0 comments/ 20349 views/ 2 favorites Tiffany's Getaway By: txbiker She waited impatiently by the window. It was a typical northwest day, gray and cloudy. About sixty-five degrees and a steady breeze from the west. "Is he going to come?" she asked herself aloud. "Who, Mommy? Who's coming?" her son chimed in. "A friend of mine, sweetie. You're going to Grandma's for a few days while we go for a ride." Tiff explained to her young son. "Where are you going?" he asked. "He didn't say. I don't know, yet." She started thinking about what was happening today. Tiff had met Roger online almost two years ago. At thirty years old, divorced, with a ten year old son, she needed some stability in her life. Roger was a motorcycle mechanic in the U.S., fifty years old, and looking for someone who had the same feeling for life and living that he did. The wrote back and forth for a long time. Finally he asked her one day if she would like to "meet" for real. It had taken her a long time to decide. Now, she was having the jitters over the long awaited event. It was a long way to B.C. Canada from Texas. Any thing could have happened. Was he alright? Did he get lost? Did the bike break down? She worried that he may have changed his mind. She reminded herself that he hadn't been specific about exactly when he would arrive, and left the window seat to check her e-mail, just in case... Her boy came running in to the "office". "He's here! Mommy, here he is!!" She ran her fingers through her waist length blonde hair, and smoothed her clothes before she went to the door. The black Harley glittered in the sunlight as he pulled up the drive. He had mounted the sidecar on the machine, making it look even bigger than it was. Her heart fluttered as Roger dismounted. Dressed in black leather from head to toe, heavy jacket, pants, vest, thick soled boots. He peeled the black helmet from his head, and she got her first look at his handsome face. He strode up the walk, flashing her a straight toothed smile on his lean face. High cheekbones under sparkling green eyes, and a short, straight nose, and close cropped dark hair. He was everything she'd imagined, and then some! Roger hugged her gently, and kissed her cheek. "Made it!" he said. "What a ride it was. Beautiful scenery, all the way up." "I'm so glad you're here! I was beginning to worry." Tiff said softly. "No, I didn't chicken out. I've been looking towards this for a long time, too!" he replied. "Are you ready? I've got my stuff packed, just like you said." "Have you got the kid's stuff, too?" She got a curious look on her face. He answered before she could ask, "We'll drop him off at Grandma's on the way out. Okay?" Johnny heard that! "I get to ride, too?" "Just to Grandma's, but yes, if it's okay with your Mom." She couldn't say no, and it did save them the wait for Grandma and Grandpa to come and pick him up. They loaded up the bike with Tiff's backpack, and Johnny's overnight. The sidecar held everything out of the way, including Johnny. A short trip to the next town found them at Grandma's. Kisses and hugs all around, and Tiffany and Roger headed out for their first time together. Alone with her "Knight in Black Leather", she wrapped her long legs tightly around his butt and thighs. Her arms pulled her small breasts close to the soft leather jacket, her face cradled at the back of his neck. She could smell the combination of his masculine scent and the old leather. The heat of the big bike between her legs, combined with the heavy mechanical vibrations, was making her wet with arousal. This ride has been her fantasy for a lot of years, she couldn't believe it was happening, at long last. She could feel him breathing under her slender fingers. 'Yes, it is real.' she thought. 'He's really here. I'm with this gorgeous man on this beautiful bike, and I don't know where we're going.' Her mind was racing, her heart was beating out of her chest, and her thighs were soaking in a pool of her nectar. They were heading east, towards the Selkirk Mountains, in Alberta. The spectacular countryside flashed by as the rode up Highway 1 to Golden, Alberta. The light jacket she wore wasn't quite heavy enough for the road speeds, and she began to shiver. "Getting cold?" he asked, as if he read her mind. "Um, yeah. A little chilly." Tiff said. He pulled the bike off the roadway, in a small clearing. "I need a break, myself." He shut the Harley off, and walked out into the brush. Tiff followed him, and guessed quickly that he had to relieve himself. She heard the zipper, and saw the yellow stream between his feet, the soft plashing sound made her want to go, too! Roger zipped up and turned. "Uh, Where do I get to do that?" she questioned. He looked around, and said, "I suppose, right here, also." Her need to go overrode her shyness, and she stepped off the side to empty herself. Not sure of what would happen, she turned her back to him and unfastened her jeans. Squatting quickly, she allowed only a brief glimpse of her muscular, toned thighs. He could see the thick stream flow from her and puddle at her feet. She had no paper, so she just pulled her pants back up. Her shirt was out, and as she started to tuck it in, Roger moved closer, and wrapped his arms around her naked waist. "Come here, Tiff." he said softly. She looked into his eyes, and saw they had turned a light blue. Lighter than her own deep blue eyes, she studied his face as he put his face nearer to hers. They were the same height, and their lips met exactly. His lips parted, and he brushed her soft, thin lips with the tip of his tongue. She closed her eyes and opened her own mouth to receive the warm flesh. They kissed hot for a few minutes. "Hello, Tiffany. It's nice to meet you." He spoke softly. "Hello, Roger." she replied, slightly out of breath. "I didn't want to kiss you like that, in front of the boy, but I've needed that since we