0 comments/ 122902 views/ 16 favorites The Motorcycle By: joanne6974 Seven hundred pounds of iron, chrome and leather, throbbing between his legs, shaking windows as he passed. The open pipes hid the sound from no one for blocks. Pulling up into the front yard, he let the metal monster settle down to a rough, syncopated idle. The front door flew open, and she bolted out the opening. She was dressed in her new leather vest, pants, and her hair tied back in a loose bundle. She mounted his Harley in one swift movement of her body. Cracking the throttle wide, he bolted down the drive, spewing gravel at the end. Dawn was breaking on the West Coast. An unfamiliar sight for a man raised on the East Coast. The strangeness of the sun rising over the mountains behind him caused his thoughts to focus on the task at hand, riding, rather than his mission. Finally getting used to the California morning, he settled back on the warm body behind him. She was resting herself on the padded back of the saddle. She welcomed his body into her arms. She hugged him tightly to her bosom, and kissed his neck. She knew what was in his mind, and left him to sort it out by his own time. This day had been long in coming. She had prepared for it a long time ago. She knew he would come, when the time was right. The morning passed, as did the miles of black highway. Several hours of the steady, throbbing engine. Many miles of whistling wind and blowing hair, and the heat of the motor rising to their thighs wore on her stamina. He pulled in to a small station, and re-filled the tank, while she got cold drinks inside. Her vest was open, showing that she wore no bra, or top of any sort. The tight fitting leather pants laced all the way up on each side of her short, toned legs. The waist was low-cut, revealing most of her lower belly, and the dragon tattoo across her lower back. Her C-cup breasts swung free, almost escaping the leather top. He watched her walking towards him with admiration for her well kept body. She curved in all the right places. The gentle swell of her belly tapered to her waist and legs equally. The leather hugged her soft mound gently between her thighs, and caressed her butt with just the proper snug. Her long hair was strewn across her face, tangled from the hard ride, a reddish brown that highlighted her pale, soft skin. The sparkle in her green eyes, and the sweet, easy smile was a pleasure for him to observe, as well. It had been too long since they had been together. Their lives had taken side roads and eventually came full circle to this momentous day. She pressed her five-foot two body against his. Her breasts touched the cool leather of his jacket, stiffening the exposed nipples. Her rose colored lips parted slightly when she picked up her face, she began a slow soft kiss. His hand slipped under the open vest and drew her body to his, the loose front allowed him to glimpse her firm C-cup breasts before they contacted his worn leather 'skin'. The jacket was as much a part of him as his own flesh, as he spent his days, lately, doing nothing but riding the restored Harley-Davidson. His life had turned to shit, and a lot of time was devoted to losing extra baggage. Those problems resolved, he started rebuilding his world, just as he had carefully returned his faithful "Iron Horse" to like new condition. Many hours of tedious work had yielded the fine, steady thrum between his legs on the gleaming black bike. She had waded through her own swamp of trials and tribulations, during which these two had cemented their already strong bond into a fortress to repel the offending hoard. Their combined strength had finally surfaced to break the chains that had held them apart, culminating in this "Ride to Freedom", as she had dubbed it. He kissed her hot, tongue thrusting and exploring the familiar crevices of her hot little mouth. Her tongue was equally busy renewing its acquaintance with his while her breathing became ragged and labored. Her hand went to his thigh where she found her treasure. The large bulge was everything she remembered, almost two inches across, and close to eight inches long. Her 'dragon' was back! She had started calling it by that name many years ago. He had joked about 'leaking the lizard' one day, referring to taking a pee, but when she saw the size of it, she had proclaimed, "That's no lizard! It's a fucking dragon!". The name stuck, especially after she felt it fill her tiny, tight treasure box. "I need this IN me!" she told him, between the hot kisses. "I know it." He replied. "I need to be in you, just as bad! We aren't far from our stopping place. Okay?" "Not far?" She queried. "Nope." She kissed him hot and said, "Why aren't we there, yet?" as she mounted the vibrating monster. He kicked the heavy bike in gear and left the filling station in the dust. Idling through the small town to avoid unnecessary attention, he then opened the throttle wide as the hit the town line. The deafening roar filled their ears, and sent them into the other world of 'us and the road' as he called it. She settled in behind him, letting the wind push back her hair and open her vest. The worn leather felt so good on her naked chest, it sent thrills down her body. The rumbling thunder of the Harley filled not only her ears, but involved her whole body. The vibrations made her kitty tingle to the point of creaming. She could feel the wetness seeping into her pants from her vulva. He felt her snuggle tight to his butt, remembering the way she pressed her mound into his butt to stimulate her very sensitive clitoris. He could picture the tiny bud erecting from its sheath at the top of her sweet flower. He thought of the first time she spread her legs for him, and showed him the rosy inner labia blossoming from the puffy outer lips. It resembled a small carnation, with delicate petals spreading from the center. The thoughts of her sweet nectar flowing from the small opening between her thighs. The tender contractions of her vagina around his throbbing erection, the way she moaned softly as she gained release at his touch, had his penis fully erect under the silk lined leather pants. She felt her kitty getting wetter as he piloted the big bike down the twisting highway. She was impatient to take her lover into her arms and feel his strong