0 comments/ 43050 views/ 1 favorites The Ride By: CrzAccGrl It was a warm spring day when two friends were feeling naughty and decided to go to a neighbourhood erotica store to see what kind of fun toys they could purchase. As they walked over to the bus stop, he could not help but notice the denim dress she was wearing, and how it molded the shape of her breasts and waist beautifully and how it showed off her legs. They got on the bus and sat down across from each other. Another woman sat down next to her and the two friends looked at each other smiling, both feeling extremely naughty. After a couple of minutes, the other woman got off the bus, and the two friends were the only ones left on the bus. After looking around, she slowly started to uncross her legs. Making sure that he was paying attention, she started opening her legs up wide, smiling evilly and mouthing the words "No underwear" to her friend. His eyes started getting wide as he watched her moving her left hand towards her clit and discreetly started to rub herself lightly. After double checking to make sure the coast was clear, she moved her right hand down and inserted a finger inside and started moving it in and out, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. He was going crazy by this time and simply could not help unzipping his jeans and starting to stroke himself a little. Pulling the foreskin back, he was amazed at how hard he was, and how much precum was dripping onto his boxer shorts. They stared into each other’s eyes as they masturbated, both getting even more excited watching the other person. Just then, the bus turned onto the transit way, and the lights turned off. She quickly got up and motioned him to follow her to the back of the bus. When they got to the back, she sat him down, sat down beside him, and then knelt down as if she was adjusting her sandals so that the seat hid her. He was astounded by what she did next – leaning over and licking the tip of his penis lightly. He gasped and she looked up. "Careful, silly boy, you’ll get us caught for sure" she teased him lightly. She bent over and placed him in her mouth roughly, licking the tip and underside with her tongue while she moved up and down placing a suction feeling on the tip of his penis, lightly at first, and then harder and harder as she progressed. He played with her hair while she was doing this, marveling at how bold she was and how much he loved it. After a few minutes, he felt the familiar tingling in his balls and whispered "I’m gonna come soon if you don’t stop that." She simply smiled and continued to lick him, even more aggressively than before. She looked up and they locked eyes as he groaned softly and then came deeply into her mouth. She struggled to swallow the enormous amount that there was, all the while looking deeply into his eyes. That one small thing turned him on more than ever and he stayed hard even after he had come. Checking again to make sure no one had noticed what they were doing, he grabbed her and sat her down on his rock hard member, facing away from him so that if anyone should get on the bus, it would look like she was just sitting on his lap. She almost screamed, it felt so good to have him inside of her. He thrust his hips up as she thrust hers backwards, slowly at first and then the tempo picked up and they moved faster and faster until anyone would have known what they were doing had they glanced over. He moved his hand over and started playing with her clit lightly making her breathe even faster. After a couple of minutes, she arched her back against him and started shuddering violently. It looked like she was having a seizure. The contractions of her pussy muscles around his cock made him come as well, spurting deep inside of her. They both sagged back, feeling spent. She got off him, and sat down beside him and leaned her head on his shoulder. Just then, the lights on the bus turned back on. She leaned over to kiss him, and the bus driver yelled "Hey now you kids, none of that here, ok?" They grinned at each other and continued to cuddle until they reached their stop. They got off the bus, and hand in hand, walked into the erotica shop. What did they buy, and how did they put it to good use, you might ask. Well, that will have to wait until the next story. ;-) The Ride It was going to be another HOT day! 7 o'clock in the morning, and already it was 95 degrees outside. I dreaded that long drive I had to make today. Knowing my a/c wasn't working in my van didn't help things any. I took a long COLD shower to try to cool down before my trip. After my shower I dressed in a t-shirt and some big floppy legged shorts, so I would be cool for my trip. Once inside my van, I wound my way through the traffic, till I got to the interstate. Once I got on the interstate, I set my "cruise control", and set back for a boring ride. When I make these trips, I always look down from my lofty "perch", to see if I can spot any legs, or dresses hiked up, to enhance my trip. I looked at each car that passed, it looked like it was going to be an uneventful trip! Then I something caught my eye, in my side mirror I could see a car was weaving a little bit. It wasn't reckless but, the driver didn't have her mind on driving. I could see that she had her windows down also, evidently her a/c didn't work either. I gradually