hand came around to the front and he slid a finger inside her slick folds and a moan flowed from her lips. He rubbed that finger in slick circles inside her pussy, but did not touch her throbbing clit. She tried to move so that his finger would touch it but he held her with a hand on her hip. When he told her to stand still she complied and his other hand rubbed up and down the crack of her ass. The combined stimulation set her body to trembling and the ache deep inside her needed a release.. He pulled her cheeks back until she felt his solid erection and she wiggled against his jeans and the ridge inside them. A pooling started low in between her thighs. Between the ache of her breasts and the ache of her clit she was in an inferno of lust. She tried to turn around but he kept her in position and then ran his fingers in her slickness between her thighs and she moaned, then he inserted a finger and thrust up inside her, that was followed by another finger and then he thrust those two fingers until she thought she would burst but he stopped. She was panting and achy with need. She felt him open his jeans and then she felt the prod of that smooth head between her thighs and she tried to open her thighs wider but she was trapped by her jeans. He chuckled and bent her further over the seat of the motorcycle and her ass rose in the air and the soft wetness of her pussy was more exposed and he thrust into her from behind. A groan escaped her mouth and then it was game on. He thrust into her in one hard brutal thrust and then withdrew to do it again, by the second thrust the juices were running down her thighs and she was meeting his thrusts with her own. His hand in the middle of her back kept her in place as well as the hard hold he had on her hip. He held her still and moved his hips back and forth pounding into her. Cries fell from her lips and she knew that she was so damn close. She reached up and put a finger on her clit and pressed down and started to push again that bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts and when she was about to come she felt his hand tighten on her hip and she pressed harder and flames shot through her pussy and she came like a wave crashing. Her cries echoed off the trees and she shuddered as the end of her released lapped at her pussy. He pulled free of her tightness rubbed his fingers through the swollen lips of her pussy and she shuddered again and he thrust three fingers deep inside her pussy once more and she screamed as another tight little orgasm speared through her. Her head hanging down and her breasts swaying with her deep heaving breaths, he pulled his fingers out and patted the sleek cheeks of her ass and stepped back. She heard him adjust his jeans. She stayed there for a few seconds more and then straightened slowly. She tried to reach down for her panties and jeans and had to hold on to the bike for support but finally managed to get her jeans and panties back up. She slowly turned and her hair in wild disarray, breasts on display, she looked at him and smiled… “Now that was a ride.” ...
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