0 comments/ 32656 views/ 0 favorites My First Harley By: seatraveller This story and its characters are complete fiction from the mind of the author. Any similarity to actual people or events is purely coincidence. * * * * * Hi. My name is Tom Banks. Let me introduce myself and my wife Marcy. We are in our early 50s. As for me I top the tape at 5' 10" and the scales at a well-packed 200lb. I have worked hard to keep myself in shape over the years, and that work has paid off. I am no Mel Gibson, but the love of my life tells me I am not hard to look at. I am not going to say that I am a stud, but am a respectable 6 and 1/2 " with a generous girth that keeps my red head extremely satisfied. She says that it is not only the quality of the equipment, but the quality and ability of the operator that count. Marcy is barely over 5 ft tall. She has red hair and green eyes. The rest of her is magnificent. Her skin is translucent like fine bone china. She weighs in at about 108lb and that hasn't varied more than 5lb, except during pregnancy, in all the years we have been married. Her breasts are a very lovely 34C, her waist is 26", and her hips are 35". She has worked hard during the years on her figure. It is more rounded than 27 years ago, but there is no sag anywhere. Her legs are lovely, and in excellent shape as well. Her face is still lovely and time has been good to her. There are very few lines or wrinkles. Her hair is red, although not quite as red as it once was, and she is natural as her northern and southern exposures will attest to. There isn't an inch of her that I do not love to kiss, caress, fondle, lick or suck. Heads of all ages still turn in her direction and when dressed to the 9's she is a showstopper. I am very proud to be with and around her. One Saturday afternoon, not long ago, we were sitting on the sofa in the den. One of our sons, and his family, had just left. We were cuddling and necking, as well as chatting and reminiscing about our life together. The conversation had drifted through many subjects of our experience together. I had my hand under her T-shirt and bra fondling some lovely breast tissue and was nibbling an earlobe while Marcy fondled the front of my Jeans with one hand and the back of my neck with the other. Out of the blue Marcy asked, "Tom, do you ever think about getting another motorcycle?" When we first met I had a big Yamaha 750. It was the biggest thing they produced at the time, and I loved it. A few years into our marriage I sold it. The bike had spent more time parked in our garage than on the road since married life kids and career did not leave much time for riding. Money from the sale had gotten us through a tight spot as well, and due to our financial situation I would not even think about getting another one. As the years passed, even though the finances got better and better, the idea of a bike never seemed right. Until that day it had remained deep in my memory. I let the earlobe slip from my lips and looked up at her, but refused to relinquish the breast giving me joy at the moment. "What made you think of that?" I asked. "I have been your partner for the past 27 years, big guy." She replied. "Even though you have never said anything, I am not blind. Every time you see a big bike you look like a kid with his face glued to the toy store window at Christmas time. I know that the desire is still there even if you won't admit it to yourself." She was right. I can't walk past a big bike parked on the street without stopping to look it over. We almost had an accident in the car once when I tried to look at one too long going in the opposite direction. "Besides," she continued, "you have worked hard for a long time to provide for us. It's time you started getting some of the things you deserve." Her voice was a little breathy from my work on her breast and nipple "If I were to get another bike, there is only one I would want" "What would that be?" she asked. "A big Harley." I answered. In my youth I had had a string of rice burners, Japanese motorcycles to the uninitiated. I had wanted a Harley when I bought the Yamaha, but they were expensive even then, and there was a 2- year waiting list. I vowed then if I ever got another it would be a Harley. "It would be expensive, and besides what about you? Like you said, you have been my partner for 27 years. You deserve things as much as I do." "Tom, you can be one of the densest people I know sometimes. For the past 15 years you have been giving me just about anything I want. The house I wanted the car I wanted, and we have even traveled to the places I wanted to go including Europe. None of those things have been remotely inexpensive. How expensive can it be?" Her voice was a little more normal by now since I had stopped fondling and only held her breast in my hand. I thought for a minute, and said, "I don't even know. I haven't priced one in years." Marcy let go of me, removed my hand, put her bra in place and looked at her watch. She asked, "Do you have any plans for the next couple of hours?" This woman can change topics as fast and as smooth as formula one driver changes gears. I looked into her green eyes and saw that twinkle she gets when she's excited. I responded with, "Only taking you to bed and screwing until we're both cross eyed." She grabbed my hand and stood saying, "Come on big guy, let's go for a ride." I misunderstood completely. She pulled me up and began dragging me by the hand. When we reached the kitchen she grabbed her purse off the counter, which I thought odd if we were headed for bed, and headed for the kitchen door instead of the stairs. We tripped down the steps to the driveway, and she pushed me toward the passenger side of the car. "I'll drive," she said as she went for the driver's side. 20 minutes later we were pulling into the parking lot of the local Harley dealership. Before we got out of the car Marcy looked at me with that