5 comments/ 25583 views/ 6 favorites Just Enjoying the Ride By: Miss Jane Just Enjoying The Ride...With A Little Something Extra With the cold and blustery winter almost over, and the rainy days subsiding, I have decided it is definitely time to treat myself to a ride. A ride on my Harley, that is. The bike has been sitting parked in the garage for over 6 months, and I am more than itching to get back out and go riding again. Being my first Harley, hell my first ever motorcycle for that matter, I am still a rookie compared to so many of the people I see at the bike shop, and on the road. Nevertheless, I am enjoying the scenic rides I take myself on. Most of the time, I ride alone, still learning how to handle the 883cc of American muscle I am straddling, but occasionally someone else will ride along side, our presences acknowledged by a simple nod and a "V" with our fingers. I have earned more than a few looks when riding the Harley. Being 5'10" with long legs that sometimes seem to go from my ankles to my waist, a 38DD bust, and long strawberry blonde hair, when donning black leather boots, black jeans, and a tight leather jacket, I certainly get my fair share of comments and leering glances. I do however, always wear my full face helmet, and although several people have told me that Harley riders don't wear full helmets, fuck them! If I'm going down, I'm making sure it's with my head protected. It may not be all that appealing, but when its time to take the helmet off and I shake my hair loose from it, those heads do turn. Looking out my window, the clouds are beginning to clear and it is without a doubt, an excellent day for a ride. Dressing in my riding gear, with some very purposeful choices, I stuff my jacket pockets with a few essentials, grab my helmet and make my way to the garage. Backing the bike out, I can already feel my pulse quickening. Swinging my leg over, I mischievously grin as I settle down onto the seat. The seat cups me perfectly, nestling me snugly against it. I pull the choke, turn the switch to start and press the button, cranking the motor over to bring my Harley to life after so many months. Thank goodness the bike has an electric start, as kick starting it wouldn't be any fun. It doesn't fire up on the first try, so I wait a few seconds, turn the gas, and press the start button again. This time the engine roars to life, the gas feeding into the air-cooled motor, rumbling familiarly between my legs. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, enjoying the strong vibration of the motor as it idles roughly. Feeling the warmth of the sunlight on my face, I smile as I allow the bike to warm up sufficiently. Taking a few minutes to decide on where to go, I grab my hair and twist it up eventually pulling on my helmet. I give the bike a good revving, before pulling in the clutch and kicking it down into gear. Heading down the alley, I turn out onto the main road, and north to the highway. I can barely keep the bike at the speed limit in my excitement to be riding again, and I really have to watch the speedometer. Finally, I am on the highway heading east, the road following the contours of the river. Getting up to speed, I shift on the seat just a little, pushing my ass out behind me just a tad, my crotch rubbing more against the seat. Ahh, yes...this is what I have been waiting for. I ride for several miles before rocking back on the seat. For the next 20 miles, I shift ever so slightly back and forth, making sure to give my crotch an all over tingling feeling. God, how I love how 883cc of pure rumbling American muscle feels. Winding along adjacent to the river, I lean from side to side, taking the bike effortlessly around the bends. This only adds to my crotch tingling, and my level of arousal quickly rising. The seat tends to be somewhat on the firm side, often making my ass numb, so I have to readjust myself often. Not that I mind. On the contrary, it only adds to the incredible stimulation I am getting. I increase the speed of the motorcycle on the long straight stretches of the highway, greeting other motorcyclists, taking in the breathtaking beauty of the river road journey. 40 miles up river, I reach a small town and decide to pull over to take a break from riding. It has only been a short ride, but since I haven't been on my bike for several months, it is going to take a few rides to get used to it again. Turning off the highway into a large parking area, I find myself surrounded by pickup trucks and trailers, the boats carried by them no where to be seen. I locate a secluded spot at the outer edge of the parking area and pull over, parking the Harley. As soon as I shut it off and remove my helmet, I climb from the bike. With my helmet securely attached to the helmet lock, I reach back and give my ass a good rub, trying to get the feeling back. I immediately feel my crotch tingling all over and I stand motionless for a few seconds enjoying the pulsating sensation. Glancing around, I notice I am still alone in the parking lot, and I reach down with one hand, rubbing my hand between my legs. Oh, it feels incredible. Within seconds I feel my clit throbbing, my pussy getting wetter from my already heightened state of arousal. As the sun beats down, and the lack of air blowing directly on me, I start to feel the heat of my leather jacket. Shrugging it off my shoulders, I contemplate laying it across the seat of the Harley, but decide otherwise. I turn my attention towards the road as I hear some motorcycles pass by, watching as a couple of the heads turn in my direction. I see one of the riders wave at me, and keep going. Standing beneath the sun wearing my black jeans, black leather boots, and snug tank top, I look around again. The sights of the steep hills and the sounds of the river flowing by are extremely relaxing, but my tingling clit is a constant reminder of my heightened arousal as well. Tossing my jacket over my shoulder, I start to make my way towards the grassy area near the river's edge. Finding a scenic spot, I lay my jacket out and sit down. My still half-numb ass makes me occasionally shift from side to side as I sit watching people in boats on the river. Taking a deep breath, I lay back and stretch out, resting my head on one arm, the other laying across my stomach. Still incredibly aroused from my clit-tingling ride, I bend my knees, allowing my legs to open slightly. I begin to squeeze my pussy, contracting it, thinking how I squeeze it tight when I have a stiff cock inside me so I can listen to my lover moaning when he feels how tight my pussy can get. I grin to myself and instinctively my hand moves down my stomach and in between my legs. My hips begin to rise and fall as I rub my pussy through my jeans. Mmmmm, it feels so good. The rough fabric and seams of my jeans pressing against my tender flesh. I opted to not wear any panties for this ride, and so far I am feeling all the incredible benefits of that decision. After riding 40 miles on this somewhat warm day, my pussy feels as if it is on fire...the tingling from the bike, the roughness of my jeans and now the added pressure of my hands. I rub more firmly, the wetness of my pussy beginning to soak through my jeans. Lifting my head, I look around making sure I am still alone, and glancing out over the water, I don't see any boats. Mmmmm, it's quiet, there aren't any people around, and I know it wont take me long to cum considering how incredibly horny I am. I unbutton my jeans, lowering the zipper so I slide my hand inside. MMmmmm, I am already so very hot inside them, and much wetter than I could have possibly imagined. Slipping my middle finger between my smooth shaven folds, I gently rub my clit. It immediately sends familiar jolts through me, deep into my pussy. As I slide my finger further down towards my pussy, my legs open wider, my knees falling closer to the ground. Pushing a finger into me, I moan at just how incredibly wet I am on the inside. The slick wetness on my finger makes me tense up, my ass lifting up off the ground. I slowly start to finger fuck my pussy, enjoying the wetness, the heat deep within me, the beautiful sounds of the outdoors. Drawing my finger out of my pussy, I remove my hand from my jeans. I have to taste myself. I have always enjoyed it, and considering how wet and turned on I am, there is no way I am going to pass up this opportunity. Pausing for a moment, I inhale deeply, taking in my distinctively intoxicating scent. I then slowly slip my finger between my lips, immediately rewarded with my delicious taste. I moan as I push my finger all the way into my mouth, making sure to suck it completely clean before slipping it out. I quickly slide my hand inside my jeans again, my finger between my wet pussy lips and onto my clit. I rub it harder, making myself squirm from the