slowed down, so that I could see what was going on. Maybe she was sleepy or looking for something. I couldn't believe my eyes, she was beautiful, long dark hair, and it was blowing in the breeze. So was her dress, it was made from very light material, and had pooled around her waist, exposing her very tan lovely legs. I reset my "cruise" so she would be just enough ahead of me, so she wouldn't notice me looking at her. I really don't think she would care, she had her left hand on the wheel, her right hand was partially hidden under her dress. THEN she started moving her hand in and out between her legs. It was then that I realized she had a LONG vibrator in her hand. she was working that tool slowly in and out of her honey hole. She was fully aroused, her nipples were very erect, I could see that she had no bra or panties on. She was really liking it, she would bury it to the max then bring it out slowly. It was all I could do to keep my eyes on the road and watch her too. I hadn't noticed it but I was getting aroused myself. I looked down and my manhood was hard and sticking out of my baggy shorts. I reached down and rubbed it, it felt good, then I stroked it a little, almost losing control of my van. When I looked back at her, she was getting more aroused, because she would plunge deep then pull it out, only to stop before inserting it again, and massage her clit with the tool. Then jam it back down inside her velvet triangle. She was driving me nuts. Then she started going faster and faster, her legs were closeting and opening faster and faster with each plunge of her tool. She arched her back and then slammed her legs together, and began to have her orgasm. When this happened, she lost control, I slowed down, she ran off the road and into the woods. I stopped and ran back to her car, she was knocked out, from hitting a small tree. She was laying length wise of the seat. I opened the door, her sweet smell of orgasm still filled the car. I gently pulled her legs out of the car, exposing her dripping beautiful dark mound. I looked around, we were hidden so, I said "why not"! So I knelt down and began to devour her wet, sweet pussy! It tasted so good. After several minutes she began to wake up! I think she liked it, because she grabbed me by the back of my head and buried my face in her love box. After several more minutes of this, she was about to cum again, so I flicked her clit faster with my tongue, she moaned deeply then came in my face, and I drank every drop of her sweet nectar. She then pushed me, till I fell on my back. She slid my shorts off, and began licking my already throbbing hard shaft. She was wonderful, very talented and beautiful. She licked my shaft till it was good and wet, then began to swallow my shaft. She sucked it good, let the head pop out, then go down on it again. After several minutes of this, she felt the throbbing and knew I was about to cum. She pulled my shaft out of her mouth, I came in the air, it looked like a fountain, then, when I had finished, she licked every bit of it up. Then proceeded to lick and suck some more, and to my surprise, I had life again in my once flaccid rod. She then began to guide my shaft into her wet pussy. It was tight, but she took it all in, it must have felt good and hurt at the same time, because she was biting her bottom lip. Slowly very slowly she worked herself up and down, I don't think it was hurting now, but feeling very good to her because she was riding me like a cowboy rides a bronco. Her breasts were perfectly formed, with the prettiest nipples I had ever seen. I squeezed her nipples and she fucked me harder, she started fucking me faster. I was about to cum and she was too! I pushed deeper inside her and unloaded another blast of cum, and she in return did the same. I must have passed out then. When I awoke she was gone, but not the memory of this "RIDE". The Ride It was a weekday summer night at the Trane Station. For the evening, I had done nothing much more than keep the music going, talk with some customers, and nurse a single long ago warmed beer. The night sky was full of stars with a moon somewhere between yellow and orange. It was beautiful outside and I found myself wanting to be out there, doing something, moving, experiencing it somehow. I remember moving past a table and stopping to say hello when I heard someone at the door call my name. Trane, they called, there's someone outside asking for you. It seemed clear that whoever it was intended for me to come outside. Shit, I muttered, either somebody's locked their keys in their car again, or somebody's car has gotten scratched, or some fool thrown up in the sidewalk, it's gotta be one of those. I walked out the door and saw none of that. I looked around for whoever it might be wanting me. I saw no one but a lone motorcyclist near the curb. It didn't take but a moment to realize the motorcyclist was a woman. She sat astride a new Yamaha FJ1100. The bike rumbled impatiently between her legs as she looked at me from inside a black helmet with a dark grayed full face shield. Her long curly black hair hung from the back of the helmet. She wore a black leather riding jacket and black leather chaps over a hot pink bikini bottom. I didn't have time to wonder or see what was beneath the jacket before she waggled a finger at me telling me to come closer. Long