2 comments/ 15980 views/ 2 favorites Harley By: Lulu64 She loved the feel of the bike between her legs, it's motor humming in that throaty grunt that only a Harley has. It was a classic soft tail, black and chrome. She had rebuilt it herself. At 5ft 10"she was statuesque enough to handle the hog well. She had on black leather pants, (the ones with the studs on the outside of the leg that can be undone very quickly if necessary), no panties, a red lace bra and her black leather jacket with the heavy zips on it. And, of course black knee high leather boots. She would have much preferred her thigh high stilettos, but they are hardly practical when riding...... Her long blonde hair spilled out of her helmet and across her shoulders and back. She was a woman who laughed easily, apologised for nothing and ALWAYS had fun. She had been on this ride for about 2 hours now, and liked nothing better than getting away from the city and all the day to day stuff. The country roads beckoned her like a siren, and she took off whenever she could spare the time. The area was thick with beautiful trees and ferns, small creek beds running adjacent to the mostly winding roads. It was a fabulous day, about 28C, warm and sunny but not too hot and the wind was just mild. Doesn't get better than that she thought to herself. She was listening to some of her favourite AC/DC tracks on her iPod as she rode, the music always made her feel alive. As she came around the bend she saw someone in the distance, sitting on the side of the road, his car bonnet in the air. Obviously, he had broken down and there was no cell phone coverage out here because of all the trees and hills, so the RAA won't be coming to his rescue. She changed back the gears and slowed down He stood up as she approached, giving her a goofy smile. He was about 6ft tall, early 30's with piercing blue/green eyes. She noticed a couple of bicep tats visible in his singlet and blue jeans. He had a great body, nicely tanned and toned, she could see he worked out. She liked tats and piercings. She pulled up next to him, took off her helmet and shook her blonde hair. He thought to himself that he was in heaven, and had never so much as imagined a hotter mirage .......... They chatted briefly about his car trouble and she offered him a lift to the next big town. He eagerly jumped on the back. Her instructions to him were to just hang on to her body tightly and move with her at all times. Fuck he could do that -- no problems at all!!!! They took off, he was surprised at the grunt this bike had. He had never been on a Hog before and was impressed. His arms snaked around her slim waist and held her. He leaned into her as she accelerated once again and could smell all those wonderful womanly scents. Her hair, her skin, her perfume -- nothing like the smell of a girl......... He chatted to her as they rode, small talk at first and then she started asking him about his fantasies and what he liked in a woman. He told her that she pretty much WAS his fantasy. A hot, tall, shapely blonde on a Harley -- fuck....... She told him what she wanted from a man, in great detail .... How she loved to give and receive head, exactly HOW she liked it, it was like reading a porn story. It wasn't long before he had a hard on -- pretty fucking hard to hide on a motor bike with your body pressed up against someone the way his was. She noticed immediately and smiled to herself. He felt her hand on his, as she moved it from her waist higher up and placed it inside the leather jacket, which she must have unzipped, at least partially. My God, she had no top on, just a lacy bra from the feel of it. His fingers flicked across her nipple. He was still in disbelief that this was actually happening to him. Thanking Holden for his crap car which always breaks down for once, instead of cursing them, lol. Her nipple immediately became erect and he felt her press her ass into him a little more. His fingers adeptly circled the hard nipple and began to flick it, mmmmm. He grabbed her whole breast with his hand, he loved the way it felt. If only he could put his lips there. Was she torturing him like this on purpose? The other hand she now pushed down south. The leather felt wonderful and soft under his hand. She guided him further, and he suddenly felt her moist pussy. How the fuck was that possible?? Then he recalled that she had studs all the way up on the outside of her pants, she must have undone a few of them to allow him access. Man this woman is HOT!!! She slowly and firmly pushed back against his erect cock, grinding into him sensually. His fingers slid down into the wet spot, he stroked gently and then plunged them inside her. She pushed into his hand to allow him in even deeper. She began moaning. God he hoped that she could multi-task -- ride the bike and get off on his finger fucking at the same time. If not this was as good a way to die as he could think of! He pulled his fingers out and brought them up to her lips so that she could taste herself. She licked and sucked off every drop of her juices. He returned them to her now swollen clit and began to stroke it lightly, pulling back the hood with his thumb. If only she would pull over so that he could part her legs further and bury his head in her pussy, licking, sucking & tongue fucking it until she came all over his face. He instinctively knew that she wasn't going to do that though. A guy can dream though..... lol. The bike began to slow down, and she turned up a road that almost looked like a driveway. It was narrow and secluded, perfect. She stopped the bike and turned off the motor. She pulled her helmet off and shook out her hair once again. Then unzipped her jacket completely and pulled the leather pants until the studs burst open and the pants were off. She looked so sexy, sitting there on the Harley wearing nothing but knee high leather boots, leather jacket and red lace bra. She put the kickstand on and put her hand back to feel his hardness. She began to unzip his pants and freed his throbbing cock, it was wet with pre cum now. She ran her thumb over the tip and then placed it in her mouth, licking it off and making sure he could see as she did this. He grabbed her hair and pulled it away from her neck so that he could kiss and lick it, inhaling her scent at the same time. He reached around and pulled the lace cups down until they were just resting under her now completely exposed breasts. He would love to have seen this view from the front and knew it would look spectacular. His fingers reached for her pussy again and slowly circled her clit, feeling how engorged it was, then he ran his fingers up and down her labia and into her wet hole. Only just though, he decided that he would tease her back. He knew the reason she didn't get off the bike was that she knew this would drive him insane. He couldn't kiss her, couldn't SEE her tits, or her pussy. BUT, he could feel and play with them both. He couldn't taste her the way he wanted to, but he could smell her. He would have loved to feel her lips around his cock and see her -- breasts exposed, kneeling on the ground sucking his cock, her tongue licking his shaft while her big blue eyes looked up into his ....... He removed his fingers once again and pinched her nipples firmly again while licking and nibbling on her neck and ear. She was breathing heavily now. He tasted her the only way he could, by licking his fingers. He then slid a hand up the back of her jacket and gently raked the small of her back before sliding his hand to her ass. She leaned forward and held onto the handlebars, lifting her ass and pussy from the bikes leather seat. The view was phenomenal, he spat on her ass for lubrication and then skilfully slid an index finger into it. Only the tip at first, to allow her to get used to it, then further as she moaned and pushed against him. It didn't take long before he was fucking her ass with his finger rhythmically. His other hand he now buried in her wet pussy and rubbed against her g-spot. She was now soaking and moaning loudly "Oh God, Oh fuck" , she needed him badly. He withdrew both of his hands. He wanted to see her, so he told her if she wanted to be fucked she better get on her back NOW. She turned 180 degrees on the bike and reclined over the petrol tank, removing the leather jacket and placing it beneath her head. She was completely naked except for the black leather boots and the red lace bra that sat underneath her beautiful tits, covering nothing...... He parted her legs wide, to see her wet pussy. Her clit was by now very large, and he would have liked to suck it - but knew he would not be allowed to get off the bike and couldn't do it from this position. He opened her pussy lips wider and placed 3 fingers inside her, moving them just an inch or two against the spongy tissue of her hot spot -- her back arched and he knew she was almost ready to cum. She reached down and found his hard cock and began to stroke it firmly, using her thumb to stimulate the head expertly. Intermittently she would run her fingers down to his balls and gently hold them and roll them between her palm and fingers. He flicked her nipples and leaned forward to finally place it in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it firmly and flicking it with his tongue, then opening his mouth and blowing on the wet nipple, which drove her wild. He knew it was time to fuck her now...... He grabbed her thighs just above the back of her knees and pushed them back to allow her legs to fall as wide as possible and then entered her, leaning into her to add some weight to his thrusts as he did so. His strokes were short to start, still teasing with the head of his cock. She was almost at the point of begging to be fucked, which he would love to hear, except HE needed to fuck her just as desperately. With that he withdrew until only the very tip of his cock was inside her, and then ...... RAMMED it in hard and fast. They were moaning in unison now and this was definitely the best fucking bike ride of his life!!!! Back and forth his hips moved, slamming into her. All the while looking at her displayed like that -- magic. He grabbed her hips and stopped thrusting, he began circling deep inside her. The ecstasy was intense. She raised a hand to her mouth, licked her fingers and began playing with her clit while his cock was buried in her. He watched her for a moment, enjoying this unashamed display of lust and horniness. Her back arched again and he could feel her muscles tense as her orgasm began. Her nipples hardened and her pussy squeezed his rigid cock. She shuddered visibly and a big smile spread across her lips. At that he commenced fucking her hard again immediately, long, strong, & deep -- just the way she liked it. He slowed down and then stopped completely and demanded that she turn back the other way so he could fuck her ass. She continued smiling and spun herself around again. She had now leaned well forward over the petrol tank with her ass pointed up as far as she could angle it. He slapped it a couple of times, which made her moan and get a little wet again. His fingers went into her wet pussy, and then he placed a finger in her ass again to get her ready. He rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy which was soaked with her cum, then rubbed it against her tight ass, gently pushing on it until it gave way to him. God, that felt so good, so tight...... His stroke increased and he grabbed her hair like a cowboy does a horses reins, and rode her. She looked magnificent, the sun shining on her tanned long legs, her back arched with ass in the air and curvaceous hips, & blonde hair spilling down the soft skin of her back. He could feel the inevitable orgasm as his balls tightened and his muscles contracted. His hot seed spurting into her warm, tight ass. He pulled out and came on the small of her back, so he could watch the last of it run down between her ass cheeks. He got off the bike for a moment to relieve himself in the bushes, and heard the Harley motor start up....... And take off -- without him. He smiled to himself, not really caring that he was stranded God only knows where, out of cell phone range. It was worth it!! With that, he started walking back to the road, smiling as he did. The End Harley Edited by Willyb220 Chilley Willey talked me into re posting some of my stuff, so here goes one of my better ones. If you don't like it, don't trouble yourself, or me with your comments. It was the best I could do some years ago, and I'm too old to do any better. * My name is Jack Foxx and I work for the state in the engineering department. I run the department with about 80 people in it. The building I work in has about 3 thousand state employees. I'm 52 and have 27 years with the state, working in the same department for the entire time. I took over from my old boss who retired early because he couldn't stand the damn meetings we were involved in. I have had the job now for five years. As soon as I got my 25 years in, I told my boss, the commissioner, that I would no longer attend any more meetings if a member of my staff were there. I told him I felt it was not needed as long as I had a staff member there and it was a duplication of the work effort. I had my years in and figured I could retire and go someplace else to work and still get a state pension if he did not agree with me. I was fed up with spending 15 to 20 hours a week in meetings. Well, after a few meetings with the commissioner discussing it, he gave in to me. But not before sticking me on a committee for sexual harassment, which was a big problem for the state. There were three of us on the committee and I was put in charge of it. There are about ten videotapes and five books that they wanted us to read. I directed the other two to read them and see the tapes in their own offices and we would discuss how we would handle problems that came up over a long lunch at the state's expense. I knew one thing; there would be no meeting on the subject. I figured I could let the other two handle it because they were both younger than me, and didn't know any better. My wife Jane is younger then me. We have two children, Jan who is 16, and Jim who is 14. Jane works for a large insurance company and she told me they kind of just ignore sexual harassment at her company. She said many of them just fool around and no one gets hurt or is serious about it. I told her once they get a large lawsuit that it would soon be their top priority after that. She laughed and said I may be right. Jane still plays softball on a mixed league that her company has and I take her to all the games and watch. I used to play on a few teams, but I'm getting older and I let the brand new guys take over for me. We both help our kids in all their sport actives so we are both in good shape. Well, I'm in good shape for a beer drinker so we will let it go at that. Jane only drinks at parties and a few on nights that we have sex once in awhile. I guess you could say I'm a laid back kind of guy. I get a kick out of watching people. I like to see guys trying to make it with the girls and watch the expressions on their faces. I like to observe all the people around me and I learn a lot about people. No, I don't get a hard on or anything; I just like to observe that's all. When I go to ball games with Jane I can pick out the guys who would like to get in the girls pants and the ones that are just friendly and like to talk. Jane is in her forty's and there are girls on her team from their teens all the way to fifty. Jane is the type of girl who attracts guys from thirty to fifty. I have spotted about ten guys who play or come to the games and watch that would like to get in her pants. But they also make passes at the other girls too. They are not fussy who they fuck, just as long as they can fuck some one. I never say anything to Jane because I don't want her to know I check everything out. I listen to her talk about work and I find out all kinds of things just by listening to her. She doesn't realize she is telling me so much or the significance of the things she is saying. One time she kept telling me about another boss who started hanging around her office. I kept my eye on him and Jane never gave him a tumble so he moved on to another girl. Finally his wife found out about the whole thing and he got a divorce out of it. He is still working there and still on the prowl. Her company held a Memorial Day picnic at a lake park near by and we all went as a family. The kids always have a good time at the picnics. I have to keep an eye on Jan at them because she is 16 and interested in boys right now. So I check out all the kids she hangs with pretty closely. We both watch the kids and don't let them get too far away from us. The kids and I were getting something to eat and I noticed I haven't seen Jane in about an hour or more. I miss Jane and hate for her to leave my side because I don't remember names and hate it when people talk to me and I should know them but don't know their name. Just then I spotted her coming in the gate from the parking lot with another friend of hers. Well, they were walking together so I figured they were friends. I guess she put something in the car or got something out. She came up with two beers and sat them down and went for her food. After everyone ate, they told us the games would start in one hour and they had a lot of good prizes this year. Jane and I won the three legged race last year and wanted to win it again this year, she then told me the new company rule was no husband and wife