twinkle again and said, "Come on big guy, let's go look. I have extra Kleenex in my purse to wipe your chin with." With that we headed for the door of the dealership. Two men were standing at the door as we reached it. They shook hands and one of them came out holding the door for us as he left. The other one looked at us and said, "Can I help you folks?" He was dressed in Jeans, a Harley T-shirt and boots, with a full beard and his long hair pulled back in a ponytail. He looked like a Harley salesman should look. Marcy looked up at him while pointing her thumb at me; "He wants to look at your bikes." The man held out his hand and introduced himself as Dave. He told us to look to our hearts' content, and let him know if he could help. He went to a desk and picked up a phone that was ringing. I looked around and found myself in Harley heaven. I walked down the rows of bikes and became lost in all the chrome and colors. Marcy even faded into the background for a while. All the bikes were beautiful. There were all shapes and sizes, from Sportsters to the Ultra Classics. I was almost to the end of a row when I stopped dead in my tracks. There in front of me was a beautiful red and chrome Ultra Classic. I just stood and stared. I don't know how long I stood there, but the next thing I knew was Marcy touching my arm and saying, "Do I need to get the Kleenex out now?" She had a big smile on her face and in her eyes. She looked back over her shoulder and called to Dave, "I think we have a winner here, Dave." By the time Dave came over I was next to the big bike touching it lovingly, and giving it a good look over. I looked up to see Dave and Marcy on the other side of the bike looking at me. I must have had a goofy expression of wonder on my face, because they both chuckled. Marcy looked up at Dave and said, "I think we'll take that one." I was lucky my jaw didn't break when it hit the heavy meatal of the bike. They both laughed when they looked back at me. When the paperwork drill was finished Dave said that he had to check a few things. He told us to look to see what accessories we wanted while he did. I took Marcy's hand and started leading her through the rest of the showroom. Before we went very far Marcy stopped so abruptly that she almost pulled me off balance from behind. I turned to look at her and she said, "Am I going to ride with you this time?" There was a look on her face that I didn't catch at first, and I didn't quite understand the question. Then it dawned on me. From the time I met her until the time I sold the old bike, she had never ridden with me. "You know, you never asked me to ride with you back then." She went on. "You never seemed to like the bike, so I didn't think you wanted to ride." I answered. "Would you like to ride with me this time?" Her look turned to a big grin. "You betcha big guy. I will ride with you anywhere. What do we need" "The first thing we need is leathers." I said. "Leathers?" "Yes," I replied, "leathers. Leather jackets and pants." "What for? I thought those were just for show?" By this time we had reached the display of leather motorcycle apparel. The aroma of the good leather was almost intoxicating. I began to answer her question, "No my darling. They are not for show. They are for protection from the wind and road rash. I do not want that exquisite skin that I love to touch so much messed up with road rash." "How would I get road rash?" "I don't plan on it, but I may have to lay the bike down to avoid a collision. Sliding along the pavement will produce nasty cuts to the skin. The leathers will help to keep the road rash to a minimum." Nodding her agreement with a slight look of dread she said quickly, "What do I need?" "A leather jacket and pants for the winter, and a leather vest and chaps for the summer." was my answer. She began looking through the racks of chaps and vests as I began looking at boots. A few moments later she said from behind me, "How's this?" When I turned around from looking at the boots my red head was standing with her hands on her hips. The vest clung to her chest until it draped from the swell of her breasts and gapped across the T-shirt she was wearing. It partially obscured the writing, which said Grandmas Do It Best. The chaps wrapped her shapely legs over her faded Jeans. She pirouetted slowly to give me the full treatment. Her side view was most provocative. The straps went around the tops of the backs of her thighs, and then swung just under her cheeks. This added definition to her already delectable backside. I gave her double thumbs up for her efforts. The vest and chaps started to come off as she began to look at the leather jackets and pants. I went to the helmet rack and started comparing. A while later, after I had narrowed the vast variety of choices to 2, I heard from behind me, "How do you like this?" This time my eyes popped out of my head and my Jeans became 2 sizes too small in the crotch. There stood my lovely bride in fawn colored jacket and pants. The jacket clung to her torso and accentuated her breasts. The pirouette revealed that the leather pants fit her like a second skin. Every inch of her, from the waist down, was on display. It was also apparent that she had removed her panties. There was no panty line to mar the appearance of the smooth leather, and the leather at the top of her thighs had begun to fold in to that sex glove that fits my tool so well. She looked good enough to eat. Her eyes fell to my crotch and she said, "Is that a rolled sock in your pants or do you like what you see?" I went to her and picked her up in a bear hug and kissed her. The kiss became passionate dueling tongues. I lowered her to her feet, and my hands caressed down her back and ended with a leather-encased cheek in each hand. My hands pressed into her cheeks and pulled her against me as we continued our lusty kiss and grope. It didn't matter to us whether people stared or