body against hers. His toned body excited her. The smell of his sex, the taste of his cum, lingered in her memory from days past. She was hungry for him. She was eager to share love with this loving man, again. She pulled her body back from his and snapped the front fastener loose. The low-cut pants separated just enough for her small fingers to touch herself. She slowly slid her hand down between their bodies and grazed the erect button at the top of her slit. She started cumming at the first touch. Her thighs trembled and clutched his legs tighter as the spasm took over her body. He felt the movement behind him. The sudden lack of contact at his back had him wondering, until he detected her hand moving between them. The trembling of her body gave away her actions. He grinned, knowing that she was 'taking off the edge' in anticipation of what would surely be happening, soon. He reached back and grabbed her thigh, giving it a tender squeeze. The pressure on her leg told her that he knew. It told her that things were indeed like they used to be, and would be again. The sudden reduction in wind and sound brought her back from 'memory- land'. The road ahead forked, one small path lead off the main highway. The iron beast carried them up a long hill to the deep woods above. A clearing appeared, large enough for the bike, but not much else. Thick brush surrounded them, and he let the machine throb beneath their legs. Quiet caved in on them when he shut off the bike. Metallic 'pings' and crackling accompanied the sounds of the forest. A few birds and small animals cavorted in the waving limbs above them. She sat still for a moment, then wordlessly dismounted the trusty steed that had carried them to this slice of paradise. He stared out through the trees, and saw the small lake nearby. It was as he recalled. Peaceful, secluded, and natural. Yes, this was the place to start. He looked around and saw her standing near a patch of soft looking leaves. He watched as she slowly removed her vest. Her hands cupped her breasts and pulled at her nipples. She palmed both hands on her belly and slipped them under the loose waist of her leather pants. Her heavy boots were already on the ground. She peeled off the snug sheath and lay it next to the boots. She turned to face him, resembling a wood nymph in the deep forest of a fairy tale. She felt it was this place. She wanted him, here, in the open air under the skies. It felt good to take off the vest, freeing her tender bosom and sensitive nipples. She shivered when she touched them. Her body was still vibrating from the ride. The feeling of relief when she peeled off the heavy pants and boots sent another tremble through her body. She looked down at herself, studying her smooth shaven mound below her soft belly. She turned to face him. He eyed her smooth, innocent looking body. The last time he saw her naked, she had let some hair return over her little vulva on her belly. The appearance of her totally smooth genital region caused his penis to further inflate. His body now controlled his actions as he walked over to her. As though it were written in the script, she knelt as he approached. The hungry look in her eyes spoke volumes. Her face was at the level of his crotch when he stood before her. The way he moved towards her excited her even more. She began to sink to her knees while he got closer. She could almost taste him already. She saw the throbbing bulge. It came within inches of her mouth. Her small fingers loosened the thick belt and lowered the heavy brass zipper. The aroma of his sex and the worn leather pants wafted over her. She felt the nectar flow renew and thicken at her vulva. He looked on as she freed the dragon and took the pulsing flesh in her cool fingers. He almost lost his control right then. Her hot mouth started to close in on the swollen crown of the massive penis. The tiny hole seeped the clear pre-cum in a stringy rivulet that she captured on her tongue. Engulfing the crown and working her tongue around the sensitive area under the helmet, she took him into her mouth. Still in awe of the monster, she thought of how big the vein on the lower side was. It was larger than a most of the other erections that had penetrated her. She stretched her lips and took him deeper, reveling at the fullness in her throat as the crown slipped in. He knew it was over for him when he felt her throat close over the crown. She swallowed quickly and let the dragon pass down her open throat. She was aware that he would cum quickly, the first time. It usually happened that way with them. She slowly pulled off and smiled up at him, speaking for the first time since they stopped. "Cum in my mouth, first. I need to taste you." Quietly spoken, she resumed her undertaking after a deep sigh. The comfort she derived from taking him into her mouth warmed her whole being. As the penis slid down her throat, she felt it swell. He would cum, now. She would taste her lover again. She heard the groan, almost a whimper as she felt the first jet of his hot, thick seed pour down into her stomach. She pulled his butt tight, keeping her throat fully impaled as he filled her belly with the salty essence. When she told him to cum in her mouth, he felt the hot fluid rise inside him. He couldn't hold back any longer. He need to cum. He needed to cum in her, now! His cock grew and he felt the sac draw up below. The soft groan preceded the release of the pent up desire for his lover's touch. He emptied his seed into her hot, hungry mouth. Pulse after pulse of the hot liquid burst out of him, into her warm throat. She pulled away, and drew him to his knees. She caught the last spurt on her tongue. She pulled him to her and met his lips with hers. She pushed the liquid into his mouth, and they shared the taste of his essence. That had always been something they had done and enjoyed. Her taste on his lips was shared equally, and now they were sharing the beginning of a new life, together. They kissed hot while they both removed his leather clothes. She lay him down on his back and settled into a sixty-nine. Her wet kitty covered his mouth. He devoured her nectar as she replenished the stiffness in his semi- rigid penis. She felt his tongue reacquainting itself with her vaginal entrance, titillating her clitoris, and