started." "I wondered about that. You seemed a little reserved, from what I expected. This, is more like it." She pulled him closer, and renewed their hot kiss. Liking the feel of her soft body against his, he moved his hands around to explore the rest of what he could reach. Her firm butt confirmed her description of 'staying in shape' down to her thighs. "We should move on, before it's too dark." he said, reluctantly breaking their hold on one another. He opened the pack in the sidecar, and handed her a worn leather jacket. "It's one of my old ones, it should fit okay." Tiff pulled off the one she wore, and slipped into the leather. It faintly smelled of him, his bike, the road. She could only guess how many places the jacket has been, how many times it protected him. She felt safe, wrapped in the stiff cocoon. He kicked the old bike to life, the heavy rumble shook the air around them. He mounted smoothly, as he had for many years. Tiff marveled at hoe he melted into the bike, to become one with it. She snapped out of her reverie, and climbed up behind him. The thoughts stimulated by the hot kissing had her wet between the legs, again. The leather jackets creaked as she tucked in behind her 'dream man' , still not believing it was real. Just as dark took them, Roger pulled the bike up to a house near the entrance of Glacier National Park. "Well, Roger. You're back sooner that I thought" the man in the doorway spoke. "Everything is just like you wanted." Roger waved, and pulled up the small camp road. Through the deep woods, a heavy canopy obscured what light was left. They rounded a curve, and a small lake appeared. A cabin sat on the rise nearby, lights already on, the aroma of a wood fire filled the air. Tiff looked around in amazement as he pulled under the shed, and shut down the bike. "What was that about?" she asked, pointing back to the road entrance. "I stopped her on the way in, and rented this place for us. I thought it would be better than camping or a motel. It's okay, isn't it?" "It's beautiful!" she exclaimed. "Go on in, I'll get our stuff." Tiffany went up the trail and gazed into the log frame cabin. A large fireplace was burning brightly, soft lights surrounded the room, and she could hear 'oldies' playing in the background. He was right behind her with the gear, which he carried back to one of the bedrooms. "You want to clean up a little?" he asked. He paused for a moment. "Together?" he added hopefully. "Uhm....welll...yeah, I guess." she responded after a moments thought. "Yeah, why not! Lets go." He led the way to the bedroom, and started the shower running. She stood motionless, as Roger began to strip. She watched as he uncovered his chest and firm belly. No 'six-pack' but very trim. He folded the leather vest and shirt over the chair, and bent to take off his heavy boots. Tiff got her first look at the tattoos adorning his back and arms. Dragons and daggers on the left arm, eagles and fish (with nudes) on the right. A large set of Harley-Davidson wings covered most of his muscular back. His heavy boots hit the floor, and she watched him intently as he started to unbuckle his leather pants. "Is something wrong, Tiff?" he asked as he noticed her standing motionless across the room. She stammered a response, almost embarrassed at getting caught 'looking'. "Um....no...I, uh...was curious about....well...you know." Her pale skin flushed from her neck up to her face. "It's been a long time since...." Roger didn't let her finish. "You saw a man's penis?" he volunteered. "Uh-huh" she nodded. "Come here, Tiff." he spoke so softly, she almost didn't hear, but moved towards him slowly. He took her trembling fingers and put them on the warm flesh of his naked belly. He put her mouth next to his, and kissed her lightly. "It's okay, we have all the time you need." He traced the line of buttons up her front, and slowly unfastened them. Her breathing deepened as her chest was uncovered in front of this "stranger's" eyes. She felt the denim fabric sliding off her shoulders. She moved her arms, to let the shirt fall to the floor. He unclipped the light bra she wore, and it joined the shirt in a pile. Roger pulled Tiffany close, her firm B-cup breasts pressed tightly against the light fur on his chest. Their arms twined around each other as they kissed passionately. The two tongues danced in one another's mouth, exploring every part they could reach. He took her hand, and placed it on his belt buckle. "Take your time, Tiff. When you are ready, it's good." With that, he kissed her deeply, his own hand slowly working around her butt and back. He pulled her mound tight to his thigh, and she felt herself pushing her hips harder to increase the contact. She moaned softly as she felt the heat building deep inside her belly. The heat she hadn't felt for so long. Roger's hands cupped her buttocks, kneading the soft flesh with his strong fingers. He felt the buckle of his leather jeans loosen. He pulled in his abs, to make it easier. Her soft, cool fingers slipped inside the waist to undo the button and zipper. Tiff's hand slowly lowered the brass closure. Her fingertips touched the base of his penis at his lower belly. She pulled away for a second, and he took her hands in his. "If you want, I'll go shower alone. You can, too." he told her. "I'm... I'm just not sure...um....what to do." "That's easy" he reassured her. "What ever comes naturally." Their bodies moved apart, and he unbuttoned her jeans. The rough fabric folded back to expose her hi-cut panties. Tiff let him pull the tight pants down her thighs, and stepped out of the pile at her feet. His face was even with her mound, he could smell the sweet aroma of her aroused sex. He kissed on the damp cloth gently, tasting her nectar for the first time. "Tiff, you are so sweet." he kissed it again. "Mmmmm. So sweet." As he stood, he let his pants fall. Tiff