not. I commented as we came up for air, "You look totally edible in that rig." Her pelvis ground against my groin provocatively and she said breathlessly, "I'm gonna hold you to that when I get you home. If I knew how good this leather felt I would have been wearing it long before now. I feel like hands are caressing every inch of my body right now, and it makes me incredibly hot." I thrust my groin against hers as I replied, "I'm gonna have to beat the men away with a bat when they see you in this get up." I gave her one more groping hug caressing everything I could reach and said, "Thanks baby for letting a dream come true." "You're welcome handsome." She went back to the dressing room to change. I picked my things and tried them on, and helped her pick out boots. We retrieved the helmets and other things we would need, then proceeded to the counter to pay for them. Dave found us just as we were about to leave the counter and look for him. He had a not too happy expression on his face, and I was afraid that the deal was falling through. He said, "I just got off the phone with the bank. The loan people had already left for the day. We won't be able to confirm the financing until Monday." My heart fell. He continued, "I'm positive that there won't be a problem with your credit rating. We'll just have to wait until Monday to wrap it all up." I breathed a sigh of relief. "Unfortunately, I can't let you take the bike until then." My emotions were feeling like a yo-yo, but I was able to be somewhat calm and magnanimous about the situation. Barely. I was on cloud 9 all the way home. When we got in the house the phone started to ring. Marcy got to it first. It was our daughter Jeanie. I knew that usually meant they would chatter for a while. I told Marcy I was going to have a shower. She nodded and waved her acknowledgement. Showered and shaved I went back down stairs in my robe. Marcy was just hanging up the phone when I entered the kitchen. I came up behind her, pushed my groin into her backside, wrapped my arms around to take 2 handfuls of beautiful breast and nuzzled the back of her neck. She pushed her buns back against my groin and placed her hands over mine to hold them to her breasts. She turned to kiss me and then wiggled out of my arms. She said, "Down big fella. I need a shower too. Don't go away." Then vanished up the stairs. I felt a little left out. As hot as she was at the Harley shop I figured she would want me in the shower too to scrub her back and other things. I decided to get a glass of ice water and check the weather for tomorrow. The talking heads of the Weather Channel were giving me the weather while I sat on the sofa with my back to the door. My mind was on the weather and my new acquisition, and I did not hear Marcy come down stairs or enter the den. My first inkling she was there was when she walked around the end of the sofa and stood in the middle of the room facing me. Her legs were spread apart and her hands were on her hips. All thoughts of the weather my new Harley and everything else in my world ceased as I looked at Marcy. She had fixed her hair nicely, and put on a little make up. She had also put the vest and chaps back on. Only this time there was nothing under them but Marcy. The vest came down her shoulders and clung provocatively to the upper slopes of her breasts. I don't know if it was the caress of soft and supple leather her excitement or both, but her nipples were pushing out at me through the leather. They were hard and pointy. The vest hung strait from there and stopped just level with her navel, and left a gap through which the inner slopes of her beautiful breasts were clearly visible. Her breath was heaving some and the vest rose and fell with each breath. Her slightly rounded tummy protruded just barely over the cross strap of the chaps. The leather clinging to her legs enhanced their shapeliness. Each curve was accentuated. The high heels she wore instead of bare feet further accentuated her calves. The gap at the top of the chaps and the cross strap framed her beautiful pubes. Vaginal lips were engorged and clearly visible through the red curls, and I could see pearl drops of moisture clinging to them. One very beautiful and very aroused red head was standing before me in all of her radiant glory. I was speechless as my eyes took in every inch of this glorious sight before me. My throat was dry with passion, and a rather large tent had formed in the lap of my robe. I looked her up and down very slowly and deliberately. The realization that this incredibly beautiful creature before me was mine for the wanting was almost too much to accept as reality. Her eyes had turned a dark and smoky shade of green that comes when she is highly aroused, and her breathing had become even heavier almost panting with desire. Slowly I inched myself off the sofa to me knees, and crept to kneel before her. The aroma of fresh, clean, and aroused womanhood assailed my senses as I got closer. It was the only scent she wore, and it made my head swim. I reached with my hands and slowly caressed the fronts of her legs from ankle to thigh and back again. The process was repeated with my hands on the insides of her legs, and at knee level the soft skin like leather became warm, soft and supple skin. My right hand reached the top of her left thigh and turned over to brush its back gently and lovingly across the tender and moist lips between her spread legs. I brought my hand to my mouth and licked her juices from my knuckles. Palm up my hand lovingly caressed the pouting lips and soft curls. It cupped my prize and gently rubbed and pressed. A soft moan escaped her lips, and I looked up to see her head back, eyes closed, and hands caressing her own breasts through the leather covering them. Except for our heavy breathing it was the first sound she had made since entering the room. She took a deep breath, brought her head forward