ago I determined that my momma didn't raise a complete fool, so accordingly I took the three steps across the sidewalk to her. She reached to the seat behind her, picked up a leather jacket and helmet, and tossed me both of them. The jacket fit perfectly, I noticed the XL when I put it on. How did she know, I wondered. I buckled the helmet and watched her pat the seat behind her. I had one leg over the bike and was settling onto the seat when the bike spoke and we were off moving east on Madison Avenue. Cooper Avenue was only three city blocks east, but she'd already hit third gear before we got there. I had my hands on her sides, trying to be a gentleman rider, but still not wanting to fall off and bust my ass. She downshifted and slowed the bike, letting it lay into the curved as she turned. At the next block we caught a red light. She braked and let the bike rumble as it waited for her instruction. As we waited and the light change became imminent, she reached back and took each of my hands. Her grip was firm but gentle. In a smooth motion she pulled my hands in front of her until I could grip my fingers in a wrestler's hold. I got the message: hold on or get fucked up. The light changed and she leaned forward into a crouch as the bike responded. I leaned with her and we roared down Poplar Avenue, west this time toward the river. As the bike gathered speed and the wind hammered up the legs of my khaki shorts I began to wonder who this woman was. Considering a few things, I thought I should be able to figure this out. Maybe five feet, four inches or so, I guessed, strong, broad shoulders and torso, great ass, presently pressing into my crotch, a hint of perfume, even in the wind, or was it her hair I smelled? Was the scent Poison? When she passed between two cars driving beside each other I suddenly gave little specific thought to her identity anymore. The woman could handle a bike and my hard cock pressed against her ass certainly didn't seem to distract her. Flying west to the river, I could smell the water, the smell of the Mississippi, coming to us in the air. My bike pilot was low over the gas tank, merging with the machine that screamed between her legs. Me, I got as close to her as I could. My chest was on her back without transferring my weight to her. My hands were beneath her belly coming into occasional contact with her bare skin. Goddamn, I told myself, this woman can ride. We hit Riverside and screamed north alongside the river. The moonlight glistened across the water, giving dull light to the barge traffic that flew by us. Just north of the city we hit a long stretch of two lane road with nothing, absolutely nothing in front of us. The bike seemed to sense the circumstances for itself because we were suddenly transformed into a beam of black light. I peeked around the pilot's shoulder and saw the needle dance happily past one hundred miles an hour. There is no other way to describe it than to say at that moment she and I and the bike became one. We traveled through the air as one hunk of roaring sound and pulse. Death was no issue, nor was life. It was Being then, merging with all that was around us, all that ever was or will be. I thought those things, I actually did, but my philosophical reflection ended when her left hand took mine and eased it under the front edge of her jacket. After sending me there, she returned her hand to its proper place, mine was left to feel the hardened nipple, the full, aroused breast. Being a fair man at heart, I moved my right hand under her jacket to give her right breast equal time. So, we rode there like that for eternity, or so it seemed, our bodies pressed into an almost perfect machine, her nipples pushing dents in my palms. I wondered in that moment if we could live the rest of our lives like that, both of us straddling a screaming machine, her breasts doing wondering things to my hands, her ass taunting my cock, but it was my youth wondering all that, I know. When she began to slow the machine and make several turns taking us further north of the city, into rolling farm country, I sensed she had a grander plan. I was right. Shelby Forest is a state park maybe fifteen miles north of Memphis. It's wooded area covers the natural rolling bluffs overlooking the Mississippi River. In years past, a lot of river traffic avoided landing in the city by beaching themselves on these bluff, but no more. Now the park was a dawn to dusk preserve with hiking trails and a lake with pretty good fishing. The barrier across the road with the sign saying, "Park Closed," barely slowed the bike pilot and her magnificent machine. We wove around the barrier and she was back into third gear in perhaps four of my heartbeats, probably only two of hers. The park was ours along with some sleeping ranger somewhere. She took us artfully through tight hairpin curves, downshifting and accelerating skillfully. The woman could ride. We rode maybe three miles into the park to the fishing lake. I had given up guessing what she had in mind when she pulled into the parking lot. We rode right up to the boat dock before she cut off the machine beneath us. The sound of its cooling engine mixed with the night sounds of crickets, and frogs, and my heart. Ever being the gentleman, I had taken my hands from her breasts when we had moved into the park. I'm not exactly sure