didn't notice until his firm erection was pressed against her belly. Her hand gripped the hot, throbbing flesh for the first time. She held him gently, and brought her mouth to his. They kissed tenderly as she felt her panties being pulled off the rise of her hips. She wanted this. She needed this hot man flesh in her body. Her knees softened under her, and he helped her to the soft rug in front of the fire. Tiffany spread her thighs, and Roger's hand found the cleft of her mound, while the hot kiss continued. Her moist slit parted for his exploring finger. She groaned as he pushed the long finger into her vagina. "Ohhh, Roger! Feels soooo good." she moaned. Her hips thrust up to force his hand deeper into the hot, pulsing flesh of her mound. Her hand still held his penis, the heat flowed through her fingers. "Yes....I want this....in me." she breathed. "Put it inside me. Please!" she begged. "Are you sure, Tiff?" "Oh, god. Yes!" her voice cracked. "I've waited so long, please...now!" He moved over her lean body, supporting his weight on his arms. Her hand put his penis between the swollen lips of her sex. She felt the pressure of the crown at her entrance, and pushed up to take him in. Soon, she felt the tip push through the opening of her hot, tight vagina, and slowly split her body. Smoothly, he entered her. She was so wet, so hot! The tight canal gripped his hardness like a moist velvet glove. He could feel every ripple of his erection pass through the small opening. As their bellies met, she moaned. "So big....so fulll. Oh, Roger.......yessssss....ohgod, yesssss." "You okay?" he asked. "So good!...Yes...ohmy...do it! Ahhhh, Roger, fu.....fu....ohhhh, please! Fuck meeee!" she managed to gasp. His hips began the dance of lovers, his length sliding in and out of her in a smooth rhythm. Her hips acted with their own thrusts, taking him fully into her little body. Their excitement kept the union short, within minutes, she felt the organ swell in her. She saw the question in his eyes before he asked. "Yess...inside me....fill me with your cream." Only a few more thrusts, "Ahhh, Tifff....here..it...comes!" he warned. His penis pulsed, sending the hot jets of cum deep inside her belly. She started to quiver as her own release was triggered. Her body shook, and stiffened as she soaked them with her girl-cum. He collapsed on top of her panting body, and they kissed hot, again. "Mmmmm, so good, Rog. Ohmigod that was so hot!" "Me, too, Tiff." he panted back. "Ready for a shower, now?" Tiffany's Getaway Ch. 2 Roger helped Tiffany up from the soft carpet. Her long legs had gathered some strength, after the heavy, rapid release they both went through. She hadn't been sure if she wanted sex right away, but her body decided for her. The fact that Roger was so gentle with her helped, too. He was everything he'd told her in their letters, and much better looking than his picture. She watched as he went in to start the water for their shower. His lean body belied his years. She couldn't believe the man that just made her cum so good was fifty years old. His body performed like someone half his age. The warmth between her legs was proof that he was there. The swollen vulva was red and puffy, the inner labia distended from the recent activity. Her mind and body ached for more. Their mixed cums ran out of the cleft, and down her thighs. Curious, she scooped some with her fingers, and tasted it gingerly. Surprised at the pleasant flavor, (not having tasted a man's cum in so long) she licked her fingers clean. She watched as he turned around, and gasped softly when she saw the semi-erect flesh hanging from his belly. 'Was all that in me?' she thought to herself. Tiffany joined her man, 'My man.' she thought, in the shower, holding on to his arms as she stepped under the hot spray. "Hey, there. Glad you could make it." he said as he kissed her softly. He got a better look at her trim body as he soaped it down. He felt each thigh, knee and toe individually. He payed particular attention to the treasure between her legs. A short, thick pair of puffy lips sheltered the inner labia. They resembled the wings of a soft pink butterfly. The thin slit held the small erection of her clitoris in the sheath at the top and the small hole at the bottom that had just received him. ' She does have a pretty kitty', he mused. The light patch of hair above the mound was trimmed short in a triangle. A little lighter in color than her head. He kissed up her belly to her navel and licked it softly. She held his head to her belly and moaned softly. "Oh, my." His exploration traveled up her body to her neck. His mouth sucked gently on the flesh. Her long hair was plastered down her back, and he pulled it aside. Kissing down her chest, he centered his attention on her small, firm breasts. The dark nipples were stiff and inviting. Roger sucked each one softly into his mouth, and circled them with his tongue. "OHH, Roger. MMMM, that feels so nice." "You feel very nice, to me, too." he replied "You're still 'ready'!" she gasped when her long fingers wrapped around the stiff penis. "I've been ready for you a long time, Tiffany." he said softly. "I'm sorry I rushed you, in there. It seemed we both needed to take the 'edge' off, and it just happened." "Oh, no. You don't have to be sorry. It was really good! I.. I just wasn't sure it would be so soon, but I'm glad we did it." She stroked the hardening flesh gently, and kneeled in the streaming water. She examined the massive penis that easily measured the eight inches he had described. Her long fingers just barely surrounded the turgid member as she put her thin lips to the swollen purple crown. Roger stood still, his hands gently holding her head, as he watched his erection disappear into Tiffany's hot mouth. Her lips moved down the hot flesh, towards the short, well trimmed hairs on his belly. Fingers wrapped the