as she opened her eyes and looked at me with smoldering emeralds. Her look told me what she wanted, and my hands once again descended her legs. This time they went to the backs of her ankles and rose. Once again the feeling of the supple leather over her warm flesh was incredible. Leather stopped at her knees and my hands once again were caressing what they longed to possess. The ascension across bare skin brought another moan, as the backs of her legs are very sensitive. With a generous globe of flesh in each hand I pulled her forward. Her groin approached my face, and once within reach my tongue slowly traced her outer lips from bottom to top once again savoring the flavor of her juices. My nose was buried in the soft curls covering her sex. Each outer lip was pulled in to my hungry mouth and sucked. They opened of their own volition and my tongue entered her haven. She placed a leg over my shoulder to give me a better angle and better access to my target. I plunged my rigid tongue as deeply as it could reach and rubbed my nose against her clitoris. The taste and aroma was driving me wild. Her hips began to move against my face as her hand came behind my head to pull me closer. I looked up to see her other hand under her vest tweaking her nipples. She moaned, "Oh yes." I increased the speed of my attack. Tongue laved over clitoris and I trapped it between my lips and flicked it like a butterfly with my tongue. Her hip movements became more urgent and rapid as she approached her climax. "Hmmm" came repeatedly from her lips like a mantra. "Oh please... Don't stop... I'm right there. Ahhhhhh... Yesssss... Lick it.... Ungh." Both of her hands were behind my head as she tried to pull my face harder against the center of he desire. Every muscle was as tense as a bowstring and trembling as she entered the throes of a massive orgasm. The one leg that was her only support, other than my hands on her behind, began to buckle. I slowly lowered her to sit astride my lap with a leg on either side of my hips, and held her tightly to me. The sensation of leather covered breasts against my chest was exquisite. Her pelvis began rubbing against my erection to prolong the stimulation a little as she came down from her explosion. My First Harley Ch. 2 This story and its characters are complete fiction from the mind of the author. Any similarity to actual people or events is purely coincidence. * * * * * This is a continuation of the story begun in My First Harley. You may wish to find out what was going on up to this point. I slowly began to wake up to a pleasurable sensation between my legs. When I became aware of my surroundings I was spooned against Marcy's backside. My morning woody was nestled between her delectable cheeks, and her hips were moving slowly back and forth against it. Neither of us had been up during the night, and Marcy still wore the leather vest and chaps she had used to excite and arouse me last night. The memory of our lovemaking and the continued sensation of sliding between my wife's buttocks and upper thighs brought my woody to maximum length and hardness. The regular up and down movements of Marcy's chest told me that she was still asleep. I wondered what erotic dream she was having as her hips slowly moved back and forth against me. There were small little sighs coming from her throat, and I decided to add a little more stimulation to her dream. My left arm, which had been around her waist, I brought up to her left breast underneath the vest. The firm but pliant flesh was warm beneath my hand. I slowly moved my hand caressing and fondling until I felt her nipple begin to harden under my palm. When the little nubbin was fully distended I took it between my thumb and forefinger to begin rolling and gently squeezing it. This nipple attention must have been what she was looking for, because her sighs became louder and the movement of her hips became a little more urgent. Marcy's other breast seemed to be calling out to me, so I had to give it equal time. She' always loves it when I play with her breasts and this time was no exception. After switching back and forth one more time, I began to move my hand down her body. I caressed her tummy as my hand passed that lovely area on its path to my ultimate goal. Shortly after it passed the cross strap of the chaps my hand encountered the soft wisps covering her pubic mound. My hand cupped her mons and very slowly moved up and down against it not wanting her to wake up. I was having too much fun stimulating her while she was asleep. Moisture began to seep into my hand from her opening as I continued to stroke with slightly firmer pressure, and once again her sighs and humping picked up in pace. As my hand continued to move in sync with her movements, I began applying pressure to her labia with my middle finger. It slowly began to work its way through her lips until it finally encountered an entire pool of warm juices inside her. I added my index finger and her movements slowly drew my fingers deep inside her. Her labia had finally opened completely and the ball of my thumb had come to rest in the area of her clitoris. In her sleep state she must have been afraid I would remove my hand, fat chance, because she placed her hand over mine and clamped her thighs around both of our hands to hold mine in place. Then her hand began moving mine to provide maximum stimulation to her clit. Her sighs then became pants and her hip movements became evermore urgent. It was at this point that she finally woke up. Her first words were, "Oh, Tom. I'm soooo hot. Please don't stop, pleeeease." By this time I had added my hip movements to hers. The lower regions of her body were receiving as much stimulation as we could provide, and her body was on fire. Responding to the needs of her body she practically yelled, "I NEED YOU IN ME NOW!!!" Rather than waste movement rolling onto her back, she rolled fully on to her stomach