teams. Damn, we had been practicing in the side yard too. She also said a team had to split up if they won anything at all. There were five places in all events. Jan and Jim were waiting for the foot races for kids as they both were pretty fast at running. Later I saw Jane practice with some guy with a Harley shirt. They had their legs tied together like we did in the side yard. I then grabbed a girl who I thought would do good but I found out you can't tell by looking. Think this chick never took a gym class in her life. As it turned out, my wife and the Harley shirt won it by a mile. I picked out another girl that did good in that race and we came in second place in the wheel barrel race. She was a big girl and you have to take turns and we just won it in the final heat. We got home at ten and the kids went to bed right after we got home. Jane got us some beer and makes us sandwiches and we sat in the den talking and watching the news on TV. "Jack, you had a motorcycle before we got married, didn't you?" "Well, it was a dirt bike but I drove it on the road for transportation too, couldn't afford a car and needed a way to work and around college, why?" "Oh, one of the guys from work has a new Harley sports model with a big engine and he and his wife ride a lot. They also have a big touring Harley that they ride all the time around the area. They said it's a lot of fun. He rides the sport-steer to work all the time rain or shine." "Did he say where he wants to be buried at all?" "They said it's safe." "Ok, we will put that on his tombstone then." "Don't be like that. Just because you don't like it, doesn't mean there is something wrong with it. How would your sex life be, if I didn't try new things like you wanted me to do when we first married? Pretty god damn boring I would think," as she laughed like hell. "Well you got me there. But riding a motorcycle nowadays is nothing for a married guy with kids unless he has a death wish. Too many crazy people out there." "Well they don't have kids, but I'm sure they think it is safe and don't have a death wish. I bet it is just as safe as a lot of other things." "Ok lets drop it and talk about something else. Betty and I did well in the wheel barrel race. We got twenty-five a piece out of it." "Yes, Ted and I won the three-legged race. Terry and Ted are the ones with the bike. I went out with Alice to see his bike in the lot." "Well, as long as you look at it and don't decide to buy one or ride on one. I would hate to raise the kids by myself." She threw the bag of chips at me and said; "No I'm not buying one, let's go to bed." Four days later I was in the back yard cutting the lawn after supper on my tractor. My Tuesday golf league had been cancelled at the last minute so I figured I would cut the grass. When I parked it to go in and get a beer, no one was in the house. Then I hear the roar of a motorcycle outside and saw them all out there. They were looking at a big Harley touring bike out in the driveway. I saw my three and Ted out there. I wondered where his wife was. I grabbed my beer and was going to take him one, but hell, driving that he didn't need a beer. Jane introduced me to Ted Randle; he was the guy I saw at the picnic with the Harley shirt. He had another one on now under his leather jacket. We all talked as he showed all the features on his new bike and told what each thing was for. He offered to take the kids for a ride, but I said no way. The kids were all bent out of shape and were on my case. But I wouldn't budge, but I could see I was falling behind. I finally gave in but said they had to stay in our area and not go out on the main street. Our area was closed in with no traffic except for the people who lived in it. It only had one road back to the main highway and I told him not to go there. I could see that road from our house. Jan put on the spare helmet he had on the bike and away they went. She looked sharp up on that high back seat with her long hair blowing in the breezes. Jim took the ride next and both kids loved it and told me they were going to get one when they got a job. I told them over my dead body. I went back in the house to get another beer and as I looked out, Jane had the helmet on and was on fixing to get on the bike. I grabbed the pad and pencil lying on the counter top and went out. She was now on the bike seat and she told me, "We're going to Mike's for a ice cream and will be back shortly." She had a shit look on her face like she had done something wrong, and she sure had. She knew how I talked about bikes, and knew I didn't want or approve of her on it. I handed her the pad and pencil saying, "Write it out what you want done with your body before you leave." Jim popped up, "That's right mom, dad said it's not safe and not to go on any main roads and Mike's is on the main road." The phone rang and the kids raced inside for it. Jane got off the bike and said to me, "Asshole," as she took the helmet off. I knew Ted could hear her and I got a little pissed at her. She was not a happy camper but I had no desire to raise the kids by myself. She knew how I felt about the cycles, so she shouldn't have been on it in the first place. I just walked away and back to cutting the lawn. I could hear her mumbling something else but didn't know what she said. The kids came back out and talked to the two of them as I left. Next I saw them out on the back deck as I was cutting the grass; I was still pissed off for her thinking I would let her go for a ride. They were drinking ice tea as I continued to cut the grass. As I was cutting grass I was thinking why the hell did this asshole come over here for. Shit if golf weren't canceled he would be taking her out on the highway for a ride on the bike. Anything could have happened. I guess it's a good thing it worked out this way. Shit, she doesn't have any brains at all. I bet this stud is making a play for her. I better start checking and see what the hell is going on from now on. Hate it when guys sniff around the wife. I've got to keep the ears and eyes open I guess. The more I was thinking about Ted and his bike the madder I got. I bet it was all planned out. They were thinking or he was thinking I would still be at golf and she would be able to go for a ride with him. I knew she had been talking about him. Is this guy putting a run on her? When I ran out of grass to cut, I went near the back of the yard to work on the flowers. Flowers are her job but I just wanted to stay away from her till I could cool down. I would look at them on the deck and it seemed like they were having a good time, laughing and joking. I had my back to them for awhile when I heard the roar of the cycle taking off. I picked up my tools and put the tractor in the shed before going in. The jerk had been there for over two hours. We talked or should I say argued for the next two hours after I went in the house. Two weeks later I noticed she dropped Ted's name from our conversation of her work. I told her one day as we drove and a bike was along side of us. I figured I would throw some shit in the game and she how she would field it. "Honey why don't we have Ted and Terry over for a cookout this weekend and I can tell him I'm sorry about being so rough on him." It took her awhile to come up with an answer for me. "Well .... I guess ... yes I could see what he is or see what plans they have but I wouldn't count on it." "Well try to talk them into it. He seems to like his beer so we should get along pretty good. Put your charm on him to ask his wife to come to the cookout. OK." I could tell she was shook up. If Ted was making a run on her he didn't want his wife around and if she was trying to make a run on him she sure the hell didn't want his wife around or even have his wife know about her. I would just have to wait to see what plans she would come up with to say they couldn't make it. I asked a couple times about the cookout and I never got a good reply out of her so I just dropped it. I didn't really think anything was going on between then anyway. I had most of her time accounted for. Plus I had my golf game going good and wanted new clubs so I worked on that rather check on her further? That summer was a typical summer for us. Her parents had a camp and I had a small fishing boat with a small five-horse power motor that I fished out of. We would go out every Sunday for the summer. We didn't go out for the weekend as the kids kept us busy and Jane went to the mall or shopping a lot on Saturdays. She started going out with the girls on Saturday nights too, so I was left home watching my ballgames or playing on the computer. Well, she only went on four Saturday nights for the summer. Saturday was a very busy day as we hauled the kids around for their sporting events or practices. We always slept well on a Saturday night even though I didn't get any sex, as we were always tired. The end of summer was always good as we would go to her company's Labor Day picnic and enjoy ourselves. They had all the food and drinks, plus games and fireworks to enjoy. I liked it because I would start my golf league the first Tuesday after Labor Day. I only played golf a few times during the summer in tournaments. I was very busy on Saturdays to get any more in. I sure missed my golf. That Labor Day weekend she surprised us and made a date with her parents for us to come for both Sunday and Monday, which surprised us all as we always enjoy the her company picnic. I was kind of disappointed, but the kids took it the hardest. As it turned out, we had a good time at her parent's camp and I won an electric trolling motor in a fishing derby they had going on in the camp association. Jan found a boy there that she now liked and Jim found a friend so a good time was had by all. My first night of golf, I shot 3 over par, which is the best I ever shot. I had saved up during the summer and bought a new set of clubs and it was the first time I used them. I couldn't wait till next week to have another shot at breaking par. I would go to the driving range and do some more practice with the new clubs and I was sure I could do it. Jane did not know I got the clubs. We had a couple of arguments because I was spending too much money and couldn't account for all of it. What I was doing was saving for the clubs and for a new used motor for my boat for next year. A friend was going to sell me his Mercury ten horsepower outboard motor for 1200 bucks, which was a good deal. Plus the clubs, which cost more but the way I was hitting the ball it was well worth it. I figured I could slide it by her but the damn women today are too sharp and catch everything us guys do. She even accused me of keeping another women on the side. Damn women. The second week of the season my partner was late from work and we didn't get on the course till after the rest started their game. Usually we are the first three groups off. I did a little practicing while I waited for him. I was all sighted up to beat par. We finally started late and I was doing well. First 3 holes I pared and the 4th one I birdied and the 5th I make an eagle on it. I was well on my way to break par. On the 6th I got a tremendous shot off and that's when all hell broke lose. A golf cart comes flying out of no where right up to me. It was Pete, the golf pro. He said, "Jim, its Jane. She was in a accident and is in Saint Joseph's Hospital, you better hurry." I question him but he didn't know anything except my daughter called and told him what he already told me. I changed and headed for the hospital with all kinds of shit going through my head. When I got there the kids were there and so were her parents. Jan had called us all. Jan said, "She is alright, but banged up with a broken leg and a burnt leg a little." Just then the doctor came out to talk to us. "We will set her leg and she will be in traction for a while till the burn heals and then we can put a cast on it. I figure two weeks for that. She will have to stay in the hospital till the burn heals. We will feed the leg oxygen to help it heal faster so we can put it in a cast. She has a few cuts and bruises, but she should be all right. We are doing the leg now and she is under sedation, but you can see her in a hour or so." I said, "How the hell did this all happen?" "Well the police office is in that office and he should give you all the details on what happened." I left for the office as the others continued to talk to the doctor. The police officer was just finishing his report when I walked in on him. "Could you tell me what happen with Mrs. Foxx?" "Well I was on motorcycle patrol I observed their cycle driving at a improper speed, and weaving in and out of traffic." "Their cycle? I told her never to ride on one." " I proceeded to follow them when they tried to pass some one on the right. As he passed the car, the guy's front end touched the bike's back end and down they went. They skidded some distance and he rolled away while she stayed near the bike. When I got to her she was under the bike and the exhaust burnt her leg. I got the bike off her and she said she was all right so I checked him out." "He had a sore shoulder and back so I called it in. I took blood tests here at the hospital and both were over the limit on drinking. So now I got to figure out the charges I want to file. She was a son-of-a-bitch with me. Didn't give me one straight answer at all. Don't know what's going on, but I think it is something kinky between the two of them. She kept saying, don't let my husband know about this one-minute and then claim that the driver was her husband the next. Guess she didn't want you to know, but I got a job to do. She even fought and punched me when I said she was going to the hospital. That's why I took the blood sample on them both. You don't take a swing at a police officer. We found her id and purse in the saddle bags because she would not give her name at all." "His shoulder is out of joint and some slight back injuries too. His wife is here some place and she is hopping mad. Your wife has a broken leg and burns. She should be here at least 2 or 3 weeks from what the doctor told me. It took three of us to put her on the stretcher because she didn't want to go and have you find out. She kicked me right in the face and broke my sunglasses. I was about ready to pepper spray her," he laughed. I thanked him and left. He handed me a bag with her clothes in it that she had on. Harley I was walking back to find the kids when a young lady came up to me saying, "Your whore wife has been fooling around with my husband!" "Who the fuck are you?" "I'm Terry, Ted's wife. They were fucking on Tuesdays and Saturdays. On Saturday he meets her in the afternoon or at a night spot at night." "How do you know all this, and why didn't you put a stop to it?" "Well, I don't know for sure, but I'm pretty positive they have been doing it together. He never came home from work on Tuesdays. Always saying he had to work and is gone on Saturdays a lot. He said he is with friends. Now his friends say he wasn't with them. Now with the accident, it proves it. I hope you all rot in hell," as she stormed away from me. When she left, Nancy a friend of Jane's who works in the office showed up asking, "How is Jane? I told her she was going to get hurt on that damn cycle." "You knew she rode on one?" "Well she told me some guy had a nice one at work and she always wanted to ride on a nice big one. She went to lunch a few times on his plus one Saturday she said she went for a ride. I thought you knew." "Well I didn't know she rode on any cycle, but I guess I'm learning now." Jane's parents came up to me after she left and told me it would be an hour until we could see Jane. They were setting her leg now. Her mom was still crying and her father had tears in his eyes. I think my kids were all cried out but kept putting a hankie to their eyes. I had cried on the way over as I was pretty shook up because I didn't know what happened or what shape she was in. I think I was fine now except for talking to Terry. Two hours later the doctor said we could see her now. I sent the family in as I talked to the doctor. He said she would be all right and nothing was different from our last talk. The kids and parents came back and said she wanted me. I told them to wait there as I made my way to her room. She was asleep as I looked in and she looked like hell so I left. I was now pissed at the things I learned. I waited five minutes and went back to the kids. I told them she was asleep and we should go, as she needed her rest. We ate out on the way home and the kids were so relived their mom was going to be all right. The kids couldn't figure why mom was on the cycle in the first place. "Dad, you don't like bikes do you?" "No, not at all." "Why do you think she was on it? Did she write us all a note like we had to do when we didn't wear our helmets," Jim said. Jan popped in, "No, of course not, or we would have a copy of it, right dad?" Back home I put the bag with her clothes in on the bed and went and got a beer as I tried to unwind. Her mom and dad called and we chatted for awhile before they hung up. They were just worried about her and how I would make out with the kids still she got better and if I needed them I was not to be afraid to call. I stopped by Jane's work to sign some papers and tell them what was going on. From talking to a few people, I found out they took short rides during their lunch hour, and later from her paycheck that were some missing hours where she took a long lunch. I guess it was a long lunch, I wasn't sure about