why, but it seemed like the thing to do. We sat there in silence, her back to me, both of us looking out over the moonlit lake. She reached up and loosened the helmet strap, lifted it off her head, and shook her hair. My helmet was already off, so I just watched and smelled, realizing that it was Poison I smelled. I moved off the bike to give her room to dismount. She still hadn't taken her eyes off the lake. "How about a boat ride, John?" was all she said. "It would be my pleasure," I told her, trying to convince myself I knew it was her all along. The line of john boats along the bank was neat and unsecured. We chose the one on the end and pushed out into the lake. I rowed as she sat facing me. Her smile and dark eyes were magnificent, her hands slender, one hand growing nails, I noticed, as she unzipped the front of her jacket. Her breasts caught the moonlight proudly, her nipples still hard from the ride. I stopped rowing when we reached the middle of the lake. We drifted for a moment, still not talking. I reached across to her drawing her closer until we sat facing each other. I kissed her then and immediately remembered how good it had been and how long ago it was. Her lips were so soft yet expressive. Her tongue so alive, aggressive but patient. A man doesn't often like to admit it but I melted then as she kissed me. As with the ride, I wondered in that moment why we just couldn't live the rest of our lives like that, our mouths pressed together. Again, it was surely my youth but a person can dream. Clothes came off in the midst of our kiss. I thought my shirt ended up in the lake but didn't care. I don't think our lips parts before we were both naked in the night air, the moonlight, and the mosquitoes. I was on my back in the bottom of the john boat, my head resting on a slated seat when she mounted me. Her lips held me with her kiss as her pussy slid down the length of me. Our breath came as one movement of air as her hips moved up and down on me, occasionally pausing to grind her pubic bone into mine. I put my hands on her breasts and pushed her up, breaking the kiss to move my mouth to her nipples. I watched her eyes close as she began to grind herself into me in earnest. She was fucking me, fucking herself, riding me as she had ridden the bike. The juice from her pussy ran down over me, wetting my cock, my pubic hair, my balls, as she fucked me. I pulled her nipples into my mouth, sucking them harder and harder while running my tongue around them. When she came her pussy gripped and released me irregularly while she held her breath. Her eyes opened to find mine and she smiled. The smile stayed on her face, in her eyes, as she moved off my cock and down my body. She took me in her hand and began to lick her cum from my cock with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue. She watched me watch her, enjoying, I could tell, the way I was transfixed by what she did to me. My guess is that she could tell from the flinch in my balls that I was about to cum, because she moved to lick the underside of the head while she stroked the shaft with her hand. No matter how, she was right, I soon sent spasms of white cum upward and onto my stomach. She smiled at me and watch each surge from my cock as she milked me with her hand until the last bead of cum ran down the front of my cock. She caught it with her tongue and began to move up my body. She stretched out flat on top of me and kissed me, the tastes of our passion mingling in our mouths. I caught sight of a mosquito on her ass and reached down to slap it. "Naughty, naughty," she giggled and kissed me again. The Ride It had been a rather hot and humid summer here in the Western Carolinas. The schools had just started back and football was in full bloom both high school and college, which was fine if you're a football fan. I am not. It was not fall yet but you could tell it was on its way. The sun was setting earlier everyday and the mornings were cool but not cold yet. Labor Day weekend and Labor Day its self was rainy and the temps in the middle to upper sixties. Liz and I did not get to do what we wanted to and that's OK we still had a good time. See; she works first shift and I work second, both of us having to put in a lot of over time where we work, so our time off did not go to waste. It was just September for crying out loud; the leaves were not even changing. There it was, Our Harley Davidson, just sitting they're calling our names. Liz, Rusty come on what are you waiting for, come on lets go. The sun is out and it is so pretty. We both felt it at the same time and the race was on to get Jackets, gloves and every thing else we needed. I was so excited I could not stand it. Finally we were ready and on our way. She was driving and I was behind her on the passenger seat. It was about noon I guess the sun was out and it was as clear as clear could be. I bet you could see for 50 miles, but at 65 miles per hour it was sure nice to have a leather jacket. Liz won by getting to the bike first so she was getting to drive first, I did not mind riding behind her because she was good on the bike and she knew it. She kept teasing me by sliding her ass back against my cock, taunting me, getting me excited. I looked over Liz's shoulder and noticed the gloves she had on were half finger gloves. "Hey, ain't your fingers cold?" "Hell