taking me with her. It is amazing how strong someone so small can be when in the throes of passion. She thrust her hips up off the bed and got to her knees while pulling my hand from between her legs, then reached between her legs and guided my staff into the steamy entrance of her womanhood. When she was sure I was in securely she thrust her hips back toward me with incredible force impaling herself on my prick. Rocking back and forth on her hands and knees she pleasured herself with jarring backward thrusts. She began chanting, "Harder... harder... harder." As her hips slammed into me. I was giving it all that I had returning thrust for thrust. The slapping and squishing sounds we made were stimulating us both as we neared mutual climax. Her inner muscles began to flex and relax on me as her passion filled words became screams, and my grunts became louder and louder until we screamed our release to each other. The cum seemed to explode from me in torrents as I continued to pump into her, she had reached such heights of arousal that she went from one orgasm to another as she thrust back against me. We wrung every last drop of pleasure from each other before we collapsed on the bed exhausted and drifted off to sleep. The next thing I knew my bride was shaking me while telling me to get up. She waved a fresh cup of coffee under my nose, and then licked my ear. I was wide-awake in more ways than one. She said, "Whoa, big fella. That will have to wait. You have slept the morning away, and you need to get up now." "Why," I asked groggily? "If you will recall Mr. Fix It," she replied, "you promised to help Jake put the finishing touches on his new shed today. He and Patty are expecting us at 2 and it is 12:30 now." "Oh, right," I said taking the offered coffee and trying to get my eyes open. Jake is a pal from work, and he and I had built a shed from a kit in his back yard on Friday. It still needed the doors put on and a coat of paint. Neither of us could work on it yesterday, so we decided to finish up today. The day yesterday, for us anyway, was taken up by a cook out with my son and his family, and then my lovely wife took be out and let me buy a new motorcycle. A Harley no less. We got there late in the day, and by the time the salesman called the bank on the financing all the loan folks had left for the day. He said he was positive there would be no problems, but we would have to wait until Monday to finalize everything. Helping Jake finish his shed would occupy the day and keep my mind off of the new bike. Needless to say, I was anxious to get aboard and on the road. I looked over at Marcy standing beside the bed. She was a vision in a red tank top and white short shorts that showed off her breasts and legs to perfection. Her hair was fixed, and she had put on some light make-up. Just looking at her got the old ticker going and woke me up the rest of the way. I had a shower and a quick bite to eat, and by then it was time to leave for Jake's house. We had a good day with Jake and Patty. The shed got finished and the girls talked houses, clothes, kids and recipes as usual. It was close to midnight by the time we got home, and both of us were beat. We decided to call it a night and went to bed. The workday on Monday went by like the clock was going backwards. I kept expecting the phone to ring, and hear Marcy telling me that the deal for the bike was all set. That dumb piece of plastic didn't jingle even once all day. By the time I left work I had all kinds of problems running through my head regarding the bike deal. When I got home I stepped down out of my pick-up and headed for the door. Marcy met me at the corner of the garage and said, "Dave just called from the Harley place, and he said he needed to see us right away." We jumped in her car and off we went. Her urgency had me worried, and I tried to ask what was going on. She said she didn't know. I was a nervous wreck by the time we pulled into the Harley dealership. Dave, the salesman, came out the door before we could get in. He started walking slowly toward the service bay in the rear of the building. He said, "Man, I'm sorry for calling you so late about all this." There was a dejected tone in his voice as he told us about all the problems he had with the bank and getting the financing approved. The closer we got to the service bay the more my heart sank. By the time we got there I was resigned to going another day without my new toy. As we reached the service bay I saw that big red beautiful Ultra Classic just sitting there. I could almost hear it calling to me. Then Dave said, "I really wanted you to be able to ride the sled out of here tonight, so here." With that he tossed me the keys. I looked from him to Marcy and saw big Cheshire Cat grins on their faces. It seems that they were in this together. They worked all day to make sure the bike was ready for me when I arrived. Marcy had arranged for the insurance, and Dave had taken care of everything else. There was a temporary tag on the bike and it was all mine. I felt like it was Christmas, my birthday and anniversary all rolled in to one. I was so stunned that I just stood there looking from the bike to them and back again. Marcy finally took pity on me and took me by the hand. She led me to the trunk of her car and opened it. Inside were my leathers and helmet. My little minx had pulled one over on me. I scooped her up in my arms, kissed her, and told her that I loved her. She said, "Here, go have a good ride," as she handed my helmet and leathers to me. Dave had moved the bike out of the bay, and it was ready by the time that I was. I told Marcy to follow me, because I was going to take a slow way home. There was a good sized development behind the Harley place, and I felt that I needed to do some stop and go to get used to the big bike before I took it on a main artery. I hadn't been on a bike in many years, and I needed to get