bringing her to another orgasm. Her kitty dripped thick nectar onto his tongue. The sweet fluid filled his mouth as the aroma of her aroused sex drove him mad with lust. Her thighs clamped his head, and her body trembled. Her vulva sprayed his face with girl-cum as she, too, relieved her pent up desires. The came down and moved to sitting side by side. She leaned her soft hair on his chest and listened to his heart. Steady, strong, and regular. Comfort from that, too. They kissed softly. They held each other and felt the ardor flow through them. She looked up into his eyes. They were that deep blue of passion and tenderness. She guessed hers were the same color right then, as well. Almost in a whisper, she spoke again. "Fuck me." Two small words that instigated their physical relationship, so many years ago, re-ignited the flames of desire in both of them. "Take me slow?" A desire to prolong this penetration prompted her to ask. She knew he would be gentle, as he always was. However, she wanted her kitty to experience the full effect of his length and breadth while it filled her belly. Without waiting for an answer, she lay back on the soft pillow of leaves and spread her thighs. He looked at her smile and the curves of her body. He gazed at her swollen vulva and the glistening labia. He moved between her legs and as he bent forward, she guided the dragon to her nest. Indeed, he took her slowly. The velvet crown split her puffy lips and widened her tiny hole. She felt the muscles relax to accept the invader. Her vagina expanded to accommodate his girth as he slowly penetrated her tight body opening. She felt each ripple of the flesh filling her cavity and touching her in places that had been neglected for too long. It seemed she would split in two when the tip of his cock touched her cervix and pushed it up into her lower belly. Moaning softly "So full! .. love you ..ohhhhh ...fill meee ...ohyessss.!" She pushed back with all she had, burying him even deeper. Her legs crossed on his back, her tiny feet drummed his butt. She was almost pleading with her lover, "Please ...ohhh .. please ...fuuckk meeee!" He hadn't had much sex outside of masturbation for a while, and the wonderful felatio he'd just received took some of the edge away. Her cunt was just too much, though. So hot! So wet! It felt like a tight glove around his throbbing, hard cock. Her responding thrusts added to the outdoor scene to bring him to completion sooner than he'd hoped, for his second cum. "OHGOD ... can't ...hold ...ohhhh ..I'mmm ... goonnnaaaAAA... CCCUUMMMMM!!! ... uhhhh ...uhhhh!!" He grunted throughout his torrential release. His body stiffened as he drove deeply into his lover's tiny twat. He heard the cries of orgasm coming from her as an echo in the distance, over the blood rushing through his head. She felt it coming before he let loose. The massive cock in her cunt grew another inch in length and some girth as well. She pulled her legs tighter to his shaking, quivering butt, jamming her little kitty full on the spewing dragon. It breathed its liquid fire deep inside her, causing her own waves of release to wash over her mind and body. They melted together in a primal scream that echoed across the lake. Panting like the other animals in the forest, they fell limp against one another, slowly rolling apart, gasping for breath. The intense release calmed them both for now. Kissing hot and renewing their commitment to one another, they cleaned each other gently before the donned the leather garments at their feet. Gazing over the peaceful forest and lake, they prepared for the rest of their long awaited journey. He took her in his arms and looked her in the eyes. "Let's go home, now." He said quietly, "To OUR home!" He mounted the black bike and kicked the monster to life, shattering the quiet that had surrounded them while they shared love in the forest. She tucked in behind her lover and held him tight as the Harley roared down the road to the rest of their life, together. Brother and sister, best friends for a lifetime, finally joined as the lifemates they were meant to be. The Motorcycle A few months ago, I bought a 1983, Honda VT500 motorcycle. It wasn't in bad shape for it's age, but it still needed work. The bike appeared to have been laid down, as three of the turn signal lights were broken. There were a few scratches here and there, along with a dent in the tank, and a missing side cover, to attest to a hard life at times. It hadn't been licensed since 1993 but whoever stored it, had removed the battery, and drained the gas from the tank. I bought a battery and cleaned out the flash rust from the tank. When I put gas in it and hooked up the fuel line, gas just poured out of the carburetor overflow line. That meant, I had to pull the carburetors and rebuild them. While I was at it, I drained the oil and changed the filter. The plugs looked good so I re-gapped them and put them back in. Now that the carburetors weren't flooding, it only took a little time and patience to get the engine to fire off. At first it ran rough but soon settled into a nice smooth rumble. It revved sharply and backed down crisply. I shut it off and let it cool down while I had lunch. Over lunch, I considered what else needed to be done to make the bike safe to ride. The rear tire was slick and the front showed signs of dry rot. They would have to be replaced. The bike was shaft drive, so changing the rear one was a little beyond my experience. Anyway, the rear brake was adjusted as far as it would go, so the shoes needed replacing. The front forks showed some signs of leaking. It would probably be best to rebuild them right off the bat. The end of the front brake handle was broke off from the wreck and needed replacing. Then there were the broken turn signs; I didn't like the funky stock ones, so I needed to find a replacement type. I wanted the dent out of the tank and a new side cover. The paint would have to be redone. The whole bike needed going over, checked, and serviced. I would need someone with more experience, for this also. This would take care of the repairs and maintenance. There was also a list of things I wanted to add to the bike and change. A set of highway pegs and a set of more comfortable handlebars would make riding more comfortable. Plus