yes they are cold and that's not all that's not all that's cold either." "Oh, really." "My nose and legs are cold too!" "Let me feel them and see." I reached around her large breasts and sure enough her nipples were sticking out like ten-penny nails. When I felt that I knew what was going to get hard on me. My mind started to wonder; I mean just for a split second and she hit the throttle almost throwing me completely off the back seat. "Are you crazy doing that to me out here on the freeway?" screamed Liz. "Well get off the freeway and I'll do it again." I did not get a chance to feel whatever else was cold not then anyway. It was not long before her hands were to cold to drive the bike. About 5 maybe 6 miles up the road we pulled onto the exit ramp and took a left and pulled into the Waffle House. We had left in such a hurry we did not stop to think about eating and we had not eaten anything since early that morning. We got something to eat and some hot coffee to warm us up. It took us about 45 minutes in the Waffle House before we were ready to ride again. We had not ridden that far maybe 25 miles but it felt like a lot longer with cool temperature and on the way back she let me drive because I had full finger gloves. They were full fingers but, they were summer gloves anyway we headed toward home. It was not long till I knew what she was talking about when her fingers got cold. Now mine were. "Fingers get cold yet?" asked Liz. "You ain't just kidding, we'll stop up here at a place I know and get some different gloves." "OK, if that's what you want to do." I shook my head yes and before I knew it she had her hands up the back of my jacket and inside my shirt with her cold fingers against my back. I gasped for air and chill bumps went all over me. Her fingers were like ice cubes. She reached around me to my belly button and started playing the hair on my stomach. I yelled when the cold air went up around and inside my jacket and my shirt, it was like I was riding with nothing on at all. It was so cold even my balls had goose bumps. Liz reached down to the zipper of my pants and started to unzip them. I could not stand it, my heart was pounding and my mind was getting fuzzy. We had talked about having sex on the bike, but now? I found the exit and we quickly got off the interstate and got the store. When we got there she just hoped off the back and started inside. When I got off I noticed people glancing at me and quickly turning away with smile on their faces. I looked in the mirror of the bike to find my clothes a mess and my pants still unzipped. "SHIT!" I screamed. "What" Liz said as she was turning around then busted out laughing. The heat in my face let me know I was blushing and badly. Even though the wind was cold. The thought of her unzipping my pants at 60 miles an hour I could not help it if my cock was thick and hard; but now I was standing there with my problem in hand and her laughing. I think it was my bright red face that made her laugh. As people walked by and saw my red face then giving me the once over a few of them snickered and a few of them got as embarrassed as I did. One woman only smiled and starred the whole time she walked by. Liz was already inside and all I could do was smile back. Just when I thought I was ready to go inside I looked up threw the glass windows to see where Liz was, several people were watching me. I reached the door and started inside, there was clapping and cheering, whistling. "He made it! HE finally made it!" Every one in the place was cheering. The heat in my face returned with a vengeance. With the heat came a lot of emotions; first was dumbfoundness of being caught off guard, second was pure anger and it hit me like a swarm of bees after there nest had just been knocked out of a tree but that did not last long, and last came laughter. I guess it would have been funny if it had happened to somebody else but me. I saw Liz standing in the corner of the store checking out some skullcaps. Her face was about as red as mine so I took a bow and patted myself on the back with my right hand. As I walked toward Liz I raised my hands as if accepting the applause and received several high five's and YOU GO Man, YOU GO. Liz was standing there with her hands over her mouth and shacking her head in disbelieve to all that was happening. Before long everything was back to normal and we made our way around to the counter where the gloves were. The clerk came over to help us and I picked out a pair of insulated gloves for winter riding. The only thing was they did not have any in Liz's size so that meant I would have to drive home. As we approached the check out counter I felt a hand on my shoulder and a voice that said "Nice ride Rusty and nice riding." I turned to see who it was; it was Al one of the set up guys at work. "Hey Al," I said. "Little cool for riding ain't it," Al said. "It's a little cooler than I thought." "You live near by?" "Not far, about 6 or 7 miles maybe." "That's good, hate to see you have a wreck or something." "Don't worry we're on our way home now to get warm and then settle in for a movie." "Movie sounds like a good idea it's going to get cold tonight." "Yea, down in the 30's I heard." "Say you working 2nd shift tomorrow?" "Always, you?" "NA, I'll be on 1st for the next month." As I turned to leave I told Al I would see