the feel of it again. It took us over an hour to get home. When we arrived I saw my kids' cars in the driveway. Apparently the whole family was in on this, and they wanted to see dad and his new toy. I was standing next to the bike taking my helmet off. Marcy came to me and put her arms around me and asked, "Did you have a nice ride?" "It was heaven," I answered. "When do I get a ride," was her next question. "Baby," I said, "nobody is going to ride with me until I get a better feel for this monster. I need to ride it for about a week or so to get used to it. I want to be sure I'm comfortable with it before anyone rides with me. I don't want to take a chance on spilling your pretty person all over the highway, so I will take my time. But I will promise that you will be the first to ride with me." "Good enough big guy. I'm gonna hold you to that." By this time the family had piled out of the house. My sons and son were looking the bike over, and the grand kids were fighting to see who would sit on it first. Every body wanted to know when they could have a ride. I told them that the first ride belonged to mom and that would not be for at least a week. The rest of the week I spent every free minute I could on the Harley. By the end of the week I even felt comfortable on the interstate doing 80 mph. I knew it was time. On Saturday morning, after breakfast, I went back up stairs to get dressed. When I came back down I had my riding gear on and my helmet under my arm. Marcy was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and the morning paper as I walked in. She looked up at me and smiled. "Going for a ride handsome," she asked? "I thought I would." "Have a good time baby." She went back to her paper and coffee, but I didn't leave. The article she was reading must have had her attention, because it took a minute for her to realize I hadn't moved. "You need something else hon?" "Well, it is a pretty day outside. Riding on a day like today is what makes it special. It would be extra special if I had someone to share it with," I said. My beautiful red head is a very intelligent person, but occasionally she is a bit slow on the uptake. The words finally sank in and her eyes popped and she jumped up from her chair and threw he arms around my neck. A long lingering kiss followed. She then began to back out of my arms and said, "Give me 10 minutes. You can time me." Then she dashed for the stairs. Her actual time was 9 minutes and 38 seconds. That's when I heard her come bounding down the stairs. She had her helmet under her arm and her fawn toned chaps and vest on over Jeans and a T-shirt. Her hair was combed, but not fixed, and she hadn't bothered with make-up. I also noticed that her nipples were pointing at me through her shirt and vest, which meant she had dressed so fast she hadn't bothered with a bra. You have to understand that this lady never leaves the house without a bra, unless what she is wearing absolutely won't look right with one. I think I can count the number of times on 2 hands with fingers left over. The lack of a bra made me wonder what else she decided to leave off. There was a bounce in her step as she came up to me, pecked me on the cheek, and said, "I'm ready when you are big guy." She then headed for the door with me following the sway of her lovely hips, and watching her delectable backside that was well defined by the straps of the chaps she wore. I gave her a quick course in the do's and don'ts of riding on the back of a bike. Then I went over the radios and intercom with her so that she understood how they worked. When we were both situated on the bike I told here we would drive through our development for a while so that she could get used to riding a little. My thumb hit the starter button and that big Harley motor came to life with that unmistakable throaty rumble. The low rpm idle was music in my ears. We drove around the area for a while, and I gave her instructions and answered her questions as we did. 20 minutes later she loved it as much as I did, and we were ready to hit the road. I headed for the interstate. When the speedometer hit 70 I set the cruise control, tuned the radio to our favorite country station, and sat back to enjoy the ride. We chatted back and forth for a little while, and then Marcy got kind of quiet. An hour later I was listening to Jamie O'neal sing about Arizona and realized that Marcy hadn't said anything for a while. I knew she wasn't asleep because her arms were around me a little tighter than when we started. I asked over the intercom if everything was all right. She answered, "Everything's just fine honey." I noticed that her voice sounded a little breathless, but put it down to her excitement. The exit that would take us to our son Bob's house was coming up. I told Marcy I was headed that way and she just responded, "That's fine dear." Still breathless, and now I noticed that I could feel her hips move against mine from behind every now and then. I also thought I could feel her nipples poking me in the back. When we reached Bob's house I pulled in the driveway and turned the motor off. I heard a little groan of disappointment in my headset when I did. Marcy got off the bike and headed toward the house. I asked her if she was feeling all right. She turned to me with a rather lusty look and said throatily, "Never better big guy. Never better." Bob had reached me by then and began asking more questions about the bike. Marcy hugged our daughter Terry on the porch and they talked while watching Bob and I. As Bob and I were talking, and walking around the bike, I noticed a slight damp spot on the passenger seat. When we walked over to the porch my bride was sitting on the top step of the porch with her arms on her knees that were spread apart. I saw that lustful look again as she smiled at me. There was a glass of iced tea in her hand, but before I could say I could use one myself, a wet patch