a better seat and a sissy bar, with a place to mount the tail light higher. A couple of extra running lights on the front forks would also make it easier to see from the front. A better set of mirrors would make it safer also. There was probably more but I ran out of lunch before I ran out of ideas. First off I need to find a good mechanic. There are no dealerships locally so I checked the yellow pages. There were a half dozen motorcycle mechanics listed but only one locally. The rest were fifty or sixty miles away. I called C. C. Davis Motorcycle repair and talked to the lady that answered the phone. She listened patiently as I went over my list of repairs and told me to bring the bike on over, that they could take care of it. Since I no longer had a truck, I decided to ride it over there and asked if there was someone who could run me back to the house. She told me she would see what she could do. ***** After I checked the oil and water, the bike fired right up. It was about ten miles to where the shop was and I got in no hurry. The motor had great power but the clutch was a little jerky. The brakes were terrible. The front forks were mushy and the rear shocks seemed way to stiff. Slowly, was definitely the order of the day. ***** As I got off the bike at the shop, a short slim girl came out of the office and stood there looking me and the bike over. "You must be Greg." She said as she walked over and shook my hand. When my hand touched hers, she gave a little jerk and then stared hard at me for a second before she said, "I'm C.C., and I own this place. I hope you don't have a problem dealing with a woman mechanic?" Still holding her hand I asked, "Are you a good mechanic?" She cocked her head to one side and smiled as she slowly took her hand back. "Yes I am. I learned from one of the best, my late husband. He wasn't much of a husband but he was a great mechanic. I don't think there was anything about a bike he didn't know. If he had known half as much about women.... Well, anyway." She walked slowly around the bike and looked it over closely. After a couple of minutes, she said, "Not bad, a little abused, but very fixable. Come on into the office and lets talk about it. You tell me what you know about its problems, then I'll check it out, and we'll see what it's going to cost you." ***** In the office, she made a list as I talked, asking me questions to get more details. I will say, she asked intelligent questions. I wasn't sure of the answers to some of them and told her so. She just chuckled and made some more notes. Back outside, she fired up the bike and then she rode it around the parking lot and up the road a short ways and back. When she got back, she rode straight into the shop. When she tried to put it up on the center stand, she found out that it was bent and it took both of us to get it up on the stand. I stood and watched as she looked the bike over closely and made more notes. Finally she stood up and stretched her back. Earlier, I had figured her age at mid thirties, now as I looked at her, I figured early forties. Her worn levies fit tightly and showed off slim hips and a nice high round rear end. The loose tee shirt hid most of her upper body, but I occasionally got hints of what was underneath. Her oval face was framed with short dark brown curls, tight against her scalp. Her brown eyes were large and expressive, with the beginning of laugh lines at the corners. Her nose was not large but it was long and narrow, almost roman. I think, her high cheekbones and small mouth made it look bigger than it was. All in all, she was a very good-looking lady. Suddenly, I had the feeling that I knew her from somewhere. I grinned as thoughts of getting to know her drifted across my mind. When she looked over at me, she paused her stretching and asked, "What the hell are you grinning at?" The grin left my face as I thought how to answer that question. Maybe the truth was best. I shrugged and replied, "Just a male thing, taking inventory of a good looking lady. I was just getting to the fantasizing part." She chuckled and shook her head, "That's what I figured. At least you're honest about it. Most guys try to lie their way out of it and I don't like that. I don't mind the looking; actually I rather enjoy it. It makes me feel good about myself. I just don't understand most men not owning up to what they are doing. At least they could be honest with me and themselves." She shook her head again and finished her stretching. "Ok, lets grab a beer and talk money." She said, as she headed for an old icebox in the corner of the shop. I laughed and said, "I've got a little money saved up but I'm not rich by any means, so take it easy on me. This bike is a toy, something that I really don't need and probably shouldn't have at my age. When I was a young man, I always rode a scooter of one kind or another. When my wife died, twelve years ago, I sold my old bike and haven't been on one since. This one came up out of the blue and the price was a steal, so I bought it on a whim." She handed me a beer and leaned against the work bench, crossing her legs. She looked me up and down for a second and then said, "You ain't old by any means. I figure, you're about my age, maybe a year or so older. Anyway, riding a motorcycle has nothing to do with your age, just your attitude." I sat down sideways on the bike seat and took a sip of my beer. "I'll be fifty six in a couple of months, so I have a lot more than a couple of years on you." She chuckled and said, "I should ask to see your license but I believe you, and it's only ten years that you have on me. Ok, now you know my age, I hope you can keep your mouth shut." I laughed and replied, "That is something I learned a long time ago. The proper care and feeding of a woman's ego. If you can't say anything nice, just keep your mouth shut. If you know something personal, keep your mouth shut. That keeps things nice, peaceful, and friendly." She smiled and nodded as she sat her beer down and hopped up to sit on the work bench. She sat there for a minute or two, just sipping her beer and looking at me. Then out of the blue she asked, "Do you have a job?" I looked at her for a moment, wondering where this was heading. "Yeah, I do. I work in the oil fields; I do onsite geology. It sounds fancy