sensitivity and pressure on it. I dip my finger into my pussy every now and then, rewetting it, making it slicker for my sensitive clit. I rub my fingertip side to side, up and down, around the base of my clit in a circular motion. I moan louder as my finger moves over the swelling tip of my clit. Mmmmm, it feels like it is on fire from my ride, the roughness of my jeans and now my finger's attention. Pushing my hand further between my legs, I slide two fingers into my soaking wet pussy. My hips instinctively rise and fall as I slowly, rhythmically fuck my pussy. Using my fingers harder, I roughly grind my knuckles against my tender smooth skin. Curling my fingers upwards, I begin to massage my s-spot, stroking it, caressing and tickling it. With the somewhat limited space for my hand to move with my jeans still on, I lift my ass off the ground and with my free hand, pull my jeans down. Sliding them down to my knees, I lower my bare ass back down to the ground. Wriggling my legs, I work them down to my ankles, legs opening wide again. MMmmmm, this time I can really work my fingers in and out of my pussy. I start to fuck my pussy harder, deeper, my fingers making the delicious wet fucking sounds as they move in and out of me. I move my other hand to my tits, squeezing them one at a time, making my nipples hard and pulling on them thru my tank top and bra. I slide my hand up underneath my tank top, giving me better access to my hard nipples. I do love them played with and roughly pinching them through the lace makes me squirm as I feel the familiar tingles deep in my pussy from the attention they are getting. I shove my fingers deep into me, holding them there as I squeeze my pussy onto them, restricting their movement. I curl them upwards, again massaging my g-spot. I know it won't take me long to cum, and press harder. I pull hard on my nipples, making them ache from the intense pressure. My pussy tightens around my fingers, my back arching as I feel the unmistakable sensations of my orgasm beginning to move through me. Holding my breath, I arch my back more, pushing my clit outwards. I moan loudly as my body shudders, my pussy spasming, clamping onto my fingers. As I experience the waves of pleasure consuming me, my body tenses up, my legs stiffening. I feel the heat of the sun adding to my own increased body temperature, my pussy releasing a slow steady stream of my juices. I keep my fingers deep inside me as my orgasm gradually subsides. Relaxing, my legs are wide open, my knees bent. A gentle breeze blows over me, increasing the sensitivity of my clit and swollen pussy. I slowly withdraw my fingers and lift them to my mouth. Savoring the succulent creamy texture on each finger, I suck them clean, one at a time. The breeze intensifies, rustling the tree leaves and bushes nearby. I open my eyes and slowly pull up my jeans, zipping and buttoning them up. Sitting up I regain my bearings, and as I look towards the river, I see a couple men sitting in a boat close to the river's edge. Pretending I don't see them, I continue to look around as if nothing has happened. They, however, have something else in mind. One of them yells in my direction, but again I pretend I don't notice them. But how could I not? They are maybe 20 yards away, and my view of the water's edge is virtually unobstructed. The same guy yells at me again, this time waving too. I raise my hand a little and acknowledge him, waving back. He immediately turns to his buddy, and says something. They both look back at me, beaming smiles, and one of them hops out of the boat, pulling it up onto the sandy bank. I sit and watch nervously, now fully aware they were watching me...for how long, I don't know, but they had definitely been watching. As they walk towards me, I can't help but notice their muscular builds. Of course, it's kind of hard not to since they are only wearing tank tops and shorts. With my sunglasses on, they can't see my eyes. It's a good thing too, as my eyes are drawn to the bulges in their shorts. Yep, it's for sure...they were watching. My face flushes red when the absoluteness of the fact I was being watched, while I masturbated, becomes a reality. Not exactly what I had planned on, but it's too late to do anything about it now. "Hey, how are you doing?" asks the guy who waved at me from the boat. He stops a few feet away, resting his hands on his waist as he looks down towards me. "Good thanks," I reply as I look over him more closely. He is tall, about 6'2" with short sandy blond hair. I can't see his eyes because of his sunglasses, but imagine them to be green or blue. He is very nicely built...toned, with definition in his arms and shoulders, his thighs muscular, but not too thick. "I bet," says the second guy, as he sits down approximately 3 feet to my right. I chuckle, glancing down at the ground, but not saying anything. I look back at him, giving him the once over. He is also tall. I would guess about 6'2" or 6'3", with light brown hair. I imagine he has light brown or hazel eyes, but again can't see for sure because of the sunglasses he is wearing. I take a few seconds looking at him, admiring his physique too...muscular, more so than the other guy, and also very nicely built. "Yeah, I'm good," I reply. "I'm James," the first guy says, introducing himself and extending his hand. I shake it firmly, instead of the dainty female handshake most women do. "I'm Jane." "Ha! We're all Js! Nice to meet you, Jane. I'm John," the guy sitting nearby says, extending his hand towards me. I shake his hand with the same firm grip I used on James. I've never been a fan of the almost delicate, weak handed handshake most women give a man. "Oohh, nice grip," he says grinning broadly, holding my hand a couple of seconds longer. "Yeah, I thought so too," James adds, taking a seat on the ground to my left, about the same distance away from me that John is. "So Jane, it looks like you were enjoying yourself," James says with a grin. "Yeah...you could say that," I reply, trying to sounds as if it was no big deal. "You certainly caught our attention. We had to actually use a paddle to slow and stop so we didn't float right by," John laughs. "And without splashing the water to give us away," James adds. "Wouldn't want to miss what you were doing." "Yeah, well I certainly didn't hear you...or see you guys," I reply, feeling my face flush. "Apparently," John comments. Moving closer towards me, his eyes slowly move up and down my body. I can smell the unmistakable aroma of beer on his breath, and can only guess at how many each of these guys have consumed. "Since we saw you from a little ways away, how about you give us a look close up?" James slides closer to me from the other side, his hand resting on the ground behind me. "You know, that's not a bad idea," he says. I feel a wave of insecurity sweep over me, and I sit nervously for a few seconds. "You know fellas, as much as you might like that idea, I am not so sure I do," I say as I start to get up. After standing, I reach back to grab my jacket. "Man, she's got a nice rack in there too," John says leering down my tank top. "I bet she does," James adds. "Thanks guys...I appreciate the compliments, but I think..." "How about a beer, Babe?" James asks, interrupting me. "We've got a bunch in the cooler...ice cold beer. I am sure it would taste good on a hot day like today...after a nice long ride." "Sure, that would be nice...but only one. I do still have to ride home," I reply with a smile, letting my guard down a little. "Cool. I'll grab us some," James says, jumping up and jogging to the boat. I can't help but notice his cute ass in his shorts, his tone body moving seemingly effortlessly. I tilt my head and admire his ass even more as he leans over into the boat, digging around in the cooler. "Like what you see?" John asks from behind me. I don't answer out loud, but whisper to myself under my breath, "Fuck yeah, I do." As James, turns around and jogs back towards us, I keep my eyes on him. Handing me a beer, I smile at him, "Thanks." "You're welcome," he answers with a sexy smile. "She was checking you out, man," John says, opening his beer. "Yeah?" "I was not," I respond quickly, trying to sound as casual as I can. "She was," John states with more assertion. He beams a smile at me then takes a long drink from his beer. Opening my beer, I take a sip then sit down a few feet away from the guys. "So...are we gonna get to have a close up look at you, Babe?" James asks lifting his sunglasses up and giving me a wink. I look at him and smile. I was right, he has green eyes...and they are gorgeous green eyes at that. I take a long drink from my beer, but still don't answer him. "Maybe after a couple more beers," John says with a mischievous grin. "I said I'd have one. I have to make sure I can still ride," I reply. "I'll