on the crotch of her Jeans caught my eyes. Finally the coin dropped, and realization hit me about what was going on. One thing I forgot to mention to Marcy was about the vibration of the seat. I knew from past experience that many women become sexually excited with their legs spread over the vibrating seat of a motorcycle. There was nothing wrong with her other than being extremely turned on right now. I sat down beside her and leaned over to kiss the side of her neck. Before sitting back up I said, "You want to jump my bones right now, dontcha." She turned to me with a sexy smile and said, "You better believe it handsome, and how." Our visit with the kids turned out shorter than I expected, go figure. We were on our way back toward the interstate when I said to Marcy, "I'm sorry babe. I forgot to tell you about that little side effect some women have riding on motorcycles." "In a way I'm glad you didn't." She replied. "It was a nice surprise. Now get back on that interstate. I want to cum at least one more time before we get home." "Your wish is my command." We zipped up the on ramp, and soon the cruise control was set at 70 again. Marcy wasn't trying to be quiet this time. Every moan and groan was relayed through my head set. It was very arousing listening to her work herself up to another orgasm. I felt her hips rubbing a little more this time as well. Then I noticed that she had raised up slightly on the passenger footrests so that most of her weight was on her legs. This allowed her to rub her crotch against the seat and increase the sensations caused by the vibrations. Her hands had a death grip on my lower hips, and as she approached her climax her left hand slid down over my enlarged and aroused member. She was cumming good and hard as we hit the off ramp of our exit. Her breath was coming in moans and pants as she ground her crotch against the seat. I felt her collapse against my back as we reached the first stop light. As I pulled away from the light I asked, "Did you enjoy your first motorcycle ride, my love?" All I got for a reply was, "Ummm Hmmm." Her hand were also busy rubbing my erection through my chaps and jeans. This woman was not done by a long shot. It was a good thing the cops didn't have a speed trap in our area that day. I didn't let any grass grow under my wheels getting home. The garage door opener had the door open by the time I hit the driveway and I pulled right in. Marcy was off the bike and in the house almost before the door was down, and the bike was off and on its stand. I was only a few seconds behind her through the door, but as soon as I closed the door behind me my arms were full of naked red head. She was like a wild woman, and I hadn't seen her this worked up in a long time. She wrapped her legs and arms around me and clung to me like a limpet. Her mouth clung to mine as she tried to see if my tonsils had grown back with her tongue. I must say that her excitement was contagious, I was becoming as carried away as she was. My vest was pushed from my shoulders and she literally ripped my T-shirt from my body. Without letting go of my mouth with hers, she got down and began undoing my chaps and jeans. A quick trip to her knees to pull off my boots, and then my chaps, Jeans, and underwear were off and tossed aside. Her mouth engulfed my erection and she began licking and sucking for all she was worth. I was so turned on it took all of 2 minutes before I filled her mouth with cum. She managed to swallow every drop, and then continued sucking and licking. I never completely lost my erection as she sucked me back to full hardness. That hadn't happened in a decade or more. When I reached a hardness that satisfied my little love machine, she stood and led me by the erection to the den. She dropped to the floor on her back and pulled me with her. Before I could do anything she grabbed my head in both hands, and turned my face up to look her strait in the eyes. Her voice was husky, low, and raspy, and her first words since entering the house were, "I want sex, and I want it hard and fast. Don't stop until I tell you, and don't worry about hurting me. I want it all and I want it now." With that she placed my erection at the entrance of her sex. I lunged forward with every ounce of strength I possessed. Our pubic bones bounced from the force of their collision. Then began the most intense, harshest, and most ruthless sex of our life together. We were two people possessed by the need to drive each other to heights of passion neither of us had ever reached before. My hips were like a jackhammer slamming myself into the woman I loved, and hers were slamming with equal violence against me. We thrust, panted, moaned, groaned and screamed at each other as we drove each other wild. My need to satisfy my lust mate's request, coupled with my recent ejaculation, gave me staying power like never before. I don't even know how long it lasted because I became lost in the intensity of the moment. Marcy's orgasms were coming one after another. Neither of us was able to remember the exact number. Reality returned to me when she had shouted her last orgasm and began to plead with me to stop. I had not cum myself, and was still hard and deep within her. I supported my weight on my arms and knees, and showered her from face to breasts with kisses licks and nips as she panted for breath beneath me. Her whole body was trembling with aftershocks of her multiple orgasms. Except for my lips our only other contact was between our legs. My First Harley Ch. 2 Our breathing began to slow, and the ability to talk returned. Once again the love of my life took my head in her hands and looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Now love me." I began to stroke slowly in and out of her. Both of us relished in the sensations as we experienced inch by inch stimulation. After what had just happened, the tenderness between us was incredible. We