anything and didn't have any proof except for the accident. She always got home from work at her regular time. I couldn't take Terry's word as she was just jealous and couldn't verify where her husband was for sure. I took the kids to see her the next day and I waited in the waiting room. The kids came out saying that mom wanted to see me. I finally told them I was mad because she was on the bike and I didn't want to see her. The kids said she didn't care how mad I was, she is hurting and wanted to see me because she needed me. The kids carried messages back and forth, but I wouldn't budge and then her parents came. I still didn't go in to see her. Her parents tried to talk me into it but I told them to drop it before I got mad at them. They finally saw I was serious so they dropped it. I took the kids everyday and we ate at the hospital and stayed till 8 when they closed visiting hours. Jane called home but I wouldn't pick up or talk when the kids answered it. As I was leaving the hospital one night, I ran into Terry and she asked if I could wait. She wanted a drink and to talk to me so she could apologize. When she came down, we went to a bar and had a long talk. She did apologize, saying how wrong she was about the two of them. Ted's missing hours were accounted for as she had a birthday coming up and he was throwing a surprise party for her and that's why he lied to her. We both laughed about it and had about five more drinks and more talking before I took her home. I had a bad feeling about the whole thing but I didn't have any evidence except that she has been riding on the bike going to lunch together. Then Nancy had said that she went for a ride on a Saturday. I figured I would just have to get more evidence on her or forget and forgive the whole thing altogether. As I got home from leaving Terry, I was thinking about what she had told me and also what Jane's friends told me about her lunch time rides. Then I started to think of my Tuesday golf league and how I would come home late from it and everyone was in bed asleep. Next I remembered her going to the mall Saturdays for a long-time and not coming home with anything. Plus, she went out on Saturday nights in the summer with the girls. Was she with the girls? Jane was coming home tomorrow and I would have to face her one way or the other. The kids said she would scream and say I was being an ass about the whole thing with her on the bike. She said it was no big deal and that she was sorry it happened. She had called and I told the kids I would not pick her up and to get her parents to do it. Her father said he and her brother would get her. From what I heard, she could move around a little with the crutches. The next day I went to see a private detective and picked up three of his cards and asked the price to do some work and he told me the going rates. I then went back to the office to turn the computer on as I had some personal work I had to do. I got my calendar out and went back to June, July, and August for dates I needed along with two weeks in September. The next few days were hell. Jane was all over me for not coming to the hospital to see her. She would not let up for one minute about me not coming to see her. Even if her parents were there she would lay into me. Her parents were always on my side because I kept her in line, something they could never do. Jane did not see why I was so upset with one damn motor cycle ride even if it did end in an accident. She would repeat this over and over; I knew the lines by heart now. The accident was not his fault. It was the jerk behind them that ran into them. That's how the how the whole thing happened she would tell me. But why doesn't anyone sue him then? No one could answer that one. Ted got four tickets out of the whole episode. The main one DWI, for which they would yank his licenses once the court date came about. Jane got public intoxication and obstruction an officer in the line of duty and resisting arrest. She said she would fight the charges and they would be dropped. Yeah, sure. As people came to see her at the house, I heard her story over and over. I would sit in the kitchen and she would be in the den on the couch with her broken leg with the guest. It would be her first time on a motorcycle, and she wanted to go for a ride. So Ted took her and some crazy fool hit them from behind causing all the trouble. That was the gist of it. She went into more detail but I won't repeat it all here now. I was hearing the story in my sleep. I have not kissed her or hugged her or anything for the three days she's been home. I didn't say it's nice that you didn't get killed or anything. She had a long face that had the look 'I could kill you in a second'. She was more pissed at me than I was at her. That Thursday as we ate supper, I said something that pissed her off and she threw her plate at me saying, "We have to talk. I can't go on like this." I said, "The kids want to sleep Friday night at their friends house and I told them they could. So I figure the two of us can talk Friday night if that is all right." "That would be good. I want this all behind us and have us move forward or I'll end up throwing you ass out, Jack," she said it half-kidding and half serious. The rest of the night went a lot better for both of us. She figured it would be all over Friday night and she would apologize and I would apologize and that would end it all. From there we would move on and live happily ever after. At work that day I printed out my stuff and did it about ten times. Some of the printouts looked too official and some not office enough. I wasn't sure what I wanted. I want to bluff my way through it all, but I don't play poker to well. I hate to bluff. I'm a fact man, just give me the facts, just the facts. Well, as I went over everything that was printed out, it looked good to me. I figured it would work well, at least I hoped it would. I started to think about Jane. I had no facts that she cheated on me, none at all. Yes, Terry accused her, but later rescinded it all and she was not sure of her facts at all. I had a couple of her pay stubs that showed she left early or came in later or took a long lunch hour. I didn't know which or which days she took off. She had two to five hours missing some weeks but I sure didn't know where she was or what she did. She could have been in a motel with him but I had no way of knowing. She could be visiting a sick friend. I didn't know and had no proof. All I know for sure was she and Ted were drunk and got into an accident. She knows I didn't want her on a cycle. At her job some claimed they saw them go to lunch on a bike, but I didn't have any names or dates so that information was out like the rest of the shit I had. I picked up all my printouts and said, "Well baby, I'm counting on you," as I looked in the mirror. I said, "Bluff baby bluff," then I laughed at myself for the faces I was trying to make to look mad. I stopped on the way home at the drug store to pick up a three pack of tapes and put the labels I made up for them. From there I went to the fish store and got us fries and fish and a salad for supper. As I pulled up to the house, I saw her parent's car in the driveway. I wondered what the hell they doing here; didn't she tell them we were talking that night? I figured neither of us wanted them around while we talked it out. I said hi to them as I got the plates out for supper. Jane said she asked them to supper and I said, "Well, I have plenty to eat, so we will eat in the dinning room." I still couldn't figure what was going on. I set everything up in the dinning room and we all had a good meal. Her mom and I cleaned everything up and did the dishes. We then went into the den as Jane followed us on her crutches. As we got our drinks and stetted down, Jane started to clear her throat. "I asked mom and dad to our little meeting. They think you are the golden boy and can not do anything wrong. I want them to sit in on the meeting if it is all right with you. I want them to see you are not the perfect golden boy." "It's sure is ok with me Jane, if you have no objection." They popped up, "Oh, we didn't know you two wanted to talk. We will leave now. We're sorry, we didn't know or we wouldn't be here." "No dad and mom, I want you all to hear about this. He has been making a big deal of this one time motor cycle thing since last May when I told him the guy had a bike. He told me then that he didn't want me on it. Like I'm supposed to remember something from last May in a conversation we had." I said, "Well it seems you still remember when it was said." "The whole world revolves around him and no one else counts. He is Mr. Perfect, never made a mistake in his life. He thinks we are all on earth to entertain him." "Well you knew how I felt about the cycle." "It's my body and I'll do with it what I want and you won't stop me." "It's your body but the kids and I are the ones that have to bury you." "You spent all kinds of money on yourself this summer. You always ran out and I had to give you more. I didn't ask what it was for; I just gave it to you. For all I know you could have some girl on the side and I would be the one paying for your little whore. You know a little trust is a two-way street. I think I gave you close to two thousand dollars, if not more." The three of them just sat and looked at me like I was the guilty guy who just ran over their cat. I went in the dining room and got my jacket and put it on. I think they all thought I was going to leave the house as they looked at me. I sat back down in the chair looking at her. She said, "Well is that the truth or am I lying?" "Jane, are you sure you want your parents here?" "Yes I'm sure, go on Jack." "Well, let me explain about the money. I spent three thousand and one hundred and seventy five dollars since June 12. I was going to do the job my self, but I decided I would miss too much work and it would be cheaper to hire someone to do the job. Plus they are more efficient, and I found out they do a damn good job." Her father said, "Hell son I could have helped, I'm retired. I got all the time in the world." Jane said, as did her mom, "Why didn't you call dad to help you." I pulled out the receipts I printed up. "Let me finish, please without interruption." Jane said, "Well they were just trying to help you, that's all. What kind of job was it dad couldn't do with you in his spare time? You didn't have to pay out that kind of money when he has so much free time." "I know that I can count on them for most everything, but I don't think they could handle this job." "Well, what's so special about this job that my dad couldn't handle?" I held up the three receipts as I said, "The first receipt is June, 750 dollars, second receipt is July 1,250 dollars, the third receipt is August 1,175 dollars I paid out." I handed Jane the receipts. The heading statement read, Bell Investigation Agency and underneath was how many hours spent on the job of investigation of one Jane Foxx with a report sent out to Jack Foxx and one video tape. Each receipt had a business card stapled to it. "You had me followed?" She looked at me and her whole face turned white. I said, "Yes I had him on you since June 12. They did a good job for me. I was very satisfied with their work. It was money well spent and I could not have done it better and I'm very sure you father could not handle it." The papers dropped from her hand and fell to the floor as she put her head back on the rest and I'm not sure if she didn't pass out for a few minutes. She then looked around at her mother and father and then at me. "You had me followed for three months?" I bent down and picked the papers up that she dropped. "You are the one who wanted your parents here, I didn't." "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry, you will have to leave I'll call you later." "Jane, you look so pale I hate to leave you now. You look very sick. Can I get you something?" "Yes Mom, a big glass of ice water please." Both dad and mom went for the water as Jane put her head on the back of the couch trying to rest. I could hear dad say, "What's going on?" "I don't know but she looks so pale and sick I can't leave her like this," her mom said. She handed her the ice water and Jane said, "Mom you two will have to leave. We have to talk and I'll call you guys tomorrow, ok?" "Jack, will you be sure to take care of her?" her mom said. "Yes mom I'll take care of her. I'll let her rest till she is ready to talk. If not today, then later in the week. I don't want to push her. She needs her rest." "Thanks Jack, you will take good care of her I know. You are a good man, thank you." They kissed her and I walked them to the door and they kissed and hugged me, telling me to take good care of her as I watched them leave. When I went back she was crying and I picked up the glasses that we drank out of and took them in the kitchen, returning with tissues for her. I went back in the kitchen and she asked for some pain pills and I got them for her. She asked if I would make some coffee for her and I did. She looked like she got run over by a truck this time. She said, "I want to talk," and I asked, "Are you sure? We can do it later in the week." She said, "Yes, I'm sure. But first I want some coffee." She drank her coffee and said she was ready as she cried a little. I said, "You know about the receipts." I then pulled out for my inside jacket pocket about twenty papers, which was my August report to headquarters from work that I have to make up every two months for the state. "This is the reports I received from the agency. It is the three months report, about thirty pages with plenty of details. Nothing was left out of it. I guess you could say it is a XXX report," as I gave a little chuckle I pulled out my jacket pocket three videotapes. The videotapes had a label on them from Bell Investigation Company. 'Jill Foxx cam videos taken by Bell Investigation Agency'. I said, "A lot of it was on videotape, it just wasn't the written report. It's starts early in June when he first took pictures. It is unbelievable what the tiny cams can do. Close ups and long shots, all come out very clear. I could have gotten them on VCR tape or a CD, but that was hundred and fifty extra but I didn't want to pay for it. So I'm going to shut up and let you tell me any story you want to about you and Ted. But it better agree to my report from the investigator and the video tape, or I will be out of here so fast you won't see me leave." "Can I see the report and the video tapes before I start, please?" "Absolutely not. I want your version of the story. If I don't get your version, the first time you will see the tapes and the report is in the courtroom when my lawyer shows it to everyone." She was looking at me and I knew it had all sank in to her now that I knew everything. "What do you want from me?" "All the details, every move you two made, who, what, where, when, and why, the truth or I'm out of here in a heart beat?" "Everything?" "I want the whole truth and details, I got it all on tape or in the written reports. It not like I'm hearing all this shit for the first time. You won't be shocking me as I know it all, but I want to hear it from you. I have seen the videotapes three times now; you want me to play them for you? I told you don't try to lie. Because if the tapes or reports show a different story from what you tell me well I won't have to tell you what will happen. I'm not making any promises to you except that I will listen to your side of it." I didn't have any way to play the tape because it was 8 mm and I just had the VCR. I figured I could lie my way out of playing them by telling her this. I was just hoping she felt guilty enough that she wouldn't want to see what I had. "Jack, I love you so much I'm sorry for what I did. I don't know what the hell I was thinking or why the hell I was doing it. I'm so sorry, please say you will forgive me." "Let me hear your version of all this." "Jack, it started nearly two years ago at the New Years eve dance. I had too much to drink. At work I fool around with Ted, jokes and small ways of flirting. He was a good friend at the time, nothing more. But at the dance I let him get too close to me and I could feel his hard on rub against me while we were dancing. I even pushed back into him, making some type of comment. He even grabbed my tits and ass a few times. I don't know why, I was just so hot that night and you were turning me on big time. I just never stopped him. I know I should have stopped him." Harley "Go on." "From that day on he continued to go after me. I know I should have stopped it and set him straight. But it felt so good to be turned on. I figured I could shut him down and end it any time it got out of hand. He made me feel like I was in high school again. I guess it really started when he came to our house and gave the kids a ride. I had told him you golf on Tuesdays, but your game got canceled that night that he came over. I don't know if you remember I called you an asshole and when you left, I called you a wimp in front of him." "Go on." "Well as much as I hate to say the wimp thing stuck, and secretly when no one was around he called you a wimp and we would laugh and chuckle about it together. I don't want to leave anything out and then it will be in the report and I know I will catch it from you." "Yes, you better tell everything." "He told me to bring jeans to change into and we would go get a hotdog at Dukes for lunch on the bike. Well I was dumb and took jeans to work and we went. He