but its just long boring hours of tedious dirty work. I've been doing it twelve hours a day, seven days a week, from the start of a job to the end, for twenty seven years." "Have you ever thought about retiring?" She asked quietly. "I'd love to retire but there ain't no way. There's no way, I could make fifteen or sixteen hundred a month around this county, and I won't work in Houston or any other big city. I've been in the country most of my life and I don't do well in big towns. I get into to much trouble." I told her. "Why are you asking, anyway?" She shrugged and sipped her beer. "My husband Jesse and his partner, had a small dealership and shop, just North of Houston. When he died, the partner became the sole owner and I was out in the cold. Actually the partner thought he was going to get me along with the business. He was a worse asshole than Jesse and I'd had enough of that. Anyway, to make a long story short, the business has been in trouble for a couple of years, ever since Jesse died. It's for sale and at a good price, I'm thinking about buying it." "What's that got to do with me?" I asked. She grinned and shook her head, "I'm not sure yet but if we're going to be friends and lovers then maybe we should talk about the future." I stared at her hard with my mouth hanging open. She laughed and added, "Hmmm, I think I shocked you? Maybe I should have been a bit more subtle." I closed my mouth and took a sip of beer before I asked, "What makes you think we will be lovers? Not that I don't find the idea interesting to say the least." Still grinning she said, "Let's just say, I know we will be together for a very long time. Don't ask me how I know, just take my word for it, it will happen. I knew it; from the moment I laid eyes on you. I don't understand it either, but I believe it." I sat there looking at her for several long seconds, letting what had been said, slowly whirl around in my head. Several witty things came to mind to say but I finally settled on asking her a question. "How do you know, I'm not married or living with someone?" She frowned as she cocked her head to the side and looked at me hard. After a second or two she asked, "You're not are you?" I chuckled and replied, "No, I'm miserably single." She grinned and said, "Good." When I laughed she added, "Well, not good you're miserable but good you're single. It makes things much simpler." She hopped down from the workbench and dusted off the seat of her jeans. "Well, how about it?" She asked. When I got a confused look on my face she laughed and added, "Do you want to settle down and go into business with a crazy woman?" "Is there any other kind?" I asked rhetorically as my brain spun over the idea. "Let me see if I have this straight. You want me to retire from my job. Actually that would be quit my job, since there is no retirement benefits at all. Hook up with you and buy a motorcycle shop, that was half owned by your dead husband. Not to mention, that my motorcycle mechanics experience is limited, at best. And then we are to live happily ever after." I paused and asked, "Does that about sum it up." I paused a second time and then said, "Yes, you are a crazy lady." C.C. grinned and walked over to where I sat, sideways on the seat of the bike, putting a hand on each side of my head, she kissed me. The kiss was soft and sweet, her lips warm against mine. My hands went to her waist and I gently pulled her to me. When my tongue brushed over her lips, her mouth opened and our tongues fenced, tip-to-tip. After a second or two, she broke the kiss and stepped back. "Not bad for a first try." She said after she took a deep breath and slowly let it out. I had about the same reaction. My head was spinning from the first touch of her lips to mine. I took a deep breath of my own and blew it out. I looked into her eyes and said, "When my head stops spinning, I want to try that again. I've kissed a good number of women in my life but I've never had that happen before. Wow!" She grinned and shook her head as she replied, "We better not right now. If we do, then you're going to end up flat on your back right here in the middle of the garage floor, with a wild woman ripping your clothes off." I took a deep breath and grinned, "And that's a problem?" She laughed and stepped back from me, "Well, yes and no. I'd have no problem with it but I would like to kind of relax and take it slow and easy. Anyway, I've never raped a guy before and I don't think it's time to start, this late in life." I chuckled and said, "I don't think you can rape the willing." I looked into her eyes and smiled, "I agree with the taking it slow and easy idea. There's something between us that I don't understand. It does feel like we were meant to be together and maybe have been before." I paused a moment as I realized what I had said. "Now I'm sounding crazy but it feels like the truth." She nodded and said, "Yeah, I know what you mean. When I first saw you riding in on that bike, I knew you were someone special and the one I had been waiting for. When we shook hands, I got a jolt like an electric shock." She stood there looking at me for a long moment before she asked, "Well, have you figured out if you're as crazy as I am? You still haven't answered my original question." Now it was my turn to stare at her, my mind turning the offer over and over. I took a deep breath and asked the main question in my mind. "Why do you need me? You're the mechanic, you have the in with buying the place, obviously you have the money or someplace to get it. Where do I fit into all this?" She nodded and said, "Logical and straight forward, aren't you?" She walked over to the workbench and hopped up to sit on it again. She picked up her beer and took a sip; I could see the wheels working behind her eyes as she decided what to say. Finally, she sat the beer down. "To tell you the truth, I don't know. I've had the money and the opportunity to buy the business for a couple of months now. I want that place; I can make a go of it. Something hasn't been right though. Something was missing. Then I'm sitting here looking at you and it all fell into place. I needed a reason to succeed and I didn't have one. I also knew, that down deep inside, I needed help to make it work and you were it." She had been staring off into