heavy sac below, softly cradling the large testicles. She could see the small scar from the vasectomy, verifying that he was 'safe'. She was on birth control, but it was comforting to know that he was cut, too. She pulled the foreskin all the way down, and tongued the sensitive flesh under it. Roger moaned, "Ohhhh... Tifffff....you're gonna...ohhh...make me cum....if you keep that up. Her throat was nearly full with him, but she hummed her answer, "MM-MMM" and bobbed her head. Tiff pulled his throbbing flesh from her mouth to tell him, "I want to taste this right from the source." before resuming her oral worship of 'her man's' penis. It filled her throat when she swallowed, finally taking almost all of him down. His breath came in short gasps, he could feel the fire boiling in his belly. She could feel his heart pulse in the back of her throat. He began to swell, the sac tightened in her hand, and he held her face firmly. "AHHH.....yesssss....here...it...CUMMMMMMMSSSSSS.!!!! He shouted when the hot fluid raced through his body. It felt like it came from his toes as he blasted her throat with his hot, thick semen. Tiff swallowed pulse after pulse of his cream, letting it fill her belly with its warmth. Slowly pulling away, the last drops lingered on her tongue. He pulled her up, and did something a man had never done with her before. Roger thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, and took as much of his own juice as he could from her. "Mmmmm." he said softly. "That's something that should be shared, don't you think?" Her surprise registered in her eyes, but she answered. "Um..Of course..Yeah, I...I guess so." "I think every thing should be shared, as equally as possible, especially pleasure." He smiled, and turned the water off as he stepped from the shower. He took a large towel, and began to dry Tiffany's lean, athlete's body. She was spectacular in his eyes. Each time he studied her, more of her features came to light, the gentle swell of her lower belly enhanced the taper of her long legs where they met at the soft puffy mound of he sex. Her waist was firm from exercise, her navel a gentle indentation in the smooth , hard body. The way her breasts stood above, denied the fact she had borne a child. The nipples were small and stiff, the areola dark and about the size of a silver dollar. Her neck was long, the outline of her throat was a gentle transition from shoulders to face. He dried her long hair with the towel, the picked up a brush. "Sit on the bed, Tiff. Face to the window." He said simply. Tiffany did what he asked, and Roger spent the better part of the next hour brushing out the fine, soft hair. It felt so good in his fingers, and he finished by braiding it loosely down her back. "Where did you learn that?" she asked incredulously. "My daughter had long blonde hair when she was little." he explained. The sun had lightened some of her waist length tresses, as a result, the french braid had interwoven light and dark streaks. "It's beautiful, Rog. Thank you." she kissed him, and wrapped her arms around his still nude body. "What have we got to drink?" she asked. "Wine, ale, coffee, tea. Take your pick." "Mmm..A glass of wine would be nice." she purred. Tiffany started to pick out something to wear, looked at Roger's nude form, and decided she was in the 'appropriate' mode of undress for the evening. She walked into the living room and sat in front of the fireplace on the soft rugs. Roger had selected a chilled white wine, and joined Tiff on the rug with two glasses. He sat back against the couch and Tiff leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder. Her eyes traveled down the muscular body, still in wonder of the semi-hard flesh between his thighs. 'How does he keep it like that?' she thought as her hand lightly stroked his leg. Roger took in the scent of her hair, and the softness of her skin. Her hard body figure stretched out next to his, their legs touching full length. He softly massaged her upper chest with the hand over her shoulder, as they sat quietly watching the fire. Her face turned to say something, and their lips met in a soft, passionate kiss. The wine had started to warm her insides, but not like the warmth she felt between her thighs. Lifting one leg, her thighs parted and his other hand slipped down her firm belly to caress her swollen mound. He found her to be wet, again. Her nectar was flowing in a gentle stream through her cleft. Roger put his fingers at her entrance and felt her legs separate, allowing him access to the treasure he sought. Tiff moaned softly, as two thick fingers penetrated her vaginal opening. She set down her wine, and intensified the hot kiss. Her hands pulled Roger's face tightly to her own, and her hips moved up to capture his probing fingers deep inside her. "Oh, Tiff!" he exclaimed. "You are so hot and wet, down there!" "Mmuuuhhhh!" she groaned when his fingers curled up to find her "spot". "Feels so good. Ohh yessss. So hot for you!" Her body shook in a small release as he manipulated his fingers gently. "Can you umm again .so soon?" she stammered. "If we go slow, I'm sure." He replied. "Yess, ohgod, yes." She murmured softly. "Let's do it again." Roger moved the wine bottle and glasses, then rolled Tiffany on to her stomach. He gently lifted her hips, and placed her lithe form in "doggie" position. He knelt behind her soft butt and placed his erection near her slit. Tiff rocked back at the same time she pushed his penis up into her vulva. Her body took in the shaft slowly, savoring the fullness that position allowed. When she had impaled herself completely on the eight-inch flesh of her lover, she began to rock on her knees. Roger remained still, to let Tiffany have control of the motion. He could feel the crown of his penis bumping the entrance of her womb with each of her thrusts. He, in turn, reached around her slim