also kissed me for the first time. Isn't the report and videotapes enough, do I have to go on?" "I want to hear it from you lips, them red hot lips that like to do things to guys." "Oh my god, you know everything don't you? Shit, I'm in trouble, aren't I. Is it on the video? Oh my god what a slut I am." "Just go on finish your story, just remember I got the videotape." I might not be a good poker player but the bluffing was coming easy. I guess it is like cheating, the more you do it the easier it comes. "We went for lunch from then on. I would feel him up on the bike when I had my arms around him and then when we stopped he would feel me up. I met him on a Tuesday when you were golfing. We drove out to the woods and that's where we had sex. We did it twice." "How did you do it?" "Well a blowjob started it and then it was missionary sex next. The sex with him wasn't that great. It was the chase and the cheating that was exciting. I'm sorry I did it because I'm really in love with you. I hope you can forgive me. " I wanted to ask if she swallowed him, but then she would know I didn't have any tape or report. "Can I ask you a question Jack?" I nodded my head yes. "Why didn't you stop us when you found out." "I keep asking myself the same thing over and over. I guess I wanted you so much I was willing to share you. I was afraid I would lose you. I also wanted to see how far you would go." "I'm again sorry I put you through all this. Next we met on Saturdays nights in July, as you know. I told you I was going with the girls, but I met him and we drove all over finding a place we could fuck. He would suck me and I would suck him then we would fuck in some out of the way place." "Keep going." "This also went on in August and September but we got braver and got a motel room. We did it on the nights I was supposed to be with the girls or when I went to the mall by myself. He even bought me a leather teddy and a bike jacket too. I was getting so guilt ridden I now had to drink to have sex with him. The high school shit wore off and now it wasn't fun anymore. I had to drink more and more and wasn't feeling like myself at all. I was so guilt ridden, I started drinking in the morning. They asked me about it at work." "There isn't much, finish it." "Jack could I have more coffee and a pail I might get sick again." I left and took the pail right back and it was just in time. I came back later with coffee as she was wiping her face with tissues. "Are you strong enough to go on, or do you want a break?" "No, I want to finish and forget about this. The last night we were coming from the motel when the crash happened. He was mad as hell because I wouldn't swallow his load. He also tried to nail my ass and I wouldn't let him. I would never do any of that for him. I think I truly was coming to my senses and asked him to leave so we could go back. He was pissed that he only shot on my tits and he didn't cum the second time after he tried to do my ass and I told him let's leave. I think that's why he drove crazy because he had a hard on and I wouldn't take care of it." "You're all most finished then." "I was one hurting girl after the crash but the only thing I worried about was you finding out. I had all kinds of pain, but the main thing was to get home before you got there. I told the officer I was all right and I could walk home. Maybe what helped both of us is that we were drunk. Then I gave the police all kinds of shit because I knew they would tell you." "They cut my clothes off and I didn't have panties on as I wiped the cum off my tits and threw them away in the motel. What a slut whore I am. Boy was I pissed in the hospital when you didn't come and see me. At first I was afraid that you knew, but then I knew you couldn't have unless someone followed me and I felt better. Shit, you had someone on me from day one," as she laughed and then cried. "Yes I did," as I laughed because there was no one following her. "Well, what are you going to do with me?" "I'm thought about it while you were in the hospital." "Are you going to leave me and divorce me or will you stay with me?" "What do you think I should do?" "I will do anything you want if you just stay with me and give me another chance." "Well, we will see if you will do anything or if you are just saying it to get on my good side." "No, honest I will do anything you say." "Ok Monday call your boss and tell him you are quitting." "Jack, are you crazy?" "No." "I'll have 18 years with them in October and will get five weeks vacation. Plus I'm getting paid on sick leave, full pay right now. If I do what you say I lose all that. We lose all that" "Did you forget you said anything," as I got up and walked to the kitchen. "No, I'll do it, I was just telling you what we would lose." I went and got another cup of coffee as I heard her say, "Ok, what else you want me to do?" "Call your parents and tell them what you did. I want them to know you fucked him and not just once, but had an affair and you were trying to put something over on me." "Damn that should be fun. I never talked about sex with them at all. Now I've got to tell them I was fucking around on you and the kids. Wow, this will go over great. I was scared when I got pregnant. I still didn't want them to know we were fucking even if we were married." "Then call any friends you have at work, that you want to remain friends with and continue to see, and tell them why you quit because you where fucking around on me." "Well, if they were friends I don't know if they still will be friends." "Next, get the small phone book and any of our friends in there that you still want to be friends with, tell them to." "Oh shit." "After all that is done, figure out how you are going to word it to the kids that you have broken the vowels that we took on our wedding day and you was fucking and sucking someone else." She sat back on the couch and turned another shade of white and I moved the pail closer to her as she started to cry some more. I picked up the coffee cup and figured I would give her some time to digest everything I said as I went in the kitchen. I waited an hour just about before I went back in. "Jack will you still stay with me and love me when I do all the things you want?" "I will love you no matter what you do. Will I respect you and trust you? No, not any more. I will make the best of the marriage, but that will be after you do everything." "I care what mom and dad think and also the kids. I don't know how I will tell them. I don't care what others think, just you and the kids and mom and dad is all that really matter to me," she said. She started crying some more and I left her there as I picked up and went to bed. Monday I stayed home and listened to her as she made all the calls I told her she had to make. She was strong when she made the calls, but would burst out crying when they were over. Then she would start the whole thing all over again on the next call. Her mother and father listened and then called her back three times and then finally came over. They chewed her up one side and down the other as he called her some nasty names. I left when they came over to take a walk so they could talk. She told me later what they had said. When I came home they talked to me outside and told me to leave her ass and take the kids. Then they told me to take her back and make life miserable for her. They finally left and were all upset. Thing were hard around the house for the whole week while she made her calls. Friday her boss came by with her paycheck and tried to talk her into staying. He said she had too much time in with them to just toss it away like she was. He left knowing that she was finished with the company and he told her he was going to let Ted go. The kids took it the hardest. Neither one of them would talk to her other than answer a question from her. The household was not fit to live in for three months the way things were going. She went around with a long face and red eyes. I tried to hold my face from laughing at her for all the misery she had caused. I would say it took a good year to get things back to normal. I had found where Ted was drinking and where he worked as I had some unfinished work with him. I knew if I did something too soon with him, that they would look at me the first thing. My friends told me to drop it as you never know when you jump someone, what will happen. You could break a rib and puncture a lung or heart and the guy could die on you. Then you are doing hard prison time, so it is best to just drop it. I decided to drop the whole thing and get on with my life. It was close to two years since it all happened and we were out shopping. We were on the main highway just coming out of the mall, when Jane cut of a carload of kids off. They got pissed and rammed the back of our car. They plowed into us a little down from the incident. I told her to stay in the car with the kids as I got out. There were four of them and the driver pushed by me throwing a punch at my head saying he wanted the whore driver. I plowed him in the mouth and then it was one big free for all with them all against me as they all jumped me as soon as they got out of their car. I was doing pretty well for myself as I sent three to the ground with pretty good punches. I must have thrown about 50 punches and connected on 30 or so. Then they all got me and were punching and kicking me but for some reason not too many got through. A couple cars stopped and a highway patrol stopped and broke it up. As it turned out the kid told them she cut him off so he rammed our car to get even. The dumb shit didn't know to keep his mouth shut. I told them that they jumped out swinging and I was defending my family. All of them were on probation for some charge or other so they took them in. When we got home I soaked my hands for a few hours while she fixed up my face. She then gave me one of her pain pills she had left over when she had her accident. I lay on the couch while everyone else went to bed. When I knew they were asleep I got up and took another pain pill. I then went down the street to a friend's house that always left his garage open and he would always offer me his bike all the time but I never borrowed it. By now it was eleven o'clock and I took his bike and helmet and headed for the bar that Ted hung out at. I got him at two AM in the parking lot as he was going to his car and kicked the shit out of him and then went back home dropping the bike off. At seven in the morning the police were at the door and wanted to talk to me. They saw the bandages on my right hand and the cuts on the left hand and my face was all banged and marked up, so they cuffed me without talking to me further. When they got me downtown, they read me my rights and started to question me on the beating of Ted. I said, "Good to hear he got the shit kicked out of him but I didn't do it. I can account for all my time last night. What hours you want." They told me and I said I was home all night taking care of all my bruises. They asked about my hands and I told them to contact the highway patrol and they will tell you what happened. I said ask my neighbors, my cars been in my driveway from ten on. They called the patrol guy and he told them what happened and they let me go but were in my neighborhood next morning talking to all the neighbors. They said both cars where there from ten on. They knew because they were sitting on their porch because of the heat. I didn't hear anything about it from the police any more. Jane and I are back as we were before it all happened, and even the kids forgave her along with me. The end Harley & I He leaned against his Harley, arms crossed and smiled almost shyly as she focused the camera lens. That glint, hint of self consciousness is the first time she ever witnessed any such display of emotional vulnerability and it rocked her. She felt, for a brief second as a child. She was humbled by his beauty in that instant, as he wrestled with the concept of posing for this photo. She watched his facial muscles change as he tried on smiles. His lips stretched into a contrived grin. So aware of the camera and so obviously unused to posing in front of one, she decided that for once, she would direct him. "Darling Sir, please, spread your sexy arms and rest your hands on the seat on either side of you and lean back." He raised an eyebrow, said nothing. And complied. She snapped the shutter, capturing his raised eyebrow and slight amused grin. She smiled wide from behind the camera. His approval relaxed her and she grew moist with pleasing him so far. She felt encouraged now to continue directing him. The pierce and shape of his blue eyes quite Paul Newman-ish. His smooth face was oval and untan. His six three frame easily filled her camera frame. She wished she had brought the wide lens. The Harley was long and so was he. She loved how when he leaned like this the chaps he was wearing drew the eye to contrasting jeans and the bulge within. He looked sly and curious as he positioned himself. "I'm a good distance away so let's try some wide shots. I'm not focusing on your cock or anything, but I must say that with this sunlight and those faded denims...Sir your chaps are simply shining a path up your leg to your cock". Again he cocked an eyebrow and grinned. "Does my slut like that?" "Sir, I live for your cock and it's form looks very nice in those jeans." She peaks from behind the lens as she speaks. Her eyes sparkle. His bulge bulges a little more. She snaps again. "Sir, maybe cross your arms and lean back on the bike and give me your best come hither look." She wants him to let loose. She wants him to indulge her this time, and open up. She doesn't want to step out of her place. She is walking a precipice. "I want to fuck you with my camera". He laughs outright and she snaps the shutter. Her shyness and limited verbal expression had not improved much and she was still much dependant on reflective emails about their encounters and his patience had been wearing thin lately. He had cured her of her troubles over saying 'cunt'. She loved being submissive with this man. She loved that he adored and encouraged her sexuality. That he called her nasty names for fun. She called him Sir when they were out together, by his name in public and Master in the bedroom. Her submission was entirely selfish. She often wondered if it was narcissism sexualized. Submission. Domination. She felt split in two. And when he impaled her from behind she often felt that were a distinct possibility. Split and filled at once "I want you to tell me what your gorgeous cock feels like in those jeans". She kneeled and focused, angling the lens so that his cock, hips, hands and bike seat were the photo. His long leather encased legs glided down the centre of the frame. His boots had a rounded toe with ankle buckles. "It feels there are possibilities here." He says. She feels a bolt of pleasure slicken her. She wants to suck him now, open his zipper and take his cock into her mouth. Caress and dig into his leather encased hips and thighs. She is heady. She peers out from behind the viewfinder, smiling vastly at her lover. "I hope you let me suck it later." "No dear, I think I'll skullfuck you later. Your deep throating still needs some work." He stiffens, she snaps. "Can't wait for later Sir." He enabled her to do things she would never do. She would never know what he was thinking and though it was part of her thrill to think what might give him pleasure, she expected that he would direct her to his. She looked forward to the instruction. She liked that he would tell her, design a situation creatively and ensure his own pleasure. That he was free enough to use her as a thing. That he was okay with taking her for his own pleasures and adored, not judged her for it. She loved how he relished her being a total slut for him. Seemingly, he liked how much she liked it and he liked to do it. At this moment when she filled her frame with the wheel rounds of his Harley, his massive and pianist hands resting; one the gas tank and the other, the seat. His splayed shoulders simply candy to her sight. She feels proud to belong to him. Surges overcome her. Proud. Humble. She breathes and let's go of thoughts of rushing over to him and consuming his glorious cock "Master please. Your pleasure..." she gasped. She refocuses. Rises from her kneeled position. Closes in. His leather vest rests open on his flat stomach. His arms still spayed at this distance articulate his forearms and large muscular hands. They are beautiful, his pianist hands. She thinks that if he'd continued as a tool and dye maker his hands would be different. At 50 his hands might have looked ...his hand s might have been compromised. She loves his hands. He's a big man and she knows why, that for some, he is simply too big. She adores his lankiness. His Swiss ass is the quality of likewise nationalist watch making. She pulls herself back. Her orgasm is so close. So selfish she feels, yet can not help herself. She must bring herself back, focus on him. Something funny. She needs to make him laugh. Relax him. "Okay, I want you to straddle the bike and pretend that you are on the road. Climb aboard and just indulge yourself.". "Alright" and he swings one leg over and settles into his place. She snaps. In his element he is a thing of beauty. Confidently he nestles into his seat. She wants to jump on the back, lean her pelvis into him and wrap her arms for dear life around his chest. She wants to record what it feels like when he lovingly and masterfully and sexily checks and adjusts her helmet. In this moment, she is a child-woman. Melting in his care, consciously letting go. The swell of pride that he has chosen her to sit back there, to hang on to him and that it were a pleasure to him. She could almost burst with pride. Such a lovely man was he that she found herself pondering his pleasure over her own. She readjusts her frame. "Okay these are just going to be shoulder up." She snaps random shots of his chest and strong shoulders. His face, still tight, not ready for his close up, though his eyes, chin and now a slight laugh were all remarkable to her. "My slut wants to suck it doesn't she?" He asks. "She does Sir. Quite desperately. You would too. I mean, it's like photographing cake. May I induldge?" "No. You may not. But you know it's such a warm day and I've really got to piss so I think I'll make my way to that tree and relieve myself." Which he proceeds to do and from the sidelines, she snaps a pic of his chap encased right cheek and the stream of his pee. She thinks it's the most unique photo she's ever taken. His pose is relaxed. W hhen he finishes he turns toward her and gives it a final shake before cupping it in his hand. He walks toward her. Begins to stroke it. Long strides. She watches it grow erect in his hand. Unsure if she should keep eye on the viewfinder or not, she stays behind it and tries to keep focus as he approaches. She can't get a focus. "Down". He smiles and touches the top of her head. She complies, her camera now hanging heavily around her neck. It's large zoom lens between his legs, hanging between her breasts. Her hands cup behind her back she looks straight ahead, and because of their proportions, she gazes straight at his cock. "Something?" he asks. "Your cock Master. I want to devour it. And, I want your bike to be apart of it." 