give you a ride," John quickly responds. "C'mon man...she said one beer," James says, changing his flirtatious tone. "If that's all she wants, that's cool. I wouldn't want to ride with too many beers either." I look over and smile at him, appreciating his concern. "That's why I am just floating in the boat...don't have to worry too much about getting road rash," he adds with a chuckle. I lay out my jacket and take a seat on the ground again, a few feet away from both the guys, not saying anything, but just sipping my beer. We make idle conversation, asking each other where we live, our interests, our hobbies, what we do for work...the usual small talk. After a few minutes, John downs the rest of his beer and lays back on the grass, enjoying the warmth of the sun. James leans towards me and whispers, "he'll be out in a couple of minutes." "Seriously? Just how many beers have you guys has today?" I inquire with a hint of disbelief. "Yeah, it won't take long. And I'd say we've each has close to a 12 pack so far today. We've been on the river for a few hours. On a day like today, we'll go thru a case or more." "Geez. Well I hope that my one, or two, won't make too much of a dent in your cooler," I say with a grin. "Not at all Babe...we've got plenty," James replies with another sexy smile. "Can I get you another?" he asks raising his eyebrows optimistically. "Sure. That would be great," I answer. I know I have to be careful about how many beers I consume, especially since I still have a 40 mile ride ahead of me at some point. Watching as James strolls to the boat, I hear a deep breathing coming from a few feet away. I glance over and look at John. Yep, he has already fallen asleep...or in this instance, passing out would be more like it. As James strides towards me, he looks over at John. "You weren't kidding...that didn't take long at all," I quietly say with a chuckle. "You don't have to be quiet around him either...that guy can sleep thru just about anything," James says loudly. This time he sits down right next to me, his broad muscular shoulder brushing against mine. He smiles at me, his sexy smile sending chills down my spine. Just Enjoying the Ride Ch. 02 Thank you for choosing this story...and for continuation purposes, I recommend reading the previous chapter. * Taking a few more seconds to think about which direction to go, I opt for heading back to town. After the couple of beers, no lunch and not wanting to be out on the highway too much longer, I feel more comfortable taking the Harley home. Picking up speed as I begin my return journey, I lean into the turns, gripping the seat with my thighs and feeling my 883cc rumbling beneath me. I am so much more sensitive to the intense vibration of it, and my clit tingles with every twist and turn of the highway. The 40 mile ride gives me plenty of time to think about my encounter with James, his tall muscular frame, his captivatingly gorgeous green eyes, his rock hard cock. My thoughts consume me, and it seems only a matter of minutes before I arrive into town. Negotiating the side streets the rest of the way, I pull up to the garage and shut off the Harley. Pausing for a minute, I shift side to side and back and forth, enjoying the incredible tingling that lingers in my thighs and crotch. Shaking my hair as I remove my helmet, I notice a couple of neighbors looking in my direction. I open the garage and roll the bike inside. As I turn to close the garage, I see the neighbors have walked over and are admiring my motorcycle. "Nice bike," one of them says, leering at me and my Harley. "Thanks. I like it," I reply. "Yeah...you know what they say about a woman and a Harley," the other guy comments. "Aww, c'mon man, that's uncool," the first one says. "I am sure she just enjoys riding...it doesn't have to be anything more than that. You're an asshole, man." "What? Just because I don't have one, and have never ridden one, doesn't mean I don't know what a woman likes about them." "No, it's fine," I chime in. "Let him say whatever he thinks...it's a free country. Besides, unless you have actually been on one, you wouldn't understand," I reply with a very sarcastic tone. "Bye." I smile at the polite guy as I close the garage door, acknowledging his small wave with a wink. I make my way into the house, grabbing a cold beer from my fridge. I slide my leather jacket off and kick off my boots, taking a few minutes to sit on the couch and enjoy my beer. I drink it quickly, and lean my head back, closing my eyes. I allow my mind to think back again to my encounter with James. I sigh heavily as I am sure our meeting is only a one time thing, and that he will not be calling me. I scold myself for allowing the encounter to escalate the way it did, having him touch me, suck my tender nipples and finger fuck me. "Damn it...I should have just BS'd with them...had a beer, then left," I mutter to myself. "Oh well." I open my eyes and slowly stand up. Tossing my empty can into the recycle bin, I make my way downstairs to my bedroom. I lay down on the bed, feeling somewhat sleepy, and as I roll onto my side, my cell phone rings. Contemplating answering it, after a few rings I slowly open my eyes. Seeing it is a local number but one I don't recognize, I remember what James said to me..." I want to see you...later on...tonight." Taking a deep breath, I answer the phone, "Hello?" "Hey Babe. How's it going?" I smile broadly when I recognize James' voice. "I'm good thanks. How was the rest of your float down river?" "Oh, it was great. We went a little further than we planned so we had to call a buddy to come get us," James says with a laugh. "That figures...you guys seemed like you'd had a few too many beers. Did you miss your stopping point on purpose?" I ask playfully. "Oh no...we were talking about our float down river and kinda got a bit distracted," James replies. "Really...and what were you talking about that was so distracting?" I ask, as if I didn't already know. James laughs before answering me, "You...we were talking about you. John was really bummed he missed out." I don't respond and wait a few seconds to see if James will continue telling me about his talk with John. "Hey, that reminds me," James continues on. "Are you back in town?" "I am." "So tell me...how was the ride back, Babe?" James quietly asks. "Was it as good as the ride up there?" "It was fine. The ride seemed to go by rather quickly," I say coyly. "Oh, yeah? Why was that?" "I had some time to think about my afternoon...my rest stop...this tall and incredibly sexy guy I met," I reply in my quiet sexiest voice I can use. "He was hot..he was hard...and he tasted soooo good." "Mmmmm, Babe...you're making me hard again," James says quietly. "You know, I was serious about what I said earlier...I want to see you again. What are you doing later?" "I hadn't really thought about it much. Maybe going out for a drink or two...seeing what happens from there," I answer hoping James suggests that he and I meet somewhere. "How about I pick you up later and we can do just that?" he asks. Smiling at his words, I roll onto my back and subconsciously run my hand down my body towards my crotch. "That sounds good...but how about I meet you somewhere...that way we can meet each other for the first time again..." I say with a giggle. "Whatever you like Babe...that's fine with me," James responds. "I am game for that." "Alright...give me a call in about an hour, and tell me where you want me to meet you," I say with my quiet sexy voice. "Mmmmm, there's that sultry voice again...I'll get back to you, Babe." "Sounds good...but just one more thing before you go," I whisper. "What's that Babe?" "I just thought you should know that I am laying on my bed, rubbing myself through my jeans...and very soon I plan on sliding them off...feeling my incredible wetness...then tasting it...all of it." Pausing for a couple of seconds, I continue on, "I will talk to you in a little bit...bye." I hang up the phone, knowing that James' mind will be filled with images of me touching myself, caressing and stroking my pussy, playing with my clit, and tasting my hot juices. "Oh, Jane...you're wicked," I say to myself with a giggle. I get up from the bed, and quickly strip off my clothes. Grabbing my robe, I make my way into the bathroom and turn on the shower. Letting the water get hot, I tilt my head back and take a deep breath, exhaling it slowly. Testing the warmth of the water, my mind quickly returns to my motorcycle ride...my time with James...his incredibly sexy smile and gorgeous green eyes. I step into the shower, allowing the hot water to run down my body. Standing motionless for a minute or so, I roll my head from side to side, relaxing as my mind continues to wander. My hands roam up and down my body, cupping and caressing my breasts, my fingertips trailing