waist to find her clitoris with his finger. Each time she moved him in or out, her trigger button was grazed, sending shock waves through her aroused body. The aroma of sex filled the air around them. They were lost in the lover's dance for what seemed like hours. Gently stroking his throbbing shaft with her tight vagina, the fire in his belly began to rise. Her body had not forgotten the way, with a sense of it's own, it coaxed the release from Roger's loins. She felt the massive organ begin to swell, her own orgasm was fast approaching as well. "OOOhhhhmigoddd! I'mmm cummmmmming Roger!! Cummm with meeeee!!" she almost screamed the request. In answer, Roger growled like an animal as he felt the liquid fire flowing through his body. He pulled Tiffany close to his belly and pushed his expanded penis further into the writhing girl beneath him. Jet after jet of hot semen filled her belly as her own orgasm shook through her body. So intense was the release, they collapsed on the floor in a panting heap. Gasping for breath, Tiffany rolled over on her back with Roger beside her. The fire was dwindling in the stone chamber, the candles in the room were growing short as they kissed softly. "That was wonderful, Roger." She purred. "Thank you." "You were very good, yourself. Thank you." He returned. He got up slowly, and began to move about the room, extinguishing the candles as he went. After the last was out, he stood in the doorway and held out his hand. "I think it's time we found the bedroom, don't you?" he asked. Tiffany's Getaway Ch. 3 Roger led Tiffany up the stairs to the loft style 'bedroom' of the log cabin. A large bed took up most of the floor space, a small nightstand and lamp were the only other furniture. A log railing across one side opened up to the view of the kitchen below. Roger folded down the bed covers, and lay down, pulling Tiffany gently towards his nude body. She lay close to him, marveling at his warmth and stamina. They had coupled three times so far that evening, and he showed no sign of wearing down. She had hoped for a weekend of sexual pleasure, and was getting all she asked and more. Roger proved to be a gentle lover, true to his descriptions in the letters. What he hadn't told her, was that he was still as capable as a man half his age. She held his penis in her soft hand as they lay in the dim light. She watched his chest rise and fall, and felt the steady beat of his heart as the soft member stiffened under her touch. She moved down to kiss on it, gently licking around the purple crown and under the foreskin. It soon filled her mouth and part of one hand. Without asking, this time, she straddled his body and put her hungry kitty on the hard, pulsing flesh. She sank down on the massive erection, her belly bulging with fullness as her mound settled on to his belly. Roger placed his hands on her breasts and pulled softly on the swollen nipples. "You are a tiger in bed, aren't you?" she asked. She flexed her muscles and gave his penis a squeeze as she began to move her hips in a slow circular motion. Her clitoris ground against his body, and her nectar flowed freely. "You seem to be enjoying yourself, too." He noted. He pushed up towards her, driving even deeper into the hot, tight channel of her vagina. "So full .Oh it feels soo good to have a man inside me." He pulled Tiffany down on his chest and said, "It feels real good to be inside you, too." As he inserted his tongue between her parted lips, her body quivered. "So many cums, I can't remember getting off this many times so quickly." She mused. He hips began to move faster, the hot flesh between her legs touching her in places she'd forgotten she had. He was so deep in her. She was in another world with the feelings in her body. She wanted more, she didn't want it to stop. Roger rolled them over, and Tiffany spread her knees wide to allow him more room. He thrust steadily, pounding her pelvis with each heavy push. Her hands grabbed at his back and butt, holding him tight, pulling him back in side her. Waves of passion flowed through her. Another orgasm building up in her belly, the muscles of her body tensed and she felt the now familiar swelling of his erection. She braced for the impending release. She felt the pulsing just before she felt the hot cum wash deep into her body, once more. "Oh, yesss. Fill me up! Omigod, yesssss.Ohhh Roger!" her cries filled the room and her whole body shook in a lust filled release of her own. Exhausted, sleep found them quickly, curled up close like spoons in a drawer. The only sounds were their slow, steady breathing, and the pounding of their hearts. Tiffany woke to the sun filtering in through the windows downstairs. The bed was empty next to her. Panic filled her momentarily, until she regained her thoughts. 'Was it a dream? Where is he? Did it really happen?' The soreness between her legs, and the matted hair around her mound told her it wasn't a dream. There had been some heavy duty sex going on the night before, and she felt it, now. She also felt the need for more, having been without for so long. She heard a noise, downstairs, and cautiously peered over the railing, to see Roger getting some coffee from the countertop. Wearing only jeans and boots, she admired his toned body and the smoothness with which he moved about. She must have made some sound, because he turned and looked up. "Coffee's ready, sleepyhead!" he chuckled. "Take anything in it?" "Um, no. Black is good." She replied. "Where'd you go?" "Played with the scooter a bit. Thought we'd take a ride around the park or somewhere." He answered as he approached the stairs. "Okay with you?" "Yeah, sure." She replied hesitantly. He sat on the bed with her, and gave her the hot beverage. She was trying to shield her nakedness with a sheet at the same time. Roger laughed softly. "What's so funny?" "You." He smiled. "We spent most of last