'My little slut is a biker wannabe." He laughs. "Sir your slut wannabe sucking you off on your bike." He turns and walks toward her and back to his bike. Resumes ;his outstretched arms, but his dick is exposed and now suddenly limp. A challenge on his face. "Come then my slut, I'll fill your throat. But you must crawl to me." He states. She meets his eyes. A thunder of desire ushers into her cunt. Her eyes close. No hesitation, she easily, humbly, pleasurably strides toward his direction. She presently places her camera on the ground gently and advances on all fours meeting his gaze. With his hands in her hair he greets her, by entwining his fingers with her hair. He coils his fingers from the bottom of her hair to her roots. When he gets there he drops her hair and pulls her roots and sometimes he pulls her earlobes massages her tips. His hands grasp her hips. He releases. She is smirking. It is the most fullfillig thing, sharing an orgasm. With her ass now resting on her heels, she opens her lips onto the tip of his dick. She greedily slides down his soft shaft. It is soft and all of it is easily accommodated in her mouth. She can sneak out her tongue and tickle his balls. As she does so she feels his arousal. Knowing that once hard his girth and length challenge her, she slurps and twirls her tongue around his cock held so accommodatingly in her mouth. This is a moment she savours. She can't access his balls through the jeans and she has no hands. Her mouth works, explores, notes his breathe and hardening cock. It is now erect and she must pull her mouth back readdress her ministrations. From the tip she has licked she slides her tongue down. A singular path to the edge of his jeans. His balls are inaccessible. She cups them in unison with "may I?" He leans a little more against the bike "Yes you may. I love being massaged. You'll have to compensate, there's a layer of denim". She brings both hands forward, slides then up his inner legs and presses her cupped palms into his balls. Then with fingertips she slides across them. Her mouth glides down and up. Spins her tongue ontop and screwtops its way down. Like her tongue is a corkscrew. But it can't screw all the way down. His jeans don't allow for that. Presently she wishes that they were at home and naked. Curses. The whole outdoor, roadtrip, freeing thing was actually impeding them. "I'd like a picture of you. I 'd like a picture of you laying on my bike." He says, moving her away from him. He zips up and helps her up. They stand together, eye contacting. "Of course you can Master." She says, and turns to pick up the camera. Harley Boy and Vette Girl Clad in leather on a warm, sunny spring day, the biker is cruising down the highway on his Harley with no particular destination in mind - just enjoying a lazy Saturday doing whatever the hell he damn well pleases - when we spots the sexy image of a sports car up ahead. As he approaches, he can't help but admire the beautiful, sexy ass of the hot Corvette convertible in front of him. Always one to appreciate a fine automobile, he doesn't always appreciate the drivers. "This jackass is cruising along at 55mph - gotta be some old guy," he thinks to himself as he speeds up and moves to the passing lane, preparing to fly by and show off to the Vette's driver. As he pulls alongside the car, however, he glances over to see who's behind the wheel and is shocked to find that the driver is not only a chick - but a hot one! And not only is she hot, but she's fucking topless - and she is playing with herself with all she's got! "Holy fucking shit!!" He can't take his eyes off this unfathomable situation. If he wasn't wearing a helmet, he knows his jaw would be dragging along the road in disbelief. "Is this one of those fucking mirages that you see in the desert? What the fuck??" The girl in the Vette looks over at him and winks as she licks her red lips lasciviously, then floors it and zips ahead, waving her hand out the top of the car as if daring him to follow. He knows his Harley can't keep up with a Vette, but he decides to try anyway because that was way too much teasing and he needs more of her. She blows away, leaving dust behind. He isn't sure if she was flirting or just blowing him off as the image of her car disappears in the distance. Dejected, he resumes a normal speed but can't stop thinking about that little cockteasing bitch and how he'd like to get his hands on her. He spots a sign along the road indicating a rest stop up ahead, and he wonders if she'll be there waiting for him. "Probably not," he thinks, "but it can't hurt to check..." He pulls into the little rest stop along the deserted country highway and smiles from ear to ear when he catches a glimpse of the shiny blue Vette. It's the only car parked at the stop, but she's nowhere to be found. Getting up off the bike, it feels so good to stand, stretch, and adjust his pants to make a little room for his stiffening cock. Now where did she go..? As he walks down the strip leading past what looks like a vacant country store, he watches the shaded woodlot that appears to be occupied by a few old picnic tables. He wants to catch a glimpse of the mystery teaser without her knowing what he's looking for. It was such a beautiful Spring day, the sun shone brightly overhead and only a slight breeze blew through the air as the temperatures approached the mid-70s. The girl was clad only in a skirt and high-heeled sandals as she climbed atop the creaky old picnic table to bask in the sun's warmth, letting her bare breasts be warmed by the rays. Laying silently, alone in this peaceful swath of nature, she couldn't resist reaching between her legs, oblivious to the horny Harley stud who just came upon the scene and was stealing a peek from afar. As she touched herself, she closed her eyes and a serene smile passed her lips as she thought about the mystery guy on the bike that she saw a few miles back. "I wonder who he was? I wonder what kind of guy he is? I wonder if he's a good lover?" All these thoughts swirled through her head, getting her more aroused. Normally a good girl, she feels naughty right now and is getting even more worked up by the second. She desperately hopes nobody drives into the remote rest area for the next few minutes because she is so aroused by her own actions on the deserted stretch of highway that she needs a release before getting back on the road. And damn it feels good to lay naked in the sun! The biker can't believe his eyes! He thinks to himself, "this has to be a dream..." As she continues to touch herself, it feels so good that she doesn't want to rush. With the anticipation of her release, she knows it will be even more incredible if she lets her arousal continue to build. So with her skirt hiked around her waist, she uses one hand to caress her breast while the other hand explores her soft, silky folds. She can feel the slippery wetness of her arousal drip out onto the table, letting her fingers glide so easily around her lips and into the depths of her hot, wet pussy. Her head is back on the table and her eyes are closed in pleasure, lost in a fantasy about the Harley stud, when suddenly the biker accidentally steps on a twig, snapping it. Her eyes fly open and she sits bolt upright, suddenly feeling modest and instinctively covering her bare breasts with her arm. Her heart is racing and when she looks in the direction of the sound, she catches him watching her. A bright blush of embarrassment and surprise spreads across her cheeks as she suddenly feels a little shy, vulnerable, and scared, yet oddly aroused. She quickly gets up and starts running towards her car, fighting back tears of guilt and humiliation about being caught, stammering a confused and awkward, "Ummmm.. Excuse me.. Sorry!" He smiles warmly at her and gently calls out, "Wait, don't go.." There's something about his voice that's comforting and trustworthy, and now that she's seen him up-close, without his helmet, she notices that he's pretty cute and he looks like a nice guy. She no longer feels scared, but rather curious. Still holding her arm across her chest shyly, she stops running, makes eye contact, and utters a breathy, barely audible, "Hi". He responds, "Hey" while trying not to look at her as she tries to cover her breasts. "Why is she acting so shy when I just caught her finger jiggin' herself at a public rest stop?", he wonders in confusion. She's thankful that he isn't a creep and that he's fully clothed; if she had caught him jerking off she might have been scared, for as devilish as she's feeling right now, this is more daring than anything she's done before. The warmth of his smile is comforting, and she can't help but flash him a dazzling smile in return. Suddenly feeling more brave and bold, she introduces herself and extends her hand to shake his, nonchalantly uncovering her breasts. He tells her his name, but rather than grasping her hand to shake, he reaches around and pulls her tight to him, smashing her tits against his chest and whispering with hot breath on her neck, "That was so hot!" He can't help but wonder, "Why me? Was it the bike or did I catch her doing something in her car that she does all the time?" He wonders to himself whether she is just some hot looking floozy; he wants to know, but at the same time maybe he doesn't! "Oh god", she thinks, "he must think I'm a slut!" A bit embarrassed yet feeling oddly adventurous, she says, "I don't know what got into me today. I love going on long drives in my Vette, with the top off and the wind blowing through my hair. The sexiness of the car and the rumble of 400 ponies beneath me always turns me on. For some reason, today I wanted to feel the sun on my shoulders and bare chest, and before I knew it, my hand found its way down between my legs. I wasn't expecting anyone to catch me doing that on the highway, but when you did, it really turned me on and I had to pull over to finish myself off before continuing on my drive." Amused by her story and surprised by her sudden openness, he could only grin mischievously and reply, "I see.." She looked down at her feet and blushed, then said, "I'm sorry, you must think I'm weird or a tramp, but I'm really not. This has never happened to me before." He smiled and said in a low, sexy voice, "No need to apologize, don't be embarrassed." She smiled warmly from his reassurance. "But, can I join in your fun?", he asked. Without saying another word, she reached out to take his hand, leading him back to the picnic tables in the shaded woodlot, still wearing nothing more than a skirt and high-heeled sandals, making no attempt to cover her luscious, bare tits. He hesitates for a second as she leads him to the shaded woods. He thinks to himself, "Holy shit - this only happens in the movies, I must be dreaming!" Then he decides to quit thinking and enjoy the moment! When they arrive at the picnic table, he gently spins her around and puts his mouth on hers. Soft at first, the kiss gradually deepens into something more hungry and demanding. His tongue pushes into her mouth and she eagerly accepts it, rubbing her tongue along his and into his mouth. He reaches around to her ass and squeezes her cheeks, soft and supple with only the thin fabric of her skirt between his fingers and her butt. He pulls her against his groin so she can feel the bulge in his pants pressing against her stomach, and she moans at the sensation. He slides his fingers between her skin and the waistband of her skirt before sliding her skirt down over her very shapely hips, letting the skirt puddle around her feet. He puts his hands under her arms and lifts up enough to put her little ass on the table, then drops down to his knees and stares at what he is about to put his warm mouth on. She grins in delight at the surprise at how this encounter is going, and she can't believe she's actually doing something so wild! But god, she wants and needs this so badly! She lays back on the table, putting her tits on display for this mystery man, hard nipples straining up towards the sun, wondering where this will lead. On his knees before her spread legs, he can smell the sweet fragrance of her pussy, and he notices that she's so wet she's oozing out. His hard cock is starting to hurt from the tight jeans, and between the situation at hand and the sun, he is starting to feel hot. He quickly yanks his shirt off and tosses it to the ground, then unzips his pants and slides them down past his ass, taking his hard cock out of his boxers. Feeling more comfortable, he proceeds... He takes his time working towards her box. He gently kisses her inner thigh, first one side, then the other. She is arching her back in eagerness and pleasure, but he hasn't even touched the honey hole yet. The anticipation is killing her - she is so worked up that she can't wait to feel him on or in her. Without really knowing this guy, she isn't sure what he has in mind, but for some reason she feels safe and comfortable with him, somehow feeling that she can trust him and that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Feeling so aroused and relaxed, she is ready and excited to take on anything he dishes out! She can't believe this is really happening, and that her secret fantasy is about to become reality! He can't believe this is happening. He is about to llick a beautiful mystery woman's luscious pussy! This act is usually saved for a woman that he has special feelings for, yet he feels a connection to this stranger for some reason. Will he ever see her again after this is over? He can't help thinking that this is wrong, but it feels so right and...... ohhhhh she tastes so sweet that now he plans on spending as much time as he can buried in this woman's pussy until she begs for more. She is so excited she can barely breathe! She also feels a strange connection to him, making the erotic experience that much more exciting. His tongue feels so good sliding around her slit; by the way he's making her feel, she quickly realizes that he is the most experienced lover that has ever graced her pussy. "God, I could lie here forever!", she thinks to herself. He's such a master at this that she knows it won't take long to cum, but she wants to savor this wicked pleasure as long as possible! He wonders if he will know when she cums, or will she be like his old girlfriend that showed more emotion while eating a hotdog? He thinks he will know when she reaches her climax just because her body language thus far is like an open book. He loves the fact that he already knows he's doing a good job by the sounds and motions of her body. She's an expressive sort of girl for sure, and she wears her emotions on her sleeve. There will be no denying the body language and vocalizations that will come out of Vette-girl when she explodes! This guy is so damn talented, she can't believe her luck in meeting this hot and decent guy with whom she feels such a connection. "This has got to be the best day of my life!", she thinks, and she starts wondering how he likes to be pleased when it's her turn to return the favor. In the meantime, though, all she can really concentrate on is the building tension in her body as her climax approaches. She wonders if he's the type that will quickly push her over the edge, or tease her by prolonging the pleasure until she can no longer hold back! He senses she is close to climax, so he backs off a little because he doesn't want her out of his life quite yet. Again his friggin' brain gets in the way and he wonders - is it possible she may squirt all over him or just buck and squirm with orgasm? Never having experienced a squirter, he's slightly cautious. "Who cares," he thinks, "drown me with juices - my mouth will be on her hotbox until she resists!" Just as she was