over my hardening nipples. I widen my stance slightly and allow my right hand to journey downwards to my pussy, the fingers of my left hand still pinching my nipple. Slipping my middle finger between my pussy lips, I gently rub my clit. It is still so very sensitive and the warmth of the water only enhances its sensitivity. I push my hand further between my legs, inserting my finger into my pussy. Sinking it completely inside me, I moan quietly as I massage my gspot. My mind is filled with images of James...his physique and strength...his incredible charismatic personality...and in particular how he brought me to an incredible orgasm along the river's edge. I slowly withdraw my finger from my soaking wet pussy and rub it over my clit. It takes what seems like only a few seconds for my orgasm to consume me. My entire body shudders and I have to place my hand on the shower wall to brace myself. Catching my breath, I slide my finger into my pussy time and time again, sucking it clean after every dip, savoring my tasty juices, grinning to myself as I imagine James tasting me over and over again...that is if the evening goes as I hope. Tempted to play again after finishing my shower, I opt for saving that delight until later. I step from the shower, wrapping my hair in a towel and quickly drying off. I apply some scented body lotion all over, then remove the towel from my hair and shake it loose. I spray some of my favorite Opium perfume onto my naked body, focusing on areas I hope James will eventually make his way to later. I tussle my hair a few times while applying a little makeup. Making my way to my bedroom, I sort through my closet, considering different outfits, wondering if I should go for the casual and comfortable look in jeans and a blouse, or the more sexy and sultry look in a low cut top, short skirt and high heels. I opt for my jeans, a low cut tank top and button up blouse. Rifling through my underwear drawer I find my purple lace panties and match them to my Frederick's of Hollywood floral purple push-up bra. It's not that the girls need any enhancement, but the bra sure does make them look even more appealing. Glancing at the clock, I see that I have about 15 minutes more before my expected call from James. Finishing up getting dressed, I make my way to the kitchen and grab a beer from the refrigerator. Twisting off the cap of my bottle, I take a long drink. My nerves seem to be a bit on edge and I drink it down rather quickly. Contemplating having another beer, I look at the clock again. It's now been an hour and I wonder just how prompt James will be. I pace back and forth from the living room to the kitchen, trying not to let me nerves get the better of me. After 10 minutes, I make my way back to the refrigerator for another beer. Getting ready to twist off the top, my phone rings. Seeing the same number from a little over an hour ago, I smile as I answer it, "Hello?" "Hey Sexy." "Hey yourself." "What's up?" "Not much. Just wondering if you were actually gonna call," I say trying to sound as if I don't care. "I told you I would. Sorry I am a bit late...John stopped by and wanted me to hang out with him tonight. I had to tell him that I had other plans. He didn't believe me when I told him I was going to be seeing you," James explained. "I am glad you did," I reply playfully. "How could I not? The last thing you said to me made me so hard...thinking about you laying on your bed, sliding off your jeans and touching that sweet pussy. Damn, it's gonna make me hard again if I keep thinking about it," he says with a moan. "That's the idea," I reply lowering my voice. "Yeah...so, where do you want to meet?" "Doesn't matter to me. What did you have in mind?" I ask. "Hmmm...we can always grab some beers, rent a movie and hang out at my place," James says with an upbeat tone. "No roommates?" "Nope. I prefer to have my own place...that way I can do pretty much anything I want and not have to hear anyone bitching about it," he says with a chuckle. "OK...how about this? Let's have a couple of beers at Shooters, then if we want it, you can get more beer and I will pick up a movie, then we can meet back at your place. Sound good?" "That sounds great, Babe," James replies. "I can be there in about 10 minutes...see you there?" "Last one there buys the first round," I answer as I grab a couple of movies from next to my TV, then pick up my keys and head to the door. "Deal...see you then," James responds hastily. I hang up the phone and giggle as I head out to my truck. Little does James know that I can be there in less than 5 minutes. Hopping into my truck, I chuckle again being able to pull one over on James. I peel away from the curb, making the tires chirp as I do so. My mind is consumed by thoughts of James, how tall and sexy he is, his alluring green eyes and especially what pleasures and delights may await us later this evening. Pulling into the parking lot, I back into a space at the end of the aisle and head into the bar. Not knowing if James is already there, I scan the room, walking to the back area where the pool tables and dart boards are located. Not seeing him, I return up towards the entrance and take a seat on a bar stool facing the door. The bartender makes his way over and I order a beer. He smiles as he fills the glass. "Thanks," I say with a smile. "You're welcome, darlin'" he answers, smiling back at me and glancing downwards at my open blouse. I take a sip of my beer when I see James enter the bar. "Oooohhh," I murmur quietly. I admire his physique as he smiles broadly and walks over toward me. He is dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans and a button up shirt which fits him superbly. I swivel my barstool seat so I am facing him as he approaches, not knowing if he is going to hug me, give me a kiss on the cheek of just sit on the stool along side of me. Pausing for a couple of seconds, James takes my hand and lifts it up, kissing it gently. Still holding my hand, he squeezes it, "Hi Sexy," he says quietly. "Hi yourself," I reply blushing a little. Looking up into his green eyes, I am almost at a loss for words. "Ummm, it looks like you're buying the first round." Taking a seat on the adjacent barstool, James still has a hold of my hand, "I planned on it anyway Babe," he says with a wink. I look down as he continues to rub his thumb over the topside of my hand. I smile back, my nerves turning my stomach into knots. "You look great." "Thanks...you clean up good too," I reply with a leering smile. "Of course, when I saw you earlier today, you looked pretty good then too." James leans closer to me and whispers in my ear, "Babe, what I saw of you earlier, looked pretty damned good too." He leans back and takes a drink from his beer. "And if all goes well, I hope to see a little more later on too." "We'll see," I say with a grin. Sipping more of my beer, I glance around the room, noticing a few more people entering the bar. "How about we move to a table? It will give us a little more privacy." "You read my mind," he responds with a smile. We move to a table in the corner, and to my delight, James slides into the seat next to me. As he moves close to me, I can smell his cologne. "Mmmm, you smell good," I say quietly. James leans towards me and inhales deeply, "As do you." As we sit and talk, we each consume another beer, learning more about each other. The more beer I have, the more relaxed I become and I gradually inch my way closer to James. My mind is filled with thoughts of him and I find that occasionally I have no clue as to what he has just said to me, and I try my best to focus, but he is not making it easy. With our occasional flirtatious comments to each other, I feel my cheeks getting flushed, and when he sees it he smiles at me, chuckling a little. After a few more beers apiece, James moves his arm from the back of the seat and twirls his fingers around a few strands of my hair. As he does, I can't help but think how it would feel to have him take a handful of my hair, gently pulling my head back and kissing my neck. With these thoughts running through my mind, I again lose focus on what he is saying. "I said, shall we finish these and head outta here?" James asks again. "I'm sorry...I was a little distracted. We can do that. I still need to get a movie. Any preference?" I reply. "Yeah, but before I answer, I have to know what had you so distracted?" James says quietly. I smile at him, and to my surprise I look into James' eyes and tell him exactly what thoughts had taken my attention away from him. "Well, who am I to deny a lady her fantasy?" he whispers. James leans towards me and pushes my hair back over my shoulder, exposing my neck. He gently kisses it, and the heat of his breath and the gentleness of his kiss sends shivers all through me. Oh my God, it feels so good. I