him when I got there. He told me to count in it but I did not think anything about it. I just got my gloves and headed out. There were several people gathered at the windows watching. I guess to see whom I left with. We got back on our bike and headed for the interstate. As we got off the exit ramp and into the highway I could tell a good difference the temperature and so could she, even though Liz was behind me the air was still cold. "Your hands cold again yet?" I yelled back. "Yes; worse than before, how much further until we get home?" "15 maybe 20 minutes." I suggested that she put her hands into the pockets of my jacket, I thought that would help her hands stay warm and I told her not to try anything cute either. "It's to damn cold for that," Liz replied. She did put her hands in my pockets and stayed as close to my back as she could to shield her from the wind. We got about a half-mile from home, that's where the road turns to gravel. She goosed me in both sides and shouted. "Rusty you better hurry!" "Why?" "This god damn gravel, it's doing it again!" "Doing what again?" "You know," Liz said in a strained voice. "Hold on we're almost there, take the keys from my belt." When she reached and got my keys she reached around and squeezed my shaft a little. I was hoping to get lucky today. I was looking forward to what was going to take place that evening with such eagerness you would think I was a child on Christmas Eve. "If you don't hurry up," Liz said. "What?" I replied in smurcky voice. " I'm going to pee on both of us if don't hurry up, this gravel road does it every time!" Liz said almost in tears. I started laughing as I drove into the driveway and she slapped me on the shoulder. "Don't laugh, you knew it was coming." She was right. Every since we moved to our new house that gravel road has done it her without fail. Even when we go to her parents house and they live only 11 miles away and she pees before we leave, when we hit that gravel road she has to go again without fail. It even does it when we're in the car. As I pulled into the carport and the kill switch and came to a stop, she was off the bike and up the stairs with key in her hand. As she put the key in the lock Liz turned and said, "This ride is not over yet." I was not sure what she meant; so I stayed outside in the carport puttering around. About 15 minutes later she came to the door and said. "It's almost 5:30, what do you want for supper?" "Doesn't matter; what do you want?" "How about some B.L.T. sandwiches?" "Sounds good to me." "What are you still doing out here anyway?" "Well; you said this ride wasn't over yet." "THAT'S, not what I meant!" Liz said in a sarcastic tone. I went in by the laundry room and removed my jacket and checked my zipper: it was up: and on into the den and took off my boots and put on my bedroom slippers and on to bathroom to wash my hands. "Beacon smells good," I said. "Sandwiches will be ready in a minute; why don't you go and uncover the hot tub and check the water temperature and when we finish eating we'll get in and relax and get warm," Liz replied. "All right!" When I got the cover off, the steam filled the room and water temperature was 87 degrees. The room was a sunroom that I had built on the back of the house when we first moved in 2 years ago. It was not a professionally done job but it was fine for what we wanted; just a room were we could relax, or just read a book if that's what we wanted to do. "Sandwiches are ready, come on in!" Liz shouted out the window. We each ate 2 sandwiches, some chips and a couple of diet colas to drink. She had on thick cotton bathrobe that she had gotten; several years ago, she made that worn-out thing look good. When we finished eating I went to change into something I could get into the hot tub in, but when I returned to the room she was gone. "LIZ, where are you!" I yelled. "I'm waiting on you; in the hot tube." When I got to the sunroom she was already in the hot tub: NAKED. "Strip out of those shorts and c-o-m-e on in," Liz said with a grin on her face. Seeing her there in the water n-a-k-e-d with the only light in the room the light in the hot tub itself. It was so beautiful I mean she was so beautiful; it was a picture perfect moment. I mean I almost had an orgasm right there and then. I striped off as quickly as I could and started up the steps to get in the hot tub, only when I got one foot in the hot tub She reached and grabbed me by my cock and balls. Man; I went tumbling in landing on top of her. "Not bad for an old guy, huh?" I said. "What is wrong with you?" Liz asked, your going to kill us both before we have any fun. "I'm sorry, but you started it." "O-H no I did not!" she screamed with a smile. "Yes you did!" "When?" "When we were on the way to the bike store." "Who grabbed whose tits on the way to the Waffle House!" Liz screamed. "Who was sliding they're cute ass back against my cock?" "O-H Yeah; I forgot," she said my voice low and soft. "OK then." We both sat down and let bubbles do there magic. My cock was so hard, I thought it was going to pop and she got up and started drying off. "Where are you going?" I asked. "Inside: cover up the tub and come on, but be careful the floor is slick." "All right, be right there." Well, I did as I was asked to do and put the cover back on the hot tub and just to be safe I turned the