riding the wave of pleasure and about to reach her peak, he backed off. "Damn!", she thought, "This guy's a pussy-tease - but there's no denying that he is good. This is a guy who really knows how to pleasure a woman!" With each peak that starts to build, he backs away before starting to build the next peak, with each successive peak just getting higher and higher. She knows she will have an unbelievable orgasm at the end of this! She takes a moment to peek down her body, between her legs, and can't resist reaching down to tussle her fingers through his short, silky blond hair. She worries a bit that she may squirt when she finally reaches her peak, and she wonders if she should hold back in case it freaks this guy out, or whether to just go with the flow. Convincing herself that just letting it all out will be the most satisfying for her, and if he doesn't like it, what's there to lose since she may never see him again anyway! She settles back into the wonderful sensations and relaxes a bit, breathing deeply to get as much oxygen into her brain as possible, since that always helps increase the pleasure and size of the orgasm. It feels sooooo good, this guy is like the King of Oral! He feels like a "king" right now because he seems to be in control of everything! He loves this stranger's taste but at the same time he hopes she begs to be fucked. His cock is just average but he could probably break concrete with it right now. He knows he has nothing to lose so he puts a little pressure on her asshole with his middle finger while he tongue fucks her. He knows he is gifted with a long tongue because it has become a topic of conversation amongst his guy friends. Although when it's mentioned around women he becomes shy, as if in denial that his tongue is longer than the dicks of some of his not-so-gifted friends. She is still amazed by his skills, especially his incredible tongue! But as good as all the clit and slit-licking feels, she wants to be filled by this man. "Is that too weird with a stranger?" she wonders. "It doesn't really matter how weird it is, right now it's all she can think about!" The sensation of his finger pressing on her cheerio and his tongue all over her pussy, coupled with the thoughts of possibly being fucked by this man, is more than she can handle and she can no longer hold back. She screams out and bucks wildly, but he keeps the perfect pressure and movement going as wave after wave of pleasure pulses through her in the most incredible orgasm she has ever experienced. Even when she's peaked, he still refuses to let up, leading her immediately to that second orgasm. She starts cumming on him, squirting all over his face, chest and legs. "OH MY GOD!", she screams out. He pulls away slightly as he kisses her thighs gently, smiling proudly at the intense reaction he just elicited from this babe. "Holy shit, what the fuck was that?!" he thought to himself. He is shocked as to what just happened - he's never experienced squirting before but didn't mind it. More than didn't mind it - he loved it! To be able to make someone's body do that is just in-fucking-credible! She is still so worked up that she continues to squirm with her eyes clenched shut as she comes down off her orgasmic high. He's not sure if she wants more, but he decides to take a chance. Standing up and looking at her soggy pink pussy, he lines himself up then quickly enters her tight pussy with his hot shaft. With her eyes shut, she didn't see this coming and she screams out a startled "OHHH!". But she isn't upset, in fact she's excited by the fullness of having this guy inside; they seem to be a perfect fit, like two pieces of a puzzle destined to be locked together. She notices that he is exactly the perfect size - big enough to please her and drive her wild, but not so big that it could hurt. He leans forward, with their faces mere inches apart. She quickly gets into the groove of matching his rhythm, and she reaches her arms around him to lightly run her nails down his back while looking into his eyes and seeing the look of pleasure on his face. He begins french-kissing her without their lips touching. He looks deep into her partially closed eyes as he slowly pumps his rod into her. He can finally reach her breasts and oh my god they are wonderful! Nothing like perk tits that are real - oh he needs to put his mouth on them. She's never "deep-throated" a tongue before but she discovers that it's incredibly erotic! She still can't believe this is happening. Normally a good girl whose only dirtiness is in her mind, this is completely out of character for her. It's so wrong, but it's soooo right.. Oh god is it ever right! Her mind has trouble reconciling the conflicting feelings of wrong and right, but she's enjoying this so much that she wouldn't even consider stopping - in fact she's already dreading the moment when the end comes and they part ways, wondering if she'll ever see him again. As his warm mouth closes down on her tits, she thinks, "oh fuck, stop over-analyzing this already and just live in the moment." She closes her eyes again as her mouth falls open to let out a gasp and a moan, and she clamps her legs around his ass, drawing him even closer to her, deeper within her wetness. He whispers in her ear, "I could last longer, but I don't want to". He's so aroused that his loins are burning - he *needs* to cum soon. He buries himself inside her and she holds him there with her legs... his knees are weakening... "Oh fuck yeah baby, you're so good.. Fill me!!" He can't help but deliver a few last quick thrusts, bringing them simultaneously over the edge into orgasmic bliss. He blasts load after load of his hot cum deep within her as she rides the waves of her own orgasm, bucking and shuddering beneath him as her pussy milks every drop of spunk from his twitching cock. Spent, the movement stops and he lays forward on her, resting his cheek gently on her collarbone. Neither says a word as they both revel in the afterglow of amazing, spontaneous sex with this stranger-turned-new-friend. She reaches her hands down and places them lightly on his shoulders, absentmindedly touching them in an affectionate manner. His whole body is numb, his heart pounding from his chest and his breathing is short and fast. He needs this to continue - he never had a chance to get those rock-hard nipples into his mouth, nor did she have a chance to suck on his knob. He wonders if it would it be out of line for him to ask her to go to a motel in the next town they come to? He has no ties anywhere, he is a free man... She doesn't want this moment to end, it was the most incredible experience she had ever had and she has a feeling there's a lot more about this man that she'd like to learn, and that this adventure was just the tip of the iceberg in the pleasures they could explore together in the future. She doesn't know what he's thinking though, maybe he just liked the one-time fling aspect of it with no plans for further contact. Secretly, she hopes he reaches out and gives an indication of interest in continuing this relationship, for whatever it is. Harley Boy and Vette Girl She teased him in the beginning, now it's his turn. He gives her a peck on the forehead and lightly runs his hands down over her hips. He walks away towards his bike, looks back and says, "Follow me." As if mesmerized and in a trance, she follows, checking out his sexy ass, which she hadn't had a chance to notice earlier. He isn't sure how far it is until the next town, but it's gonna seem like forever with numb legs. He hopes to find a hotel with a bar or restaurant so he can buy this woman dinner. He figures it's the least he can do, after all. She climbs back into her Vette and the engine roars to life at the same time that he starts his Harley. She's curious and intrigued about who this man is and what he has in mind. Cranking up the stereo and putting the car into gear, she follows him back onto the highway. He figures she will just blow by him and he will never see her again but surprisingly she just follows behind him. He notices her hair flying all over and starts to relive the whole scene in his mind. He can't believe it... he's getting another hard on! Oh it's gonna be a good day later when we get a room! She can't help but think back to how this all started just a couple of hours ago, and she can't resist putting her hand back down between her legs to touch herself. She isn't surprised at the wet silkiness; after all, she realizes, his juices are also leaking out of her right now. Oh my god, she thinks back, that was simply unbelievable. This must all be a dream. She wonders where this irresistible guy is leading her, not even noticing the town sign up ahead. He has no idea where he is going. Does she care where they go? Is she high maintenance? Screw it ... he will stop at the first place that looks romantic. Or maybe a place with a hot tub. She doesn't care where he takes her, she's up for any kind of adventure. She's so mesmerized that all she can think about it spending more time alone with this guy to further explore the passions that await... Harley Girl The yellow Harley paced him well through the winding mountain roads. The sun was beginning to set over the ocean, turning the foam on the waves a bright orange. Lee-Ann could definitely ride well, despite the statement she made about being new to all "this". She cracked the throttle of the sleek yellow Sportster and it barked away from Ray's full dressed Harley. She led him down the twisted ribbon of Coast Highway at a good clip. Ray closed in on her, and held a position just behind for several miles. He watched her smooth handling of the bike, and wondered why she had re-joined him. Her friends had finally arrived at the rally, and he had thought she would stay with them. Something had changed her mind, he just wasn't sure what. Lee-Ann watched Ray's black Harley in her rear-view mirror as she piloted her throbbing bike down the road. He kept close, but not close enough for her to make eye contact. Her mind went back to last night, when she felt his hot, pulsing erection skewer her small body. The thought of that fullness made her wet all over, again. Backing off the handgrip, she slowed into a heavy turn, leaning hard to glide through the curve. `There!' she thought `I knew it was close by'. She signaled a stop and pulled up into a secluded rest area. Ray followed her across the open tarmac parking are, past the few cars and trucks sitting there. Lee-Ann left her bike running as she peeled the full-face helmet off and shook out her long hair. He waited for her to shut off her bike before he killed his. She gracefully dismounted and walked over to Ray. He took out the short non- filtered cigarettes he carried and lit one. He offered her a smoke, but she declined. His curiosity was getting the best of him. He was about to say something when she beat him to it. "Nice ride, to here, wasn't it?" she asked. "Yeah, it was. What happened to your friends?" he queried. "Well, they couldn't find their butts with both hands. They had all been drinking hard and not stopping!" She stamped her boot clad feet in emphasis. He remembered that she didn't drink, but evidently it was a touchy subject with her. "What are you going to do?" he asked. "Ride!" She answered, then hesitantly added, "With you?" "Cool!" Was his response. He got off his bike and they walked around to loosen up. Lee-Ann stayed close near his side, and kept rubbing against his arm as they walked. She had something on her mind, and he would find out, soon. She slowed their walk to a crawl, and turned to face him. Not sure of herself, she stayed close to this amazing man, who had affected her so intensely. Would he take her? Would he reject her? So many possibilities ran through her mind, until she finally stopped walking and faced him. She studied his strong face. The sparkling green eyes looked deep into hers. She lifted her hand to his shoulder and gently pulled his face closer to hers. Ray could feel the tension in her movements. The indecision in her expression was obvious. The reality came to him when she held his shoulder and pulled him towards her face. Her lips parted, and her eyes closed halfway as their faces neared. Their lips touched lightly, and he felt the tip of her tongue on his mouth. He opened his lips, and her hot tongue slipped inside his mouth. He returned the exploration with his own. Lee-Ann's arm flew around his neck and the kiss went hot and heavy. They kissed hot and hands roamed across leather covered bodies. The sounds and aromas of their passions drowned out all that was around them. She pulled back first, almost afraid to look into his eyes. She raised her eyes to see his wide grin. "I thought you were married." He stated softly. She blushed and coughed before she answered his next thought. "Yes, I am." She replied. "But right now, this is what I want. No! This is what I NEED!" She clutched his leather shell to hers, burying her face in his chest. Ray wrapped his strong arms around her small frame and held her tight. He could feel the need in her breathing, in the way she held on to his body. He wasn't sure where it was going, but he was going to find out. He picked up her chin and placed a long tender kiss on her mouth. Lee-Ann was so relieved at his response, she hadn't thought of what would happen next. All she knew was that this man in her arms, right here, right now felt very good! She returned his kiss, and felt the bulge at his thigh growing. Her small hand slipped between them and she touched him there. Through the leather, she imagined she could feel the heat, the pulsing need. He made a soft sound when she rubbed its growing length. Without speaking, she took his hand and placed it at the junction of her thighs and pressed it firmly against herself, the led him away from the bikes to the small grove of trees nearby. Lee-Ann took off her leather jacket, laid it on the ground, then reached for his zipper and opened his jacket. He removed the heavy garment and she placed it near hers, like a blanket on the forest floor. Her shirt followed her jacket, and her lovely C-cup breasts were naked to the afternoon light. The light pink nipples stood firm and full. She put his rough hands on them and held them in her own. Ray bent to kiss her, and she started to loosen his belt. The cooling night air struck his belly at the same time her warm hand found his growing erection. The feelings mingled into excitement as Lee-Ann began to stroke his flesh. Ray's hands worked at her waist and opened her yellow leather pants. Exploring fingers soon found her wet kitty slit, causing her to moan softly. "Lee, are you sure you want this?" He asked as his finger entered her vagina. "Ohmigod! Yes. Ray! Yess I want you, now!" She exclaimed. She broke away and unzipped the legs of her leather. Her pants and boots came off as one, crumpled in a heap. She stood naked in front of him and opened her arms in submission. "Please, Take me! I need you inside me!" she was almost begging. Ray took down his pants and pulled Lee-Ann to the makeshift pallet. He lay back and let her straddle his supine body. She paused to gobble his firmness for a few moments, coating it with saliva. She knelt with the crown pointing at her hungry little kitty. He watched as she rubbed his erection through her dripping, hot vulva. Slick now with her nectar, she held him at her opening. He could see her intake of breath just as she let her weight down, impaling herself swiftly. "OOFFFF!" She grunted as her butt slapped his belly, her swollen vulva gloving the massive penis tightly. "AHH, Ray! Feels sooo gooood! MMMMMMmmm" "You're so tight! It's so hot! Leee-Annnn!" He moaned. She rocked and rolled her little body, and started to ride him hard. She rubbed her clitoris on his belly, then moved her knees up. Her hands balanced her on his chest and she started to lift and lower herself on the shaft. She chanted babble, mostly. "SO full . so hot . oh fuck .yesssss." Ray managed to press his fingers on her clitoris as she posted on him, quickly brining her to release. The primal scream rang out and her whole body shuddered with her cum. Ray thickened and grew inside her and his own orgasm came right behind hers. "Cumm .. Cummmmminnnnggggg! OH. HERE!!!! AHHHH!! LEEEEE!! The heavy throbs pushed his seed deep into her quivering belly, mixing with her girl-cum, drenching them both. She fell on his heaving chest, sobbing with relief, gasping for air. "Ray! So good! So full!" she stumbled over the short sentences. "Can you? Again, I mean?" He rolled them over into the missionary position, and slowly began the familiar lover's dance. Gently at first he worked his still hard cock in and out of Lee-Ann's tiny body. Her hips met his in hard thrusts, slapping her belly on his. Grunts of passion, as he pushed deep into her body, came from her throat. "RAY! . YESSS .omigod ..Fuck .OHGOD FUCKK MEEE!!" He remained silent, and continued to pound her vagina with his throbbing eight inches. The velvet sheath of her cunt was hot, wet, and very tight. Her passionate responses drove Ray on and deeper as Lee-Ann curled her knees up and rolled her hips higher. Lee-Ann felt so full, as if Ray were splitting her small vulva with his massive cock. She'd heard of ten and twelve inch prongs, but Ray's was the largest that had ever penetrated her small pussy. She marveled at the hot, smooth feeling as he plunged into her. She could feel his crown hitting the knot of her cervix, so very far inside. It hadn't occurred to her that she would ever have another man in