hear him moan as he nuzzles me. I close my eyes and enjoy how he makes feel. If he only knew how vulnerable it made me feel. He kisses my neck a few more times before pulling away. I sigh heavily and slowly open my eyes. As James looks at me smiling, he whispers, "There's much more when that came from." "I hope so," I reply, shuddering at the mere thought of so much more. "Would you like another drink?" James asks with a mischievous smile. "Sure...but not here," I respond very quickly. "Want me to just meet you at your place?" "Absolutely. I need to stop and pick up more beer, so after you get the movie I will just meet you there." "Sounds good to me," I say with a smirk. As James escorts me outside, he tells me his address, and then can't help but compliment my truck, "Nice ride!" "Thanks." "A sexy gal with a Harley and a sweet lookin' ride like that? Damn Babe, you've got good taste." I look over my shoulder at James and flash him a smile, "I know," I say raising my eyebrows suggestively at him. "I am here with you, aren't I?" "Can't argue with that, Babe," James replies beaming a smile back at me. He opens my door and closes it behind me, waiting for me to roll down the window. "I'll see you in a few...drive careful, Sexy." "I will." James reaches his hand inside the truck and gently caresses my cheek which just sends chills all down my spine again. God, how can he get to me like this? He turns and walks away, glancing over his shoulder at me and giving me a wave. I watch as he climbs into his own truck, and exits the parking lot. I smile to myself as I realize why James complimented me on my truck the way he did. It looks just like mine, except it's a different color and a 1 ton whereas mine is a ½ ton. Apparently, we both have very good taste. I exit the parking lot and turn in the same direction, watching as James turns to go to the store for more beer. I continue on my way, arriving at his place several minutes before him, parking in the driveway as instructed. I chuckle as he pulls into the driveway alongside my truck and looks over at me. He is obviously puzzled at how I arrived before he did considering I was supposed to pick up a movie before showing up. We both exit our vehicles at the same time, James carrying the beer, me with the movies tucked under my arm. I stop in front of his truck and admire it much the same way he admired mine, "Nice ride!" "Thanks, Babe. Apparently, we both have very good taste," he says with a big smile. "Yeah, I was just thinking the very same thing," I reply. We make our way into his house, and as we enter, I take in my new surroundings. To my liking, the living room is very tastefully decorated with wildlife artwork on the walls, a large flat screen HD TV, an awesome surround sound system, and very large plush couch and matching loveseat, and a recliner chair. "Very nice," I say complimenting the decor. "Thanks...make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back with a beer," James says loudly as he disappears down the hall. Putting my purse and the movies down, I follow him down the hall and into the kitchen, admiring the photographs on the walls. "Don't I get a tour?" I ask. "The living room is so nicely decorated, I am curious to see the rest of the place." "Sure Babe. What do you want to see next?" he asks as he hands me a beer. Pausing before I answer, I take a long drink from my beer. "You're the tour guide...lead the way." James takes my beer and sets it on the counter, then takes me by the hand and leads me from room to room, pointing out who is who in the photographs on the walls, his gaming, CD and DVD collections, and his current project in progress his 1969 Camaro parked in the garage. Noticing that I have seen every room except the bedroom, I can't help but ask, "Where's the bedroom? I've seen everything else except that." James turns to face me, and pulling me close to him replies, "I didn't want you to think I was being overly pretentious." "Now why would you think that?" "I knew you would say something...I just wanted to see what that was going to be," he responds with a sly grin. I press my body against his and slowly run my hands up his chest, folding my arms around his neck. "So what were you thinking I was gonna say?" I whisper as I tilt my head slightly. Just Enjoying the Ride Ch. 02 "I had no idea," James quietly responds before kissing me very passionately. Our bodies seemingly melt together, his strong arms wrapped around me pulling me hard against him. Our lips immediately part as our tongues touch...gently at first, but rapidly our kiss becomes so much more intense. James pushes against me, forcing me back against the wall, his mouth quickly moving from my lips to my neck. "Ohhhh," I moan. "MMMmmmm." Just as quickly as our kiss escalated, it ends as James pulls back from me, looking into my eyes. "I thought you wanted a tour," he says playfully. It takes me a couple of seconds to catch my breath as I look back at him, almost in a state of disbelief at how suddenly our moment of passion ended. He chuckles at my silence and takes a hold of my hand, leading me down the hall. Pushing the door open, James steps aside and allows me to walk in and look around. He waits by the door as I peruse over the photographs on the dresser, the artwork on the walls, and take in my surroundings. "Nice," I say turning around and looking at James from the far side of his king sized bed. "How firm is this?" I ask as I lean over and test the firmness of the mattress. "Mmmm, very firm," I say with a grin. Without saying a word, James turns and walks out of the room, allowing me to finish looking around. I wait for a few seconds before heading down the hall to the living room. As I walk into the living room, I see James looking at the movies I chose for use to watch. "I had a feeling you would bring an action movie," he says holding up 'Heartbreak Ridge', "But I certainly wasn't expecting this." James holds up the other movie waving it back and forth. "Is that a complaint?" I ask as I walk to James, giving him a playful slap on his ass. "Hell no...I just wasn't expecting a porn movie." I giggle as I sit on the couch and wait for him to choose a movie for us to watch. I keep my eyes on James as he turns on the sound system, DVD player and large HD TV. I am so in awe of his incredibly muscular body and statuesque physique that I let out a moan a little louder than I expect. Glancing over his shoulder at me, James beams a smile at me, "Like what you see?" "Oh hell yeah. Absolutely." Standing upright and turning to face me, James looks me over, "Same here." I feel my cheeks flush as he moves back towards me. Taking a seat next to me, James takes my cheek in his hand, kissing me. I begin to slowly lean back, enticing him to move with me, my head resting on one of the plush pillows. In only seconds, James is on top of me, his fingers running through my hair, his lips moving up and down my neck. I wrap my leg over his, pulling him against me and I can immediately feel his hard cock. Pushing himself up, James looks into my eyes for a second before pulling my blouse out of my jeans and slowly unbuttoning it. Opening it, he caresses the roundness of my breast. "Mmmmm, I do like your big tits," he murmurs as he leans down kissing my chest. The heat of his breath sends chills down my spine making my nipples harden. I hear James moan as he sees the fabric of my bra and tank top pushing outwards from my hard nipples. His large hand moves up and down my side, then up onto my breast, squeezing it. Looking into his eyes, I pull James down onto me. His mouth quickly finds mine again, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth. Sucking his tongue into my mouth, I immediately feel James pushing his hips into my body, making me feel his incredible hardness. I entwine my legs with his, pulling him harder against me. His cock is so hard that it actually hurts as he grinds it against me. Wrapping my arms around his torso, my hands move up and down his back, finally resting on his ass pulling him against me. My mind races as to what I might expect from James next. He moves down to my neck again, making me moan loudly. "Mmmmm, that feels soo good." "You sure do, Babe," he whispers in between nuzzling and gently biting my neck. Suddenly, he pushes himself up and away from me. "Shit! Where are my manners?" he blurts out. "What?" I can only wonder what would interrupt him from our building passion. "I forgot to give you back your beer," he says with a smile. "You're kidding me, right?" I ask confused as to if he is serious. "Be right back." He kisses me quickly on the lips before jumping up and dashing into the kitchen. I am in disbelief and prop myself up onto my elbows for a second before sitting up and swinging my legs over the edge of the couch. It's only a moment before James reemerges with our beers. He takes a seat next to me, and hands me my beer. "Cheers!" he says as he smiles at me, touching the neck of his bottle of beer against mine. "Bottoms up," I respond with a wink. "Mmmmm, I like that one better," he replies. "I thought you might." Still a little surprised at him, I don't say anything else and just wait to see what he will say or do next. "You OK, Babe?" he asks after I put my beer on the end table. "Yeah...I'm fine. Just a little..." I let my words trail off, not wanting to finish my answer. "Oh shit! Babe, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...what the hell was I thinking?" he says. James places his beer on the table and turns to face me. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I really fucked that up!" Not saying anything, I look at him, smiling. "I didn't want to seem rude, and I just want you to enjoy yourself. I forgot to..." I silence him by placing my fingertip against his lips, "Ssshhhh." I just shake my head at him and smile. My mind is racing, and without any hesitation, I lift myself up and swing my leg over his lap, pushing him against the back of the couch. "Don't worry about the beer," I whisper as lean towards James, kissing him on the lips. I immediately feel his hands sliding up my thighs and around onto my ass. I run my fingers through his hair pulling his head back as I quickly increase the passion of my kiss. Almost immediately, James pulls me by my ass towards him, pushing his hips upwards at the same time. Sitting atop this gorgeous and sexy man, I wiggle my hips pressing my crotch against his, feeling his hard cock. James moves his hands squeezing my ass then slowly sliding them upwards. I place my hands atop his, then pull them between us inside my opened blouse, curling his fingers around my breasts. Breaking out kiss, I look into his eyes as I shrug my blouse off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Gently I rock back and forth, teasing him and myself. James smiles up at me as his strong hands cup and squeeze my breasts, his thumbs rubbing across the front of them, making my nipples harden. I take a deep breath as his hands move ever so slightly, his index fingers hooking underneath the thin straps of my tank top and bra. Sliding them down over my shoulders, I hear James moan quietly as more of the top curvature of my breasts are exposed. I feel a chill move over my body as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close against him, his lips kissing my neck, my shoulders and my chest. I tilt my head back as James gently peels the fabric of my tank top and the lace of my bra downwards, my hard nipple now completely accessible to him. He hungrily sucks it into his mouth, squeezing my breast, kneading it as he alternates between sucking and licking it. Flicking it up and down with his tongue, James pulls the fabric of my tank top and lace of my bra down on my other breast, now giving him access to both nipples. Pinching one firmly, he greedily bites the other, alternating back and forth. "Mmmm, that feels so good," I murmur. "Yeah, you like that..." he replies as he licks and sucks my nipples. "Fuck, yeah I do. Ohhhh, yessss." Without me even asking, James squeezes my breasts together, pushing both nipples into his mouth at the same time. I writhe with pleasure as he sucks them both. God, if he only knew just how much I absolutely love this. Arching my back, I run my fingers through his hair, at the same time I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter from the attention my nipples are receiving. James keeps his hands on my breasts, playing with my nipples as he looks up at me. Staring into his gorgeous green eyes, I kiss him passionately, my tongue probing into his mouth again. He quickly wraps one arm around me and lifts me up, swinging us around and laying me down on the couch. His strength and how easily he man-handles me is such an incredible turn on. He looks me over, then slowly lowers himself onto me. "You are hot, Babe," he whispers as he kisses my neck. Feeling his weight on top of me, forces my breath from my lungs. James works his way down my neck, his hands groping my breasts, his lips quickly surrounding my hard nipple. "Mmmmm, I do love big tits," he mumbles in between licking and sucking one nipple, then the other. I push upwards to him, feeling his fingers, lips and teeth making me squirm more and more. My hips rise and fall instinctively in response to his touch. James slides one hand down my body, reaching the button and zipper of my jeans. To my surprise, he pauses briefly then continues to move his hand to downwards. I feel his hand rubbing over my crotch, applying more pressure, and generating even more heat. I moan loudly as the friction is almost too much to take. Moving completely on top of me, James keeps his hand between my legs, his mouth covering mine. The more he presses against me, the wetter I feel my pussy getting, my panties now sticking to me. As he kisses my neck, I whisper to him, "take off your shirt. I wanna feel your skin against mine." I watch silently as he pushes himself up onto his knees and pulls his shirt up out of his jeans, slowly unbuttoning it. I smile as I watch his muscular chest and stomach becoming exposed. "Mmmm, very nice," I say as James tosses his shirt onto the floor. He raises his arms level with his shoulders, flexing his muscles and chuckling. He obviously takes immense pride in his well sculpted body and enjoys showing it off. I reach upwards, my hands caressing his stomach and up to his chest. "Mmmmm, very nice indeed," I whisper as my eyes fill with lust. To be continued... Just Enjoying the Ride We maintain our conversation, with a few flirtatious connotations here and there. James leans back, resting on one elbow sipping his beer, forcing me to either look over my shoulder at him, or lean back in the same manner along side him. As tempted as I am to lay back, I opt to remain sitting up. Our conversation continues, mostly the idle chit chat newly introduced people have with each other, but with an ever more increasing flirty comments. After a few more minutes of conversation, I knew it was inevitable that the topic would come up. "Forgive me for being so blunt, but I just have to ask...what made you decide to take some time and ummmm...you know, what made you decide to...?" James starts to ask, pausing for a few seconds. "What made me decide to play with myself?" I say, finishing his question. As I do so, he sits up next to me again. "Yeah, something like that," he responds with his sexy spine tingling smile. "Have you ever ridden a Harley? Ever felt the rough idling of it between your legs?" I quietly ask. Leaning closer to him, I whisper, "Ever had felt the tingling sensation of when numbness starts to subside and the slightest touch makes you shudder?" "No...no...and yeah. I know just how that feels," he answers. "Is that what your Harley does for you?" "Every time." Without saying anything, James looks at me for a few seconds before resting his hand on the ground behind me, leaning over and kissing me gently. With a few gentle kisses, I feel my anxiety and excitement level soar. His soft lips are moist, with the unmistakable taste of beer on them. Just as I lean closer to him, wanting a deeper more intense kiss, he pulls back, our lips slowly separating. I inhale deeply, holding my breath a few seconds before exhaling slowly. He flashes me a flirty smile before taking another long drink from his beer. I follow suit, and take a few large mouthfuls of my beer too. They are definitely still ice cold and are tasting really good in this early summer warmth. "So how often do you take out your Harley? And take advantage of its benefits?" James asks with a sly grin. "Whenever I can. It's a great feeling to get out and just ride...to enjoy riding along the river...to get off and relieve the aching and numb butt syndrome. I've always loved bikes, and when I had the opportunity to get one of my own, I did." As soon as I finish my answer, James entwines his fingers in my hair, his hand moving up to the back of my head. He gently pulls me closer, kissing me again. This time, his kiss is much more passionate, the pressure of his mouth upon mine, his tongue probing at my lips. Unable to defend against his incredible sexual appeal, I open my mouth slightly, inviting his tongue in, to which he doesn't miss a beat. His tongue immediately slips between my lips, the tip of it touching mine. Our kiss rapidly intensifies as his arm behind me pulls me against his body, his hand squeezing my ass, moving slowly up and down my back. I place my beer between my legs and lift my hand, my fingers running through his soft sandy blonde hair. I moan quietly, the intensity of the moment rapidly increasing. I feel the weight of his body pushing against