night in several different positions sharing love, and now you're trying to hide your beautiful body behind that sheet." Tiffany thought about it for a second, and started to laugh, herself. "That is pretty silly, isn't it?" She lowered the sheet, and took some coffee, then bent over to kiss him. "I could learn to love you, Roger." He didn't make any reply, but got up to find a shirt and finish dressing. She watched as he went back downstairs, and then began to dress herself. A crop "t" and tight jeans that hung low on her hips got her a long wolf whistle as she moved into the kitchen. "Wow. That's hot!" he exclaimed. The top barely covered her breasts, and that left a long expanse of smooth flesh past her navel to just above her mound. Her cheerleader's body did nothing to give away her age, either. They walked out into the warm sun, and she saw what he had done. He had removed the sidecar! The black Harley stood by itself, waiting for its riders, like the patient steed it was. Roger noticed the look on her face. "I thought we'd have a little easier time of it without the sidehack." He swung his leg over the bike, and kicked it to life. The sound of the big bike split the silence of the forest, and settled down to a steady rumble. Tiffany slid up behind him, and wrapped her arms around Roger as he kicked the bike in gear. Smoothly rolling through the forest paths, Tiffany admired his skill as a rider. Banking smoothly through the curves, she pressed her body tight to his, thighs clamped against him, the vibrations of the machine stirring her insides. The warm feeling between her legs radiated to the rest of her, and she could feel the wetness building down below. The wind rushed past them, the warm sun baking their exposed flesh. Suddenly, he turned off the main park road, and rode up a smaller trail. He stopped at he top of a hill, and turned off the machine. The place they stopped was an overlook. The view below was spectacular, mountains in the distance, the large lake directly below them. He dismounted, and walked over to a large rock formation to sit down. She walked to him and stood between his legs. Roger pulled her close, and started to kiss her hot. Her belly was already on fire from the ride, and she melted into his body as she returned the hot tongue kiss. He lifted her shirt and kissed her breasts, sucking lightly on the nipples. In one move, he turned her around, loosened her pants, pulled them down to her knees, and buried his face in her muff. Her sweet nectar was already running down her thighs. Roger lapped it off, and found the source with his tongue. Tiffany held his head, and pushed her mound into his lips when he sucked hard on the swollen bud of her clitoris. The jerking of her hips told him she'd cum, but he didn't stop licking. She was close to another cum when he did stop, but only long enough to slide his jeans down. Leaning against the rock, he pulled her butt towards his penis, and impaled her from behind. "OH GOD!!" she shrieked. "OHHH YESSS! .. Fuck me, Roger!" That was the first time he'd heard her use that word. She had always used softer phrases to describe the act, but something today had made her a little bolder. He did as she asked. He stood up, and held her waist, thrusting hard and fast into the soft wet vagina. Her moans became a steady, soft wail as she neared her peak. "Fuck it.. oh yes..that's it.. fill me up OHHH YESSS CUM IN MEEE!!" she screamed into the forest as her body was wracked with a hard cum. She almost fell forward as Roger shot his load of hot cum into her quaking body. He managed to hold on to her and fall back against the rock, which drove him even deeper into her tiny body. "Ohmigod!" Tiffany panted. "What?How?.. OHH Roger! I've never cum that fast." "Easy, Tiff. Just relax, right where you are." He spoke softly as he wrapped his arms around hr waist. The stayed locked together a while as the looked out at the beauty in front of them. "I like doing it outside. Don't you?" He finally asked. "That was the first time, for me." She answered sheepishly. "I've always made love indoors, or in a car. Does that count?" "Well, cars are outside, but this is a little different." "I was so intense! So fast! I didn't know what hit me." "I'm pretty sure it's the fresh air." He chuckled. Tiffany pulled off of him and turned. She held his still hard penis at her vulva, and leaned forward, filling herself, again. "Oh, yes. I'm sure that's it." She giggled and wiggled her butt. Tiffany came four times to Roger's two, before they decided to ride into town for some food. She could feel their mixed fluids seeping out of her all the way down the mountain, her belly still hungry for more of this surprising man. They stopped a while at a drive in burger stand, and she made no effort to hide the dark, damp spot between her legs as they ate lunch. The wind, the heat of the bike, 'her man', and her flowing vagina had her ready for more when they got back to the cabin. Boldly, Tiffany stripped naked outside, and walked out on the deck. "Come here, lover." She spoke softly. "I think the fresh air has got to me, again." She had bent over the handrail, and offered her spread butt to him. He entered her gently, her soft moans were all that was heard. They shared love on the deck, then down by the lake, it was as if Tiffany couldn't find enough places outside to try another position or two. She kept Roger hard, although she had a lot more cums than he did. Darkness claimed the day, and they returned to the comfort of the soft rugs in front of the fire, after a long teasing shower. Curled up next to her lover, feeling his rough hands gently touching her all over, Tiffany wondered how he kept going. He never seemed to tire of sex, in any form. Even now, his hand settled between her puffy, swollen vulva lips, and softly parted them. His penis showed signs of stiffening, again. Roger kissed