her, let alone a `stranger' out in the wide open air. She didn't think of Ray as a stranger, though. The way he treated her the day before, as a friend and fellow rider, was a revealing experience for her. He had been the `gentleman', and not forced himself on her. It was she who `took' him last night, in that moment of passion. As it was, today, it was her idea to follow him. It was her body that desired the lust filled fucking she was now receiving, and thoroughly enjoying. She thought briefly that she wanted it to last forever. The heavy flush that crept into her belly and was spreading through her body, brought her back to right here, right now. Her second full, hard cum was fast approaching, and she poured her efforts into it. Ray felt her thrusting harder to meet his long strokes, he saw the sweat forming on her chest and neck. Her face was flushing a light rose, and her breath came in starving gasps. Her inner muscles tightened around him, brining his own control to the limits. They pulsed, contracting as he thrust in, relaxing only slightly as he pulled back. He was ready to spew his seed, but determined to wait for her release. Lee-Ann couldn't hold on any more. Her grunts turned to whimpering cries and finally to a scream that came from the depths of her soul. Her body stiffened, momentarily, then convulsed uncontrollably as the orgasm took her into another dimension. Ray felt her go still, and her cunt clamped down harder than he thought possible. She squeezed his cock, and her body started shaking, her scream filled his ears. He locked his mouth over hers and thrust one final time into her small body. His butt clenched and his cock swelled thicker and harder. His pulsing dragon spit its liquid fire deep into the little woman's belly, forcing his hot, thick seed into her. He came with such force and volume, that the froth of her nectar and his semen escaped around the rigid shaft that plugged her tiny vulva. Their thighs and the leather beneath them were bathed in the thick juice, a small pool grew under Lee-Ann's butt. Falling on her, he too, gasping for breath, nuzzled her neck. She responded in kind, and her lips found his and they kissed hot, murmuring her pleasure and thanks. "So good, Ray! .. Yesss . Oh, so fucking good!" she exclaimed. Ray started to get off, and her legs wrapped around his butt. "No, don't leave me, yet! Stay where you are? Please?" she asked. Ray relaxed, and gently lay back on top of Lee-Ann. She pulled him closer with her legs and purred, "Oh, yeah! That's so good." She even squeezed him softly with her kitty, enjoying the fullness and feeling the damp liquid running out of her slit. Two cums in rapid succession left Ray unable to retain his firmness for very long, and a slight movement of her body dislodged him from the warm, wet nest. A look of disappointment filled Lee-Ann's eyes, but she understood, and kissed Ray softly. "Thank You." She said. "I needed that, from you!" "Why me?" He asked. "Why not one of your other friends, or your `old man'?" "There was something about you, and us last night, that told me you were different. You were not like them at all, and I liked the way you felt inside me." She explained. "Where do "we" go from here?" "If.if it's okay.I mean.Can we just ride, and see where we end up?" She answered tentatively. Ray looked down at the tender, small body next to him. Her long hair spread out around her head and shoulders, her breasts an inviting sight, the swell of her belly rising and falling as she breathed, and the swollen, rose colored flower between her legs that still oozed the frothy mixture of their cums. He thought about it for a few minutes. Lee-Ann had a concerned look on her face, trying to figure out his answer. He smiled, and bent his head to hers. He kissed her softly, and whispered, "Let's clean you up a little, first. Okay?" She gave a quizzical look, then understood as Ray kissed down to her freshly fucked and sensitive kitty and started to `clean' it with his tongue. She had another cum under his skillful tongue, then they both dressed. They mounted their bikes with a new and different feeling about each other. They warmed the machines, and started for the highway. When they got to the intersection, Ray looked at his riding partner, and waved his hand across in front of them. Lee-Ann studied his `question' briefly, then picked the direction. Her yellow Sportster barked as she made the right hand turn. Ray throttled up and fell in next to her on the start of a new journey for both of them. Harley Girl I was shining on a gas tank I had just waxed when I saw the bike go by. I didn't recognize the bike or it's rider but I did know by the sound it made right after it passed that it threw a rod. Ten minutes later it was pushed to my shop door. My heart almost stopped when he walked in. He was gorgeous, a real hunk. He walked up to me and smiled, "I see you guys work on Harleys. I think mine is very sick." I looked into those sky blue eyes and my heart just melted. I couldn't speak, I just nodded. "Can your mechanic fix it?" "Yes, sounded like you threw a rod. It will take a few days. I have a couple jobs ahead of you." He smiled and I was lost forever. I mentally kicked my ass, he was not for me, no one was. He said, "can I use your phone to call a cab?" "Where are you going down that street? Only one house down there. You are not going to see Maryann are you?" "I sure am, I am going to ask her to marry me." "Mister, I don't think you should go down there right now, is she expecting you?" "No, She is expecting me later, but I got off early. Do you have a phone I can use to get a cab?" "Why don't you take this bike here. When you get back you can call your cab." "Hey, that would be great. See you later." He wheeled the Harley out the door and climbed aboard. He pushed the starter and it roared to life. He warmed it up for a bit and took off down the dirt road. I kept shining the tank. I could picture his face in my mind. I would never be able to forget it. I heard the Harley coming back. He stopped in front of the door. He walked to the Coke machine and dropped some coins in. He looked at me and asked if I wanted one. I shook my head. He walked over to me, "You were wrong, I am glad I went down there. She was having sex with three guys. I am glad I found out now. Did you know?" "I guessed, I know her pretty well." "Are you here alone today?" "Every day." "You do all this beautiful restoration work yourself?" "Yep! I sure do. I get all the basket cases nobody else will tackle." "Would you do me a favor?" "What?" Take off that surgeons mask so I can se your face?" "No, it never comes off." "What? Never?" "Not when anyone is around. I don't have a face." "What do you mean?" "Please leave it alone, if you must know I went off that bike hanging up there at fifty miles an hour and landed on my face. I don't have a face any more." "God, that bike is a ball of steel and rubber, you lived through that?" "Sometimes I wish I hadn't." "Would you please let me look at your face?" "Hell no, now, why don't you call your cab and leave me alone." "Look, you rebuild bikes, I rebuild faces. I'm a doctor." He pulled out his wallet and handed me a card. Dr. Jonas L. Lambert, M.D. Plastic Surgery, Facial Reconstruction Shands Medical Center Gainesville, Florida "Please let me look at you. We do wonderful things now." I looked at him for a while, then said to myself, 'what the hell, get rid of him now, he will never be back.' "OK." I reached behind my head and loosened the mask and pulled it off. I had to give him credit he didn't flinch. He didn't run either like some do when they see my face. He looked at it very carefully. He gently turned my face so he could see all angles. He softly touched my face many places. He looked in to my eyes with those wonderful eyes of his and said, "Not bad, not too bad at all. Do you have a picture of how you looked before?" I turned and went to my big desk. I handed him two framed eight by tens. He carried them to a better light. He looked at me, "I don't understand, this is Maryann." "No that was me. The other picture is the two of us, we are twins. My name is Savanna." "Maryann is your sister?" "Yes she is, not that you would know it. She hasn't been in here in ten years, comes by here every day, never even looks this way." "How is the rest of your body?" "Not too bad, if having only half of one breast left is your bag of tea." "Would you show me?" "I usually don't show my boobs on the first date, but since you are a doctor, here, take a look." I unzipped my coverall and let him look. He reached out and felt my chest all over. I still had feeling in some places and I wished he would never stop feeling me. I felt myself getting wet between my legs. Damn he had good hands. He looked in my eyes again. Then down at my mouth. "Don't you have trouble drinking and eating?" "Yes I do. I have to wear a bib and drink from a squirt bottle. I am very messy, I never let anyone see me eat or drink. As a matter of fact I only let a few people see me at all. You have seen more of me than anyone has since I left the hospital. "Why didn't they fix this then?" "No money, no insurance." "They still should have fixed it. Let me see something." He pulled some sort of electronic gadget from his shirt pocket. He punched some buttons and watched it print out something on a small screen. "How about Monday, my office, eight o'clock in the morning." "For what?" "For x-rays, photos and consultations." "Hey, I still have no money and what insurance I have won't cover preexisting injuries." "Doesn't matter, you have me. I will not let you go through life like this, never happen, just please be there. I see you have pictures of your best restorations on these wrecked Harleys, I want you to see my work too." I heard the roar of a bunch of motorcycles coming down the road. I zipped up my coveralls and put my mask back on. Fifteen bikes pulled up and parked in front of the shop. Fifteen very large bikers walked in the shop and filled it up. The leader looked at me, then at Jonas. "I see you been cryin' babe, this guy bothering' you?" "Oh! No Mike, he is a doctor, he wants to try and fix my face." Mike looked at Jonas, "can you do that Doc?" "I can't guarantee she will look exactly like she did before the accident, but it should be damned close." "God Damn!" He looked at the rest of the riders. They all nodded. "Savanna don't know this but we been saving up to get her face fixed. We know it won't be cheap. We have almost forty eight thousand dollars saved up, will that help?" I said, "Forty eight thousand dollars. Oh! Mike," I put my arms around him and hugged him. "I wish I could kiss each and every one of you." I was crying and couldn't stop. Jonas held his hand up. "Guys that is really wonderful, for right now I can cover it. I'll let you know if I need more. You guys must really love this little girl." "Doc, any or all of us would die for her. She is the very best. We just want to be able to see her smile." I couldn't stop crying. "Damn it Gal, if you don't stop bawling we are goin' riding without ya." I sniffled some and Jonas gave me his hanky, I dried my eyes and said. "Let me change into my riding gear and lock up, then we can go, do you want to ride with us Jonas, you can ride one of my bikes or I will ride behind you.?" He locked those baby blues on me and grinned. "I would love to ride with you guys, I don't have anything else to do." My heart leapt at the thought of having my arms around him all afternoon. I ran and changed into a blue jump suit, but on my boots and grabbed my helmet. "I'll just ride with Jonas." I saw his helmet had an intercom, so we were going to be able to talk to each other and to talk to the other riders. I locked up and we roared off. Jonas surprised me by how well he handled the Harley. He was as smooth as silk. I leaned forward and rested against his big back. I heard his voice say, "Savanna, are you OK." "I am fine, I hope you don't mind me hugging your back, I never get to do this. You have a very comfortable back." "No problem, I like the way it feels too." We rode for several hours and then riders started peeling off and we were alone. "Savanna, I know you never eat with anyone around, but I am hungry, we are only about five minutes from my house. I can fix almost anything you would like or I can stop and get it if I don't have it. You can eat behind me, or I can put a screen between us if you want." "Jonas that sounds just fine, I am hungry too. I eat almost everything. What do you crave right now?" "I can't tell you that and you wouldn't believe me if I told you. So I'll have to settle for second best, I have some leftover flank steak. I would like to slice it real thin, cook some onions and green peppers. Put it on a steak roll and cover it with mozzarella cheese and grill it under the broiler. How does that sound?" "Wow! That has me drooling more than usual." I felt him laugh. "We'll be there soon Savanna." I love to hear him say my name. Oh well! A girl can dream can't she. We soon pulled up in front of his place. It was very large. He showed me around the house and I was awed by the size and beauty of the house. He grinned at me with that little boy grin of his that turned me to mush. "I had an interior designer furnish it for me. I never could have picked out all this stuff. Do you like it?" "Oh! I love it. It suits you to a tee." "Explore if you want, while I get dinner ready. I am a good cook." I went through the house, saw pictures of him with people I took to be his family. They did not appear to be wealthy. I saw pictures of him with many pretty girls, I was jealous. I shook it off and went to find him. I knew it was not to be. I would just have to cherish this time with him. "Ah! There you are, I was afraid you got lost. Dinner is almost ready, the sandwiches are under the broiler now. Just now starting to brown, it will only be a second more." He pulled the baking sheet from the oven and shut it off. The sandwiches looked really perfect. He had placed a piece of plywood between a bunch of books so that when we sat down I could just see his eyes. He placed a plate on each side and pulled out my chair for me as if I were a lady instead of just a motorcycle mechanic. I loved him for that gesture. The steak sandwich was utterly delicious. I loved to watch his eyes, he seemed to be always looking at me. We finished and he led me to his den. We sat side by side on a leather couch. We talked about every thing. I don't know when he put his arm around me, it felt so natural and comforting. I leaned against him feeling his warmth. I savored the feeling, wanting to be able to remember it when I was cold and alone at night in my own bed. He said something to me and I realized I had fallen asleep. He kissed my forehead and said, "Savanna, it is after two in the morning. I think you should stay here tonight." "Here?" "It sounds as if it is raining outside, I hear thunder in the distance. It is not a good time to be on the road, tomorrow is Sunday, spend the night with me." My heart beat rose to about four hundred beats a minute. I looked at him, "I hate thunder storms, they scare me to death. I can sleep here on the couch." "Nonsense, you can sleep in my spare room or you can sleep with me. I will promise not to do any thing but cuddle you if you like." " I have nothing to wear." "Have some T-shirts that should come to your knees." "Alright but I need a shower, I am dirty from working this, oops, I mean yesterday morning." He locked up and showed me to the master bedroom. He opened a drawer and said, "help your self." I picked a huge white t-shirt and he handed me a bath towel. I went into his bath and undressed. I undid my hair, unbraiding it and letting it hang free. It hung below my ass. I got in the shower and washed my hair using his shampoo. When I was through I dried my hair put on his shirt. Wrapped my hair in the towel and put my mask on. He was laying on the bed. He was wearing sleep pants and no shirt. His chest was highly muscled and his shoulders broad. What I could see of his tummy was like a washboard. I asked, "Do you have a hair brush I could borrow?" He jumped off the bed and opened the top drawer to his dresser and handed me a brush. I sat on the side of the bed and unwound the towel from my hair. I brushed it out as he watched. "Your hair is like spun gold, just beautiful. I didn't realize it was so long." "I don't remember, but when I am working I usually braid it and wrap it in a cloth tube and keep it under my jump suit. Long hair can be a hazard when you are working with machinery." That's when the first clap of thunder hit. I started shaking, He threw back the covers on his bed and pushed me down. He turned off the light and slipped into bed behind me. He pulled me close to him and comforted me. He told me he wouldn't let anything hurt me. He would protect me. I wiggled back against him. I felt the warmth from his body against my back. It was heavenly until another even louder blast of thunder seemed to rock the house. I was shivering with fear. His arms went around me and he held me tightly. I could feel him becoming aroused and couldn't believe it. He was aroused by ME? I wanted to touch him but was afraid I would burst the bubble. I could feel it pressing against my rear end. It felt huge. I tried to relax but the feel of it had my juices flowing, I had not been close to a man in ten years. I was trembling, not from fear but from desire. I bit what was left of my lips. I couldn't help it, I moaned a little bit. God how I wanted him. He