me, forcing me backwards. As I lay back, I grab the beer from between my legs and move it out of the way. His hand moves from my hair, and down my arm, gently caressing it. I feel his leg moving over mine, and I spread my legs slightly to accommodate him. James moves his hand off my arm, and onto my outer thigh. Our kisses become more intense, even more passionate, tasting each other, our mouths getting hungrier for each other by the minute. As his hand slowly moves up my body, he rubs it side to side over my stomach before continuing upwards to my breasts. He breaks our kiss, moving to my neck and shoulder. I turn my head slightly as he unknowingly has found my weak spot. I love my neck kissed and nibbled, and my body responds with my level of arousal now skyrocketing. I moan louder as his hand gently squeezes my breast through my tank top and bra, making me lift my shoulder and pushing myself into his hand. I feel his thigh push upwards between my legs, pressing against my jeans. Being sensitive from earlier, the roughness of the fabric against my tender flesh sends waves of pleasure through my body. His fingers find my hardening nipple, and he gently pinches it, making me gasp loudly. He kisses his way back up my neck, his lips quickly covering mine again. His large frame is firmly against me, and I can feel his cock pressing into my thigh. I reach my hand down, immediately taking a hold of him through his shorts. As I feel how large he is, I moan appreciatively. I think to myself, his cock has to be at least 8 1/2" in length, and quite thick too. I rub my hand up and down the length of his cock, feeling his incredible hardness, the way his shorts are stretched and tenting. With his mouth still covering mine, he lets go of my nipple, and slides his hand down to my jeans. Expecting him to unzip my jeans, he pulls my tank top upwards instead. I arch my back allowing for it to slide up my back easily. Slipping his hand underneath my tank top, he quickly moves it upwards, taking a hold of my breast. Squeezing it harder, I push into his hand again. His mouth moves away from mine, and down to my neck again. "Ohh, yessss," I moan. "MMmmm, that feels so good." "Mmmm hmmmmm," he moans in response. His hand pushes underneath the bottom edge of my bra, moving it up and over my large breast. His index finger and thumb immediately close onto my nipple. I love having my nipples played with, and his touch is exhilarating. As he squeezes it, he gives it a twist sending those familiar and electrifying spasms all through me, deep into my pussy. I squeeze tighter onto him through his shorts, while his thigh grinds against my crotch. I tilt my hips upwards slightly, making the fabric of my jeans press harder onto me. James moves his head lower, biting at my unattended nipple though my tank top. Stopping only for a moment, he pushes my bra up and over my other breast, then immediately returns his mouth onto me. I arch my back responding to his incredible touch. Having my nipples receiving this attention always makes wet, and this time is no exception. Little does James know how incredibly wet he is making me. I run my fingers through his hair, pulling it slightly, my other hand roaming over his muscular shoulders. Roughly pulling my tank top up, he exposes my breasts completely to him. I can't wait to feel the heat of his mouth directly on me, and as he takes my nipple into his mouth, he rolls on top of me. I spread my legs to accommodate his body as he positions himself on me. I've always liked the feel of a man on top of me, and having his weight pressing down one me, forces my breath from my lungs. His fingers squeeze my breasts firmly, sinking them into me, as his mouth alternates from one nipple to the other. "Oh fuck...you're driving me crazy," I murmur. "MMmmm, good," he replies. "That's kinda what I had planned," he says quickly before resuming his attention to my darkening nipples. I take my hands off him for just a moment so I can wriggle enough to remove my tank top and bra. I want to see him working his fingers and mouth on me, and in particular his tongue flicking back and forth over my nipples. With his body pressing onto mine, I tilt my hips upwards, pushing myself into his torso, my knees bent for leverage. Startled by a loud moan from several feet away, I had completely forgotten about John. Unperturbed by the moan, James continues his attention to my nipples, biting, sucking, pinching them. "Shit!" I exclaim. Pausing for only a second, James responds to me, "What's wrong Darlin'?" "I forgot he was there...we need to stop," I whisper with a sense of urgency. "We're fine...trust me. He's out," James replies, looking at me and smiling, his fingers still playing with my nipples. "Uh uh...I can't...I got a little carried away, but with him there, so close to us...I just can't," I say reaching for my tank top. James sighs loudly and still laying on me, give me barely enough leeway to pull my tank top on. With it pulled down must over my breasts, James moves directly over me again. Leaning down, he kisses me very gently. I immediately respond to his mouth covering mine, my lips parting as his tongue slips inside. Running my hands up his sides, I pull him down onto me, our kiss quickly intensifying. The incredible hardness of his cock is painfully pressing against me, but I am quickly becoming oblivious to it. Once again, his sex appeal is getting the better of me. I push my hips upwards feeling his hardness grinding against me. His cock is so hard and my hands move down his muscular back, gripping his firm round ass. He moves to kiss my neck again, making me writhe beneath him. "Ohhhh...God, that feels sooo good." "I can make you feel even better," James whispers. "MMMmmmm," I moan in response. He reaches down between us, his fingers quickly finding the button and zipper of my jeans. Once open, his hand slides inside, pushing further in until his fingertips reach my smooth and wet folds. He moans appreciatively as he feels how incredibly wet I am. Rolling off me, with his back facing towards John, he keeps his hand inside my jeans, his fingers probing. I open my legs a little wider so he can better feel me, giving him better access my wetness. James covers my mouth with his, kissing me passionately. His tongue slides into my mouth, and my immediate response is to suck on it. I tilt my hips, lifting my ass upwards as his finger sinks inside me. I moan into his mouth again as I feel the intrusion into my pussy. He breaks our kiss and watches my reaction to his finger sliding in and out of me. "Fuck, you're so hot...so wet," he murmurs. "MMMmmmm, yeah...oohhhhh fuck!" James pulls his finger from my pussy, rubbing it over my clit. From my long ride and playing, my clit is so extremely sensitive, and his touch makes me shudder all over. He kisses my neck, making me wriggle and squirm. His mouth moves up and down my neck as he drives his finger deep into me. Curling it upwards, he quickly finds my g-spot. My hips buck up and down as he quickly and somewhat surprisingly, brings me to my orgasm. "Oh my God!" I exclaim. "Yeah...you're so close...cum for me," James whispers. "Let it go Babe." Hearing his words and feeling his finger applying more pressure on my g-spot, I heave my hips upwards once more, my thighs closing against his hand. I moan loudly, my back arching, my body stiffening as I cum. "Ahhhhh fuccckkkkk!" "MMMmmmmm, nice," he says as his lips gently touch mine. I hungrily suck his tongue into my mouth, biting the tip of it as I ride the waves of my orgasm. My pussy spasms on his finger, squeezing it. "MMMmmmmm." As my body relaxes, my legs ease the pressure on his hand. James pulls back, our lips slowly parting. I open my eyes to see him smiling at me. He slips his hand out of my jeans, and quickly puts his finger into his mouth. "Mmmm, you taste good." Giggling at his comment, I can only think of one response, "I know." "Damn Darlin', you are quite something," James says before kissing me gently. "You're not too bad yourself," I say blushing. I reach down and button up my jeans, wriggling as I tuck in my tank top. I sit up and grab my beer, drinking the last few mouthfuls of it. "Ahhh, I needed that." James leans back, his hand moving to his bulging shorts. "So how about you give me a little treat?" he asks with a grin. "Hmmm, what did you have in mind?" I answer back with a tilt of my head. "Whatever you want Babe." I am so tempted to just pull his shorts down and take his cock into my mouth, but at the same time I am just a little hesitant to do so. "C'mon...you know you'd love to feel this," James says stroking his cock through his shorts. "Anything you wanna do is fine with me." I unconsciously lick my lips, thinking about how good his cock must feel. I sit for a few more seconds debating what I want to do when James