down her neck to her breasts and stomach. Tiffany stretched her lean body and felt his lips travel to her navel and lower belly. He nibbled her fur, and homed in on her kitty, softly licking her. She mewed like a kitten as the heat rose inside her. She felt her breasts flush and her nipples got stiff. Toying with them as he continued to kiss on her kitty, she pinched and pulled each one. Her concentration was broken when he put his mouth directly on her clitoris, sucking it through his partially closed teeth. The electricity raced through her body in a swift release, causing he hips to buck and tremble. She picked his head up, and brought it up to hers, kissing him deeply and tasting herself on his lips. She gently laid him back, and mirrored his tongue bath. Lavishing his genitals with wet licks and soft sucking, the firmness returned to his penis, and her mouth closed over the tip. Slowly, as he had with her vulva, she licked and sucked the massive flesh rod, taking as much into her throat as she could. Eight inches is a lot to try to swallow all at once, and some remained for her to cover with her gentle fingers. Her hand on his testicles felt them drawing up, and the other felt his penis swell. She wanted to taste him. Roger's fingers were locked together behind her head. His hips wanted to thrust, but he didn't want to choke Tiffany. He pushed his butt to the floor as he sent waves of his hot cum down her throat. She pulled back at the last, and kept some of the salty fluid on her tongue. He bent down to meet her in a hot kiss, to share his essence with her, as she had done. Not bothering to get up, the tired couple drifted off to sleep where they lay. Dreams and memories of the day filled their sleep thoughts. He woke sometime during the night, with his hand covering one of Tiffany's small breasts, and his penis lodged in the cleft of her butt. He moved, and she shifted without waking, causing him to slip inside her. "MMMM, feels nice." she murmured. He smiled and kissed her neck, then returned to sleep himself. To Be Continued... Tiffany's Getaway Ch. 4 Stiff, from sleeping on the floor, she opened her eyes slowly. The dim light of pre-dawn created soft shadows around the cabin. Tiffany felt the familiar pressure of a full morning bladder, but there was more. She put her hand between her legs and found that her lover, Roger was fully sheathed inside her vagina. His morning erection filled her, and she felt the pulse of his heart inside her body. The fullness of her belly tempted her to instigate some early morning sex, but she had to relieve herself, soon. After their outside adventures the day before, her shyness had dissipated. Pulling herself away from the warm, full feeling, she rushed to the deck and let loose the pressure of her bladder. She watched the dark yellow stream leave her vulva and arc towards the ground below. She was startled when a second stream appeared next to her. She looked over to see her lover's stiff penis shooting his pee high in the air. "Feels good to do it like this, doesn't it?" he asked calmly. "You shouldn't sneak up on a girl, like that!" she admonished. "I couldn't resist joining you, it looked so hot." He smiled and bent to kiss her. Her tongue shot into his mouth, and she pulled him down to her. "Put that monster back in this little cave before he gets 'cold'" she gasped. Tiffany lay back on the wooden deck and parted her thighs for him. A swift check with his finger found her to be wet and ready. He knelt between her legs, and she guided his erection to the warm, waiting orifice. Their bodies melted together in slow motion. She savored the feeling of her body being split by the hot, throbbing organ that filled her so well. The swollen crown moved through the moist membranes of her vagina, feeling every ripple of the heavily veined penis as it filled her. His belly met hers and the tip of him knocked on the door to her womb. She could feel the hard flesh touch the bulge deep inside her body. Roger began a slow withdrawal, causing Tiffany to moan at the loss, only to sigh deeply as he pushed back into her. 'Mmm.. that feels so fine!" she purred. Her hips moved up to capture even more of his length. The rhythm of lovers quickly accelerated into hard thrusting as the passion heated up the two bodies. Sweat formed on their flesh, and the wet slapping sounds as their bellies met echoed in their ears. Her breathing became rapid and short, her orgasm had begun swiftly, and she creied out for him to meet her there. "Cum with me!" she cried. "I'm almost there!.... Fill m..ohgod...meee...I'mmm cummmmminggg!!! Tiffany shreiked. Her body rose from the floor of the deck, her pelvis drove Rogers body into the air, and he slammed back into her spasming vagina. He released what seemed like gallons of the hot, thick cum from his body deep inside of hers. His body shook as he pumped his semen into the writhing girl under him. He kissed her gently as the waves of release subsided. She held him tightly, not wanting to let him go. Their bodies returned to normal, slow breathing and the pounding in their chests receded. Slowly they broke the junction between them, and went in the cabin to shower. The heavy stream of hot water felt good to them, as each washed the other. Soap slick fingers explored all the creases and openings of each other's body. Roger marveled at the tight muscles all over her. Not a chiseled hardness, but a smooth, soft sculptured one. The firmness of her breasts, the taper of her waist, the slight bulge of her stomach, and the flat of her belly over the small puffy mound of her sex. The way her trim thighs tapered to her knees, and the curve of her calves above her slim ankles and small feet. She was a beautiful sight to behold. Tiffany caressed the strong arms of her lover and massaged the firm muscles of his chest and stomach. His thin waist and strong legs gained