kissed my ear and I almost went ballistic. "Are you OK?" he asked. I started to cry, I just couldn't help it. "What is wrong dear girl." I sat up and threw the covers off and tried to get up. He held me tight. "What is wrong girl. Talk to me." "I can't stand the way you feel against my back." "I am sorry, I couldn't help it. You just feel so good in my arms. I'm sorry. I won't touch you again." "No, I love the way you feel. No one has touched me since the wreck. I want to touch you." I heard him sob, "Oh! Sweetheart, I didn't think, I am so foolish. Please forgive me. Let me love you." "OH yes, yes, please love me, I can't stand not having you inside me." He moved me on to my back. He pushed up the shirt and kissed my belly button. It was like an electric shock jolted me. His hand moved to my mound and caressed me there. I was in heaven. This wonderful man was loving me. His kisses moved down and over my mound, then I felt him spread my legs and his hands were on my vulva, Gently parting and kissing. I felt his lips find my clit and pull on it. His tongue made swirls around it, I am jerking as a huge orgasm sweeps over me. I murmur that I need him inside me. I feel the pressure of the tip of his cock against the entrance to my vagina. I feel his big member slip in a little ways then pull out. Then it was back and pushing harder until it slipped all the way in. It filled me as I had never been filled before. He began stroking in and out. It was the best sensation of my whole life. I was having continuous orgasmic spasms now, I felt I could not control my legs as they wrapped around his middle. My heels were pressing him deeper. I felt joy washing over me in great waves. Everything grew dim, then black. I felt hot drops on my eyes. I opened them and heard him crying my name over and over. I saw him looking at my face, his tears dropping on me. I smiled at him and knew he couldn't see it. I reached up and touched his wonderful face. He wiped his eyes and said, "are you alright?" "Yes I am. I am better than alright. I am deliriously happy. Thank you so much for the most wonderful gift of my life. Thank you for pleasing an ugly thing like me, I will never forget your kindness in doing this for me." "Don't ever say that again, I won't stand for it. You are beautiful. I will not talk to you again if I hear you say that. You are a little marred right now, I am going to fix that. I don't love your face, I love the person behind your face. And I was not doing you a favor, I was filling my need to love and please you. I have wanted you all afternoon. You are the sweetest girl I ever met. I don't want to let you out of my sight. I love being near you." "Do you mean all that?" "Yes I do." "Can I stay here until tomorrow and I can follow you to your office." "Yes, please, that would be wonderful. You know I am breaking every rule in the book don't you. A doctor is never supposed to become involved with his patients. Those rules made sense to me until yesterday when I met you." "OH! Jonas, are you sure you just don't feel sorry for me?" "NO, I don't feel sorry for you. I am only sorry you had to suffer so long. You are not someone to be pitied, you are successful at what you do. All those riders love you. You are an amazing strong woman. I love talking to you, sharing things and feelings with you. You make me feel good when I am near you. No pity involved." We made love many times on Sunday, I was happiest after dark when I could take my mask off and love him with my tongue. And rub my poor face against him. I licked every inch of him. I was as happy as a lark. Monday I rode with him to his office. He had an elegant office. His secretary made me jealous, She was beautiful. I was photographed from every possible angle. Lines were drawn on my body and face and photos taken again. I was put in a machine that measured every spot on my face. Other doctors came in and looked at me, some at my face, some at my chest. I was getting tired when Jonas came in and grinned at me. "All done." he said. "Can I take you to lunch and then drive you home?" "To lunch where?" "Why at my house of course. We can pick something up on the way. Burger King, Mickey D., Taco Bell, What ever you want." "Let's get what you want?" "I want a burger, then I want you, before I have to take you home. I have to operate at four this afternoon. Do you want me to pick you up for dinner?" Maybe you could spend the night?" "Oh! Jonas, You know I want to spend the night, are you sure you want me to?" "You know damned well I do. I am not worth a damn if I have to worry about how you are, I can't rest, or think about things I need to do when I worry about you." "Why do you worry about me, I am a big girl. I wonder about you too. There are so many beautiful girls around your work. How can I possibly compete?" "There is not a contest Savanna, if I am the prize, you have already won." "Oh! Jonas, you make me tingle all over. I love you." Two weeks later I went under Jason's knife. They did every thing at one time. It was a nineteen hour operation. When I woke up Jason was there, holding my hand. He smiled at me and said, "Every thing went just great, things were not as bad as we expected. Lots of parts of your body will be sore for a while. We had to steal skin and tissue from all over. You will be almost as beautiful as you were. Don't forget you were ten years younger. We had to allow for a little ageing. You won't look a day over fifty." "That won't be bad if people can look at me and not throw up." "I can guarantee that, dear girl." Two months later I sat in Jonas' office and they removed the final bandages. I knew I had complete lips, with feeling in them and all. I could feel that I had breasts again and the nipples were sensitive. Jonas stepped back after the last bandage was off. He looked at me and grinned, "Do you want to see?" "Yes, oh! Yes!" He handed me a mirror. I made myself look. I was amazed. I saw a lovely face looking back at me. I Blinked and it blinked. It was me. I had to put my hands up and touch it. I smiled and the face in the mirror smiled. "Wow!" He said, "Savanna take off your gown and look at your body." I opened the gown then let it drop in amazement. My breasts were beautiful, larger than I remembered. They were a young girls breasts with no sag and erect nipples. I rubbed my hands over them and felt a tingle go down my spine. I had feeling in the nipples. Jason had told me that that might not be. I felt my eyes cloud up with tears. I couldn't believe I was so beautiful. I threw my arms around his neck. I kissed him and felt his tongue slip between my lips. It was wonderful. I had known for some time that I could eat and drink like a normal person. Now I could kiss like one. Harley Girl "How do you feel, Savanna?" "Wonderful, take me home to bed, I need to love you." "You have a party to go to tomorrow." "Really, where?" "At my place, it is a coming out party for you, here is something I want you to think about." He handed me a small box. I opened it, it contained the most beautiful engagement ring I had ever seen." I looked at him in wonder, "is this an engagement ring for me?" "Yes." "Are you asking me to marry you?" "Yes, I am." "Oh! Yes! I will, I will." "I invited the whole motorcycle gang tomorrow. They all want to see you. They all love you too you know." "I want to see them too. They have been so good to me. I think I am about ready to ride with them again, but only if I ride behind you, Jonas." "Sounds good to me, when do you want to get married?" "OH! I have so many things to plan for. Many things to do, dresses, everything for a wedding. I can't possibly be ready before tomorrow." "Are you kidding, You want to make our engagement party a wedding?" "Why not, big guy, you want a long engagement?" "Hell, no. I will take care of it. We can go down in the morning and get our blood tests and the license." "Do you have the wedding ring to go with this?" "I sure do." "Then put this ring on my finger and kiss me, lover." Gosh it felt good to have lips to kiss with. The next afternoon I took real pains with my hair and make up I was wearing a white dress, just knee length, It was beautiful. Not really a wedding dress but I was happy with it. It showed off my new figure, showing a lot of cleavage. I had gone to a beauty shop and had my hair styled. It was done in braids that wound around my head like a crown. I loved the way I looked. I wore a pearl necklace that belonged to Jonas' mother. It gave me a rather regal look. I was trying to get used to high heels again. Hadn't worn them in ten tears. I posed in front of the mirror. Wow! Was that me. I couldn't wait much longer, I looked out the window and saw the crowd on the patio. It was about ten feet lower than the house. Wow! There was a crowd there now. I opened the door to the master bedroom and walked through the living room. Someone gave a low whistle behind me, I turned and saw a huge grin on Mike's face. Tears were in his eyes as I gave him a long sweet kiss on the lips. He hugged me tight and I loved it. He whispered, "S'vanna, you are gorgeous. You look like you did when you were just a pup. I gotta hand it to yer man, he is damned good, I never thought you would look like this. How does it feel?" "Oh! Mike, I feel wonderful, I love him so much. I have never been so happy in my life." "Girl, we better go on out. I am supposed to give you away. I would rather just keep ya, but I guess I have to give ya away." We walked out the door and I saw my handsome Jonas standing tall and straight waiting for me. A loud voice yelled, "God Damn Savanna, look at you, You are beautiful." Soon everyone was yelling and clapping and screaming. I started crying and couldn't stop. I felt strong arms hold me and I looked up into those blue eyes, Jonas handed me a hanky and I dabbed at my eyes trying not to ruin my makeup. Mike quieted down the crowd and Jonas and I finally stood before the JP and we pledged our love for each other, we were man and wife. I never dreamed it would happen to me. We walked down into the crowd and I thought I would wear out my new lips kissing huge men. There were a number of Jonas' friends there too. Someone tapped me on my shoulder and I turned and thought I was looking a mirror. Maryann! She had tears running from her eyes and she hugged me tight. I didn't know what to think. She pulled back and looked at me with a grin on her face. Jonas held my arm, "Savanna, Maryann is the person who sent me to you. She told me all about your accident and I faked breaking down. She told me how she cried for hours whenever she saw you. Mike reported to her regularly about you. She came to my office every day for a week to be measured so we would get you right" I reached out and hugged Maryann to me. She whispered in my ear, "He wasn't supposed to fall in love with you, I wanted him." She stepped back and had me turn so she could see all of me. "Wow! Look at those tities, I want some of those." "Me too!" said a half a dozen guys. Jonas said, "I didn't do those, my friend Bill here did them, they are delicious." At ten o'clock Jonas picked me up and told everyone we would see them in about a week. He carried me down to his car and put me in the front seat. "Maryann went through your stuff and got what she thought you would need. We will have fun buying you a whole new wardrobe. You need everything new." "Jonas, I can get by with a lot of my old stuff. We don't have to spend all your money." He grinned as he backed out of the garage, "Sweetheart, you never have to worry about money again. I have more than we can ever spend." I leaned over and kissed his cheek. Then I ran my tongue in his ear and wiggled it. I thought he would run off the road. I said "I hope we are not going too far. The closest motel will do." "I already have a suite at the Sheridan, about two miles from here." "We could have stayed at the Bide-a-While Motel we just passed, and not wasted all this time." "You are hot to trot tonight." "Wet too! This is the only wedding night I will ever have, I need you now." "No Dear, we will have one every Saturday, OK?" "Don't remember how we got to the rooms, but I know he carried me over the threshold. Our clothes were off in seconds and he picked me up and gently put me on the bed. He climbed on beside me and kissed me as I squirmed and tried to put him inside of me. He laughed, "Damn, you are really hot aren't you." He gave up and lay back, I climbed across him and guided him into my pussy. I know I screamed with joy, and he tried to hush me, but I yelped again as I felt him moving inside me. He laughed with happiness and joy and rubbed my nipples and tweaked them with his fingers. "I love you little Harley Girl. I always will." I was so full of happiness and ecstasy, I tried to scream again. He lifted up and pulled me down some and put his tongue in my mouth. All I got out was sort of a yip, not very loud either. I contented myself with sucking on his tongue while he slipped his cock in and out of me. It was heavenly. I felt as if he was going to cum so I raised up and twisted to put my mouth over his throbbing shaft, I tried as hard as I could to get all of it down my mouth. It was so big I was afraid I would tear my new lips, I had to settle for sliding up and down on the top half of it with my lips while I licked it with my tongue. I think I got it right, because he stiffened and flooded my mouth with his sperm. I swallowed every drop. He lay back and I lay beside him, well satisfied and content. He put his arms around me and I snuggled into him. I felt him pull the covers over us and I rested my eyes for a minute. I woke with a start. Jonas was yelling, "No, Please Savanna, No." I sat up and shook him. He woke and shook his head. "Wow! What a nightmare." He lay back with his eyes open. "Did you have a bad one Dear?" I asked. "Yeah, I sure did. Terrible dream." "What was it about, Jonas, you called my name." "I dreamed that because you are now so beautiful that every man wants you. You told me you had found someone else and were leaving me because I am so ugly." "Oh! Jonas, that could never happen. I love you with all my heart, I owe you my life, that could never happen." "I was ugly too you know." "You were." "yes, when I was a kid, I was trying to light a gas grill when it blew up. Most of my face was gone. I wore a mask to school. I went through five years of operations. As a matter of fact I had one last operation a year ago to correct some small things around my eyes." I cried like a baby to hear what my Jonas had been through. I knew how cruel children can be. I don't think I could have made it as a child. Now I knew why he wanted to be a plastic surgeon. I also knew why he identified so closely with me. I held him close to my breast and comforted him, telling him I was his as long as he wanted me, and that I would always be there for him. He looked up at me and said, "I know how it is to be able to look in a mirror and smile at what you see instead of crying. God, how I wanted that for you. I loved you from day one. I had to make you whole. Maryann was a big help." "Was she really with three guys?" "Yes, she was, I asked her one time what she liked in her men. She said, 'Groups.' I asked what she meant, she said, 'Groups, bunches, Two, four, six or eight. She was not ashamed, she said that was just the way she was, take it or leave it." "I am not quite that way, you are only the second man I have ever been with. How about you?" "I will not lie to you, bunches, but only one at a time. The last one was far and away the best, really hot stuff." I felt tears well up in my eyes, "Who was she?" "You." "You rat, you had me crying thinking you wanted someone else. I'll get you for that, no more loving for you tonight." "Really?" He turned his head and sucked in a nipple and rolled it with his tongue, his hand slipped down and a finger traced my slit. Damn, I couldn't resist that, "No fair. You didn't ask first." "Oh! Can I make mad love to you? Please, pretty please, with sugar on it." "You know you can, any time you want, dear, any time, night or day. I belong to you." He got up and looked down at me. I could see in the dim light that he was fully erect. He reached down and picked me up and stood me on the bed in front of him as he stood on the floor. He held me tight for a minute then lifted me to his chest, he stepped back and lowered me down his chest. I felt his cock press against my slit. I put my legs around him and felt him pop into my hot pussy. Wow! Talk about a surprise. I was impaled on his rod like shaft. He moved me slowly up and down and I could feel his warmth and silky smooth skin inside me. I knew I was starting to flow. My orgasm started and I thought it was the most powerful I had ever felt. I wanted more of him inside me. I wanted to be a part of him. I wanted him to absorb me into his body. I felt him move faster and heard him breathing like a steam engine, he was grunting and puffing, pulling me tighter against him. He let out a long groan and I felt spurt after spurt of his love coat my insides making us slipperier and juicier. He held me tight and pressed his lips softly to mine. It was a kiss I will treasure always in my heart. He lifted me off his still hard penis and lay me back on the bed. He grinned at me. "Sweetie, that was a first for me. I came and came inside you, it felt so damned good I am still hard as a rock. Never happened like that before, but then, I have never been loving my beautiful wife before." He sure knows how to make me cry for joy. I smiled softly at my man, "I am here for you."