takes a hold of my hand and places it on his cock. With his hand atop mine, he moves it up and down the length of his rock hard shaft. I curl my fingers around it tighter, surprised at just how hard his cock is. James removes his hand from mine, and at the same time, I let go of him. Sliding my hand inside his shorts, I feel the immense heat emanating from him, and much to my delight, the tip is already very wet with precum. Shifting my position a few inches, I slide my hand out of his shorts, then lick it, making it wet with my saliva. Pulling his shorts down slightly with other hand, I slide the wet one back into his shorts, grasping his cock tight. James lays back on the grass, his cock pointing straight up. I look him over as I begin to stroke his cock, his muscular body making me want more than just his cock in my hand. I want to feel him...all of him...I want so much more. I close my eyes and imagine his cock sliding in and out of my pussy as my hand caresses and strokes him. Gripping James' shaft tighter, I move my hand up and down faster, sliding my other hand inside his shorts and playing with his big tight balls. He groans loudly as my fingers gently squeeze them, my nails digging into his tender skin. I feel his hand on my ass, rubbing it as my own hand picks up speed on his cock. "MMmmmm, that feels sooo good Babe..." Unable to resists my own desires, I lean over and extend my tongue, touching it to the tip of his precum coated cock. Mmmmm, I do love his taste. Swirling my tongue around the swollen head, I hear James groan again...this time louder than before. Sucking just the end of the tip gently, I feel him lift his hips upwards. I nibble on it, before slipping only the head into my warm moist mouth. "Ahhhh fuck," James moans. "Suck me more." I slide my mouth down onto him, taking in his cock, making it wet all over. I slowly pull his incredibly hard shaft from my mouth, letting it slip out from between my lips. I sit up and stroke his cock faster, up and down the complete length of his cock. I lay down along side him, my lips finding his. With my body pressing against James, I moan quietly as we kiss, my hand still moving up and down. He lifts his hips up and down in response to my hand, pushing his cock more firmly into it. I let go of his cock long enough to relick my hand, making it wet and slick again. As I curl my fingers around his girth again, James moans louder, gripping my wrist and making me stroke him faster. It's been so long since I gave anyone a hand job, as I usually use my mouth for that added stimulation and pleasure, and I am having a hard time gauging how fast he might cum. It doesn't take long to find out as he moans out loud, "aarrrrgghhhh, fuck...I'm gonna cum!" "MMmmmm...yeah cum for me." No sooner than I have finished my response, I feel his cock swelling, quickly getting fatter in my hand. James moans once again as his hot sticky cum erupts from the head of his cock. I look down to see cum spurting out of his slit over and over again, shooting up a few inches before landing back down on my hand and his stomach. I slowly squeeze his cock from the base all the way to the top, getting every last drop of cum from him before eventually releasing my hold on him. "Aaahhhhh, man...you've got one hell of a grip," James says quietly as he massages my ass. Looking at my cum covered hand, I lay back on the grass next to him, and teasingly start to lick and suck my fingers. He looks over at me as I slip one finger into my mouth at a time, tasting his cum. "Too bad you didn't do that more to my cock," he says with a grin. As I finish licking my fingers, I giggle, "Yeah?...but who says I won't?" James props himself up on his elbow and beams a smile at me. "I sure hope you will." I lift myself up onto my elbow facing him, "How much longer do you think John will be out?" I ask teasingly. "Hard to tell...he could wake up at any time...or he could sleep for another hour," he replies. "What did you have in mind?" "I have a few ideas..." I pause for a moment looking over his shoulder at John still sleeping on the grass a few feet away. "But it doesn't necessarily involve a third party." James peers over his shoulder for a few seconds at John, before turning his attention back to me. "Too bad...he would really go for something like that...and I might too," he says with a wicked grin. "Yeah, I bet you would," I reply with a giggle. James continues to look at me, smiling, his eyes moving up and down my body. "Yeah, I would definitely like to see and feel more of you Darlin'." I feel my cheeks flush, and before I can stop myself, I blurt out, "So what are we waiting for?" "I am sure we can figure something out," James replies as he leans towards me, kissing me gently. We hear a groan coming from John's direction and we both look over as John rubs his eyes and sits up. "Hey man...what's going on?" he asks still a little drowsy. I sit up and look over towards John as James answers him, "Nothin' much...just hanging out and talking while you sleep off your beer," he says with a chuckle. "Yeah, whatever dude," John shoots back. "How long was I out?" "I dunno...I wasn't lookin' at the clock," James replies. John looks over at me inquisitively. "Don't ask me...I wasn't lookin' at a clock either. We were just sitting here having a couple of beers...getting to know each other," I say looking at James and grinning mischievously. John looks at James, then back at me again. "Oh, man! I missed out on something." "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I ask trying to sound pissed at his insinuation, but before John has a chance to say anything, I start to smirk, making it blatantly obvious something had happened. "Yeah, that's what I thought...damn!" John slaps the ground next to him. "I knew I shouldn't have layed down," he says. "Yep, your loss," James responds laughing. John sits quietly for a few seconds shaking his head. "OK...so since I missed out, are we gonna float some more man or what?" James turns towards me, his hand resting on my thigh. "What did you have planned Babe?" "Whatever, I dunno. I do still have a long ride ahead of me...and would prefer to get the bike home before dark. If you don't have anything planned for after your float..." my words trail off, leaving my statement unfinished, and in a way hoping James will make a suggestion...one that will be a fun, beneficial and sexual. "We don't have far to float before we're done...and when we're done, we're heading back to town," James says quietly. "And when we get back to town, I want to see you...later on...tonight." Leaning closer to me, he gently rubs his hand up and down my thigh, whispering in my ear, "The way I see it, I figure by the time we get back and you've ridden that giant vibrator of yours home, you'll be aching for a little more of that satisfaction I just know you'll be craving." He finishes his suggestion by kissing me on my neck. I tremble in response, as my mind races as to the prospect of what other incredible pleasures being with James has in store for me. "I knew it!" John says loudly. "I knew you guys had been up to somethin'." Grinning at John, I turn my attention back to James. I rest my hand his thigh and as I slowly slide it upwards, I speak softly, "Sounds good...but by the way...it's not a giant vibrator...it's 883ccs of 100% pure American Muscle, Baby." As my hand reaches inside his shorts, James seizes my wrist, holding it there. "I've got your 100% pure American Muscle right here, Baby," he says with a smile while keeping me in his grasp for a few seconds. "So are we gonna get going or what dude?" John asks impatiently. Just Enjoying the Ride "Yeah...we are," James replies. James pauses for a few seconds before standing up and offering me his hand, helping me to my feet. John makes his way to the boat and climbs in, and not surprisingly reaches into the cooler for another beer. I take a minute to give James my phone number, not really expecting him to call. He kisses me on the cheek before turning and heading to the boat. Pushing it into the water, I stand and watch as they guys float away, and as the fast flowing river takes them out of sight, James waves to me, blowing me a kiss. I sigh heavily before reaching down and picking up my jacket, and slowly walking back to my Harley. I swing my leg over the seat, and pull the choke out enough for an easy start. Firing it up, I grin as the motor roars to life once again, thinking about James' comment...my giant vibrator. Hmmm, very funny. I tuck my hair up into my helmet and wait about a minute for it to warm up before kicking it into gear and turning towards the highway. I sit for a moment at the stop sign at the exit of the parking area, thinking...pondering...deciding which direction to turn; towards town or the opposite direction, heading further up river.