space as she said this. Now she looked over at me and asked, "Does any of that make sense to you? I know what I want to say but I just can't quite find the words to say it right." I nodded and stood up. I walked over to the work bench and stopped with my hands on her knees. I looked into her eyes and saw someone I hadn't seen in a long, long time. A kindred spirit, someone who was ready for a big change but was afraid to go it alone. Basically a good person that had had a hard road and was tired. I saw myself. "I understand perfectly." I said in almost a whisper, my voice wanting to break. I could feel tears trying to form in my eyes. C.C. was still looking at me closely. Suddenly she slid forward on the workbench and put her arms around me. As she hugged me, she whispered, "Yes you do." The Motorcycle My first story, thanks to JoJo for her inspiration! He takes a deep breath as he pulls up to the nice house, getting off his bike and walking to the front door. Reaching his hand, he raps his knuckles on the door frame, wondering if she is home. A smile crosses his face as the door opens and she appears before him, dressed in jeans and a light colored tanktop. "Hi," they say at the same time, she blushes as he smiles wide, unable to keep from looking her up and down. He catches her eyes as she does the same, his jeans tight, a simple t-shirt covering his chest. "Ready to go?" he asks, almost losing his focus as she pulls her hair back, her chest out, almost presenting herself to him, he grimaces as his pants tighten against his will. Reaching behind the door, she grabs a light jacket and smiles "Of course, let's hit the road!" He leads her to the bike, feeling her climb on behind him. "Hold on" he warns needlessly as he starts it up, her hands warm on either side of waist. They speed off into the warm afternoon, he grins at her excitement, at how she points out spots of interest, the park where she first kissed a boy, the football field where she lost her virginity; her fingers gripping his waist tightly at that admission. He can only gasp as her soft lips press against his bare neck, feeling her warm breasts push into his back as they glide along. The traffic is light, so they maintain a soft conversation, sharing stories as she directs them along. Her fingers growing bolder as the ride continues, slowly exploring his shoulders and biceps before wrapping her arms tight around him, pressing her tight nipples against his strong back, her hands warm thru his t-shirt. He is able to control his shivers until she pulls from him, her hands on his abs, first going up to his pectorals, almost groping, almost caressing him thru the cotton. Her hands slide quickly down as they go around a corner, he shudders as she places her palms on his thighs, blowing a hot kiss across his shoulder blade as she feels the strength there. Tentatively her fingers draw up his warm jeans, stopping at the bend where his thigh meets his hips, fingertips slipping quickly into his crotch, feeling his heart beat strong there, he feels her face blush hot against his back as her hands withdraw to his waist once again. "I want you," she whispers into his ear, making sure he feels her nipples burning through her tanktop. He guns the motorcycle, ripping down the leaf strewn road, finally pulling onto a dirt road leading to a quiet hill over-looking the bay. As he pulls to a stop, she grabs his head and turns his face to hers, kissing him hard. He avidly returns her probing kiss, tongues wriggling incessantly as he sets the bike onto its stand. Quickly he spins around on the bike, facing her, his hands on her face, drawing her close again. His lips hard against hers as she slides forward, wrapping her legs around his waist, her crotch hot as its pulled against his, a groan from her lips as she feels his arousal against her. Hands explore each other's back, warm from the sun and building lust, his hands going up her waist slowly, following the seams of her tanktop, groaning into her mouth as his fingers brush the sides of her breasts, so smooth behind the cloth. He notes her lack of a bra as his thumbs cross her crinkled tight nipples. Her hands get rougher on his back urging his exploration of her mouth and pert breasts; he lightly pinches her thick nipples between his finger and thumb. Her hands drop to his crotch, tracing his length through his jeans momentarily before her hands get busy unfastening his fly. His hands drop to her waist, pulling her tank up and off, the gleam in her eyes reflecting in his. Leaning forward he takes one taut nipple into his mouth, lightly suckling the diamond tip as she puts a hand on his neck. Her other hand furtively opens his jeans, she gasps, he isn't sure if it's from his attention to her burning nipple or his lack of underwear as her fingertips tangle in his pubes behind his jeans. Leaving one nipple wet and tight, his lips slide up her throat to her neck, murmuring as their lips meet once again. It's his turn to gasp as her hand clenches his aroused member, his attention on her fine breasts before a hand moves down her silky smooth skin to her waistband, fingers fumbling at the buttons. Finally his fingertips open her jeans, finding her satiny panties as their mouths mate, her hand slowly sliding up and down his throbbing pole, her thumb smearing his precum over his fleshy tip as his hand moves down the front of her open jeans, finding the soft swell of her mons. He smiles against her soft lips as she shudders, his fingers caressing over the bump of her clit in her panties, "Should have worn a skirt!" she laughs as they look at each other briefly, a slight blush spreading from her breasts to her face. Her nipples are hard in the warm air as she watches him pull his t-shirt off. As if on signal, they both dismount the bike and slide their jeans down. His arousal smacking his pelvis as he pulls his jeans off, she bends over pulling her denim and silken panties off in one fell swoop. He re-straddles the motorcycle, smiling at her slow approach as she mounts the bike facing him, "Oh my god babe," he mutters. Their hands stroke the other's bodies, liking how each tender touch elicits a moan from the other. Gradually they slide their bodies closer and closer on the leather seat, she bends his member down so that it meets her