equal attention as she knelt on the cool tiles to wash his legs and feet. Her head was in line with the heavy sac below the ever-present erection. It seemed like it never went down, although she had seen it soft quite a few times that weekend. He was so easily aroused, but then, she thought about how quickly she got wet down there, each time he touched her. She raised her face, and took the massive penis in her mouth. She licked it softly before she took it down her throat, as far as she could. Roger held her head still and began a slow pumping motion. Tiffany held steady on his hips, as he used her mouth like her vagina, gently thrusting deeper into her throat. Swallowing swiftly, she was able to finally take all eight inches of him. It felt so strange to have something that large moving in and out of her throat, and so wonderful at the same time. Her mouth was resting on the short fur above his penis. Along with the gentle thrusts, she felt him grow. She almost pulled away, fearing she would choke, but pushed her lips all the way down just as he started to fill her stomach with his liquid fire. It felt so hot, so thick, running straight down her throat. No swallowing needed as the force of his ejaculation pushed it deep inside. "Ohh.. WOW.. Tiff!" he groaned. "That was something else!" She pulled her face back and smiled up at him. "I've wanted to do that all weekend!" she exclaimed. Rinsing off, they made their way back to the loft. Roger lay out some towels and motioned Tiffany to lie down on them. Her wet body sparkled in the filtered morning light as Roger knelt by the bed. He moved her legs apart, and kissed his way up her thighs, to the treasure that lay between. Her nectar was flowing heavily enough to be a steady trickle from the swollen vulva, just inches from his lips. She could feel his hot breath as he neared her mound. She could feel the wetness seeping from her body. She trembled as his lips touched her lower lips. Her vulva opened, almost like a door, letting the rose-colored inner labia start to swell and part like the wings of a butterfly. He gazed at the wet flesh as he parted the inner wings with his fingers. The tiny bud at the top was fully engorged, pushed high above its sheath. The opening of her vagina pulsed visibly, begging to be filled. Tenderly, he touched her with his tongue. Soft sounds from her throat filled his ears, and the sweet aroma of her arousal filled his nose. Slowly licking around the opening and then the length of her slit, he savored the tangy nectar, and reveled at the slow rolling of her hips in response to his efforts. He even tongued the small opening where she peed, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He looked over her belly to see her hands grasping her breasts and pulling the nipples. "Oh, yes, Roger!" she moaned. "Kiss on me, good! Oh... that feels so wonderful!" He kept kissing on her and licking all around the sensitive button. When he finally surrounded it with his lips, he slowly inserted a finger into the opening of her sex, causing her to gasp. "Ohmigod!" He found the large almond shaped bulge just inside and gently massaged it as he sucked on the swollen clitoris. She started to grunt and buck her hips as he brought her closer to completion. Her hands grasped his head and pulled his face tight to her crotch when she exploded from deep within her belly. Tiffany let out a cry and her vagina began to convulse around his finger. A rush of fluid covered his hand, and he replaced his finger with his mouth to drink the sweet girl cum. Knowing he wouldn't cum again so quickly after the deck and shower didn't stop him from pulling up and driving his erection swiftly into the trembling flesh where his mouth had been. Tiffany screamed again, because his penetration brought a second wave of spasms through her whole body. She felt like she would never stop cumming! He lay his weight gently on her quivering body, holding her tight as the orgasm waned. He kissed her soft lips as she tried to speak. "Shhh. You don't need to talk." He said quietly as he kissed her again. They lay still for a while before he pulled out of her body, the got up and began to dress. "Need to get ready to go." He said solemnly. She watched with saddened eyes as his words sank in. The weekend was near its end, and they had to return to the real world, soon. Tiffany smoothed her hands over her body, thinking of all they had done at the cabin. Her fingers even slipped inside her inflamed kitty a few times. She brought her wet fingers to her mouth and tasted herself, thinking 'He's right, it is kind of sweet...'. Dressing herself, she went out to the shed and watched Roger re-attach the sidehack and begin to pack their things. After lunch, they shared slow, tender love one last time in the cabin. Roger kicked the bike to life, and Tiffany settled in behind, holding him tighter than ever before. Memories of the past days flashed through her mind. The closer they got to her parent's house, the more her thoughts turned to here and now. 'What will happen when we get there? What will I do? What will he do?' The miles flashed by, the heat and vibrations of the big bike coursed through her body. The aroma of 'her man' and his leather jacket, the feel of his strong body between her thighs. These were the feelings of her dreams, her fantasies come to life. Roger pulled up in the drive, where they had left her son with Grandma. The thoughts raced through her head. 'Will he stay here? Does he have to leave?' He shut the rumbling Harley off, and sat quietly while she dismounted. As she reached for her pack, he pulled her close and kissed her long and hot. Her heart raced as her tongue danced with his. 'If he has to go, will he come back to me?' Reluctantly breaking the hot kiss, she finally spoke, "Will you..um..Can you stay for a little while?" Will their lives continue together or apart?