water temperature down a little. Liz was standing at the door when I got there and took me by the hand and led me back to the bedroom where she sat on the edge of the bed. Her rob was open and hanging so that the edges were hanging just inside the nipples of her large tits as I turned to sit down beside her she pulled me in front of her. "I've been looking forward to this all day," Liz said as pulled the towel from around my waist. "Wait a minute; what about you?" "Don't worry about me, I'll get mine later," Liz replied in a voice that was soft but confident at the same time. Looking down into her soft aqua marine eyes I cupped her face in my hands and the twinkle in those eyes and her short blonde hair was breath taking. It was no wonder why my heart still skips every time I look at her. I pulled her up to me and kissed her softly and told her that I loved her more today than yesterday. Liz kissed me back passionately, then started kissing my neck and on down to nipples and on to belly button playing with the hair on my stomach as she continued down and giving me chill bumps. Rubbing her hands down to my cock and my balls and around to my butt checks. She kissed the head of my cock then slide it all the way into her hot, wet mouth, up and down- up and down she went stopping every so often and just moving her tongue around on the bottom of it. My cock was so hard I feel the pounding of my heart in it. I gasped for air and started to moan from the pleasure I was feeling. She was pulling and pushing me back and forth sliding my hard cock between her full moist lips. I had to pull back. "What's the matter?" she asked pulling me back to her placing my cock between her 36DD breasts. "I'm not ready for that yet." You're not? "No, not yet." I just pushed her back softly on to her back and went straight for her cunt. She gave in easily and spread her legs. I kissed her clitoris and played with it with my tongue. "Harder", was the only thing that came from her lips? "Like this", I replied. "Yes, oh yes, just like that." "Now slower." Liz just crossed her ankles and let them rest across my shoulder blades. I looked up so I could see the expression on her face, only to find her rubbing her nipples with her fingers and her eyes closed. "Don't stop," she said, "You can do this all night." That really got me going I licked and sucked even harder. Up and down, up and down across her clitoris with my tongue. "You've got me burning now," she whimpered, "burning deep down inside." Her breathing was heavy and short. I slowed down and moved back to her lips. "Rusty; I want to ride," Liz said. "Now." "Yes, I want you inside me." She literally rolled me over in the bed and was on top of me before I knew it. Grinding her cunt and clitoris against my cock and me. We both were panting for breath trying not to cum before the other one did. She leaned forward and rubbed her nipples against my lips, so started sucking on them as I raised up on my elbows. "Deeper," she said. "That's right, oh yea; that's it." She grabbed me and pulled me up the rest of the way locking her arms around my shoulders digging her finger nails in a little. "Oh Rusty, I can't wait." "I'm ready, too." MY knees were week and trembling and I think my toes even started curling up. We both climaxed at the same time and our body fluids went everywhere, and the bed was soaking wet. "I like it when you ride me cowgirl style." "You do?" "Yes I do." "I'll have to remember that." After we both had rested enough to change the sheets we kissed each other and fell asleep in each other's arms. Early the nest morning the alarm clock woke us up and we could hardly keep our hands off each other while trying to get dressed, much less eat breakfast. She had to be at work early so we said our good byes and the day had begun. She called me from work on her lunch break, just to tell me she loved me and to see how I spent the morning. I told her I had cleaned up the kitchen and washed load of clothes. I could hear the buzzer going off in the background so I knew it was time for her to go back to work. That was one of the subtle things that she did that made me love her the way that I do. I got to work about 30 minutes early and saw my supervisor coming out of one of the conference rooms and said hello. "How was your weekend?" I asked. "Great, how was yours?" He replied. "Fantastic but it was a little cool." "Yes it was. Listen I got to go but I'll see you later on." I said all right as I went on toward the machine shop. I got into my department and I was never so embarrassed in my entire life. There were signs and posters hanging everywhere saying HE MADE IT. HE FINALLY MADE IT. HE DID IT ---HE FINALLY DID IT. HOORAY FOR ZIPPY ------LETS HEAR IT FOR ZIPPY! The commotion was so loud it felt like the whole plant was in on it. Everybody came running to see what was going on. It seemed to go on and on, but it finally started to die down when Al came over and said "Rusty, I'm sorry but I had to tell somebody about yesterday, I wasn't going to let this chance slide by." "I'll get you for this and it's going to be OH-SO-O-O bad you just wait!" "I just wanted to make sure that, that was one ride you wouldn't forget." "OH, I won't, you can count on it." It was the other ride I was thinking about at the time and until this day in the machine shop I am known only as ZIPPY.