hot, moist bottom; her body shuddering as her clit is mashed. She lifts her hips as he pushes forward, her slick labia parting, letting his thick manhood press against her petal soft opening. He leans forward kissing her neck as her head tosses back, they both shift, quickly burying his arousal deliciously deep into her loving grasp. A sense of urgency falls over them as they shift and thrust against each other, her hands knot behind his head and shoulders, his grip on her hips helping pound their bodies together, over and over again. Her cries become more insistent, their matching groans of lust building around them. She suddenly wraps her arms tight around him, crushing her thighs hard onto his, sobbing into his ear, her cries further arousing him as together they orgasm, bodies melded together through the blissful aftermath of their coupling. Kissing him, she laughs, "Thanks for the ride, now let's go play in the surf!" Lifting from him, they dismount the bike and walk hand in hand to the beach and tumbling water. The water feels cool around their legs and thighs as they go deeper and deeper, she laughs as he groans, the water rinsing the residue of their lovemaking from both of their bodies. Still hand in hand, he pulls her close and kisses her lips gently at first and then harder as her arms wrap around his neck, her legs warm against his. The sun shines warm on their wet shoulders as they cavort in the sparkling waves. Splashing and playing in the surf as they talk and splash and hug, enjoying their pleasurable afternoon together in the surf. Finally he chases her from the water, pinching her left butt cheek as she cries out in mock pain before running up the warm sand. Laughing, he corners her in the public shower, "No, no, no," she pleads as he holds her hands up while pressing her to the wall of the shower, his head swooping in and to plant a kiss on her soft, warm lips. Salt and sand rinsing from their intertwined limbs as hands explore curves and abs, tongues explore mouths; body heat rising despite the spray of water. He takes her hand and leads her to a warm towel on the sand. After one last kiss, he drops to his knees, pressing his mouth to her delicate peach, bolding tasting her sex under the bright sun. Her voice garbled by the sudden approach, her hand in his hair, pressing his lips to her dripping petals. He groans at how good she tastes. She lets her head fly back, hair down her back as she holds him tight to her with both hands, his hands on her thighs. "Roll over" she commands, he immediately complies, looking up at her flushed sex. With his arousal apparent against his pelvis, she slowly settles down on his waiting lips and tongue. Resting her hands on his stomach just above his pulsing member, she began riding his twisting tongue and sucking lips. Her moans turning to urgent cries as she fervently rubs her petal soft labia against his lips and teeth, her clit stimulated from the intimate contact between them. Tossing her head back, she lets out a groan, coating his eager lips and tongue with her sweet essence! Exhausted she lies on top of him, resting her head on his pelvis. He leaves gentle kisses on her mons, tickling her clit with his lithe tongue, before widening his tongue like a paint brush licking her fully from clit to taint, cleaning her cum from her body; he delights in how her body shivers at each swipe. Opening her eyes, she finds his arousal silently bobbing with arousal, "Mm nice!" she says, wrapping her hand around his base and starting a slow stroking motion, she pulls upwards, bringing him as upright as possible until her fingers reach his ballooned head. Teasingly, she rubs her thumb over the precum slick head, feeling his body tremble as she smooths the slickness achingly slow around his shaft. He responds by putting his hands on her warm, smooth back, caressing her skin and her muscles. "God," he moans as her hand descends his throbbing shaft before pulling back up. He groans again as her hot wet mouth suddenly engulfs his tip, her body also responding, her nipples hard against his abs. Her fingers hold his base tight as she moves her head up and down on his lap, taking him deep into her mouth again and again, her other hand gently toying with his full balls. She squeezes his root whenever he begins to tremble too much, controlling his pleasure; he notices new juice appearing from between her soft lips, as she becomes even more aroused, his hands grasping her firm buns and spreading them, her thighs slapping shut as his lips plant a kiss on her full labia. Quickly she lifts her body from him and gets on all fours, crooking her finger at him, "Ready for me?" she teases over her shoulder. He gets on his knees behind her and lunges forward, joining their bodies forcefully! They both groan at the intensity, the need that had grown. His hands on her hips, guiding them as they grind together; she pushes back wanting him to fill her over and over again. His thighs slap hers, his member filling and stretching her as well as their passion builds. He reaches beneath her fit tummy, finding and rubbing her clit as his balls begin to boil. Hunching across her back, his fingers become a blur on her sensitive clit as he thrusts harder and harder until he cries out her name. He explodes inside her, releasing himself into her welcoming body. Her body spasms around him as well, her hand pulling his from her clit as she joins him in a rapturous climax. He falls back, his length pulling from her loving grasp; she turns and wraps her arms around him. His lips go hard against hers, hands exploring each other as the afternoon sun continues its onward trek into the sea. The Motorcycle Adventure She was turning another year older. She still had the body of a young woman but the spirit just wasn't there anymore. At 44, she felt like life had passed her by. She worked two jobs to support herself and her two kids after her ex left town. She wasn't complaining but she wanted a little excitement. Now that the kids were grown what was left to look forward too. Today after work she had stopped off at the local bar with her co-workers. It was her friends birthday so she was trying to have a good time but all she really wanted was to go home take a bubble bath and slip into her bathrobe. Tonight she felt strange like something was about to change. As she sat at the table with her co-workers she felt someone was watching her. She turned and looked into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. She felt he could see right through to her soul. He smiled and her body tingled. She hadn't felt that in a long time. She smiled back and then turned back to her friends. She felt him behind her without even turning around. Then she heard the deepest voice she had ever heard ask, "May I join you?" She turned to answer and was amazed at how tall he was, at least 6'6. She let him join the group and buy her a drink. She learned his name was Kevin and that he was a construction worker. They talked, they laughed, and they danced. She was so captivated by him that she never noticed when her friends left or the time until the bartender called out, "last call for alcohol." They paid their bill and walked outside. They hesitated not wanting the night to end. They decided to go for coffee. She headed for her car and he said, "Tracey, why don't you ride with me?" She turned to answer and saw he was standing beside the most beautiful motorcycle she had ever seen. She had always wanted to ride a motorcycle. She started to hesitate but then thought "why not live a little" so she agreed. On the motorcycle with her arms around him she felt alive and free. He enjoyed the feel of her arms around him so he headed for the highway. She relaxed and let herself enjoy the ride. Eventually they stopped at a truck stop. They had breakfast and drank their coffee and talked some more. She eagerly climbed back on the bike for the ride back to her car. She was enjoying riding a motorcycle. He was enjoying the ride so much he decided to take the back country roads. She held onto him and leaned with him with each turn. He could feel her excitement so he purposefully took a wrong turn taking them miles out of their way. He wanted to delay their return to her car as long as he could. Just before sunrise he pulled off at a state park and parked by the lake. After they stopped he said, "Let's stretch our legs for a bit." They walked down by the lake and finally sat under a tree. The sun was just getting ready to rise but it was still dark outside. He leaned back against the tree and gently pulled her towards him. With his arms around her shoulder and her head resting on his shoulder he began to caress her. He took his index finger and placed it under her chin and pulled her face up to look into her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her. She willingly kissed him back as she reached up and put her arms around his neck. He kissed her then let his mouth trail kisses across her face to her ear and then down her neck. When he met no resistance he leaned her back onto the ground. He leaned over her and smiled as he looked into her eyes for any sign that she wanted him to stop. She bit her lip as she stared into those gorgeous blue eyes. Her hands tracing patterns across his shoulders. He leaned down to kiss her as he started to unbutton her blouse. He lovingly kissed her skin as he exposed it to the night air. He unhooked her bra and set her breasts free. She sighed when he touched her breasts for the first time. He leaned down and licked all around her nipple and then captured it in his mouth. She shuddered at the excitement he was causing in her body. Then he switched to the other one. He gently kissed down her tummy to the top of her jeans. When he got to her jeans he looked up at her and they both smiled. He kissed her again before starting to undo her jeans. As he unzipped her jeans he kissed the skin as he exposed it. After they were unzipped he gently lifted her up enough to remove them. There he was facing her beautifully shaven pussy. He looked up at her and smiled just before kissing those pussy lips he wanted to taste so badly. He gently kissed her pussy then slid his tongue inside to search for her clit. He felt her hands in his hair and heard her moan. He gently licked and sucked on her clit while sliding his two fingers into her pussy in search of her g-spot. He knew he had found it when she pushed her bottom up off the ground trying to get closer to him. Her moans were becoming louder and she said, "Oh! Baby, take me. Fuck me now!" He quickly undid his jeans and eased his cock inside her. It had been so long since she had been with a man, but her pussy welcomed him eagerly. He stroked her slowly and gently at first not wanting to cum to fast. As he felt her orgasm approaching he rolled over onto his back and keeping his cock inside her ending with her on top. She sat there for a moment not moving while he reached up to caress her breasts. Then he leaned up and took her nipple into his mouth. He was sucking on one nipple and caressing the other while she sat there with his cock inside her pussy. She gently began to rock not much at first just a little bit. She loved the feel of him inside her and loved the way he was nuzzling her breasts. She felt her climax building and began to ride him harder and faster. He met her thrusts and continued to love her nipples. He had noticed that the harder he caressed or sucked on her nipples the harder she rode his cock.. He was thoroughly enjoying himself and was certain she was too. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as her orgasm hit. He grabbed her hips and helped her ride his cock. He lifted her up and down and it only took a few strokes until he came as well. As he closed his eyes he shot his load deep into her pussy. When he opened his eyes he noticed the sun was rising over the lake. It was a beautiful morning. They laid there only a few moments, but it was beautiful watching the sunrise with this beautiful woman laying on his chest. He kissed her and she blushed. They got up and dressed and embraced watching the mist rise from the lake. He finally said ,"You are so beautiful. Are you ready to head back?" She nodded her head slowly. He took her hand and they headed towards the bike. They stopped off for gas. He held her and asked her how she wanted to spend her day. Not knowing what to say she just shrugged her shoulders. He gently pulled her face up to face his and kissed her and said," this adventure is just beginning Baby." Watch out for the next chapter in this adventure series.