gazed deeply into each other's eyes, whispered words of love and endearment, kissed and caressed. It was the most sensual and erotic lovemaking I had ever experienced. The pace naturally began to pick up, but there was none of the violence or urgency we experienced before. Intense and wonderful orgasms were reached with love, tenderness, and mutual stimulation. We collapsed in one another's arms totally exhausted from lovemaking. Neither of us had the strength to move upstairs to bed. Sofa cushions were used for pillows, and an afghan covered us as we drifted off to sleep. My mind was too exhausted to even consider the possibilities of what our continued riding would bring. This is not the end. Comments and constructive criticism welcome. My First Harley Ride Before I start, maybe I should tell you a little about myself. I have shoulder length dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, 5'4, 165lbs, and my breasts are 38D's. I have been called cute. Some say I'm pretty. I like to believe I'm even sexy. I do catch the eye of a young man or two here in town, but I prefer the old men (wink). I turned 18 recently and my boyfriend went off to college out of state. That leaves me here with a lot of free time do whatever I like, which is mostly hanging out with my friends. We live in a small town, and my folks know just about everybody. One autumn day I'm standing downtown, next to the cafe. Jesse and Rena are giggling about nothing when several motorcycles come roaring through town. Motorcycles are a common sight through our town. It has to be the winding roads and gentle rolling hills that bring them here. It can't be anything else. This town would dry up if it weren't for the railroad and the Wal-Mart. As the motorcycles slow down and pull into the gas station across the street one biker really catches my eye. His name is James, and he is about 45 with salt 'n' pepper hair. He's about 5'7", compact, experienced just how I like them. I have wanted him before back when I was 16. He was friends with my uncle and wouldn't touch my virgin breasts when I would flash him, but now I'm sure he can't resist. He sees me and I flash him a coy smile. He walks over and runs his fingers along the neck of my Harley Davidson jacket and asks me if I'd ever ridden one. I said no but I had ridden on a Honda dirt bike once. He laughs and tells me to climb on the back. I hold on to his strong body as he drives me to old man Davidson's secluded open field. As he stops the bike and gets off, I climb off, too. I'm blushing, nervous, my heart beating so fast. He tells me to turn around and starts kissing me softly at first, gaining strength as he gains confidence that I want him as much as he wants me. He pulls of my jacket and rips off my shirt, throwing them on the ground. I stand there shocked. He smiles and bends down and takes my right nipple in his mouth, his tongue circling my nipple getting harder and harder. His hand massages my left breast. I'm breathing harder, my pussy's getting wetter. I put my hand on his head, pressing his mouth down on me telling him to bite my nipple. He takes my nipple between his teeth playfully and shakes his head like a dog with a new toy. He releases my nipple, smiling. He begins to trail kisses and licking his way down my belly. He quickly undoes my jeans and pulls them down. I step out of them, and he throws them on the ground beside my ripped shirt. He gazes appreciatively at my black velvet thong. I undo the diamond clasps and let the thong fall down to the grass. He props my leg on the footrest of his bike and kneels down and starts licking my wet, smooth pussy. I'm resistant at first but he puts his hand firmly on my ass pulling me closer. I gasp at the strange sensation of pleasure only he has been able to bring. Suddenly, I can't stand it anymore. I'm so horny and wet for James. I'm practically fucking his face. I get down on my knees and start kissing him passionately. He stands up. I look up at his tan face, his hard lines giving him a distinguished look as I undo his jeans, so eager to bring him pleasure. I take his huge 12-inch cock in my tiny mouth. He smiles as I start sucking his dick slowly as I play with his tight shaven balls, letting my hand wander to his hard ass. I let my head bob up and down as he starts pumping my face slowly. My tongue fiercely moves up and down his hard, throbbing shaft. He quickly pulls me up and kisses me gently, exploring my soft mouth. He nudges me over to the bike and tells me to sit on the black leather seat. Then he slowly slides his cock in my slick hole. At first I resist him, my eyes widening. He holds true to his course and holds me steady, and whispers into my ear, telling me that I had already given up my hopes and inhibitions about being a virgin when I'd agreed to ride with him. He then says to give over to absolute pleasure. I smile weakly and kiss him sweetly, my mind full of regret and relief. He starts to pump in and out of my tight, gripping pussy. I want him so bad. I tell him faster, harder. But he stays sure, slow, and steady. I tilt my hips and wiggle my body wanting instant release. James tells me to be still and let him bring me to absolute pleasure. He calls me "His Pet" and I melt. I loved being called that. He slowly pumps my slick, wet pussy aching to be fucked into release. He smiles as I rock my hips, my breathing frantic and unsteady. He pulls me up and tells me to bend over. As James enters my from behind he laughs as my pussy grips at his gigantic cock. He leans his head back as he slams into my pussy, slapping my ass as I arch my back. He's riding me harder and harder, faster and faster. I'm smiling as I move back to meet him push for push. I cum as he's pounding my pussy. He goes to pull out; I whine, wanting more of his huge cock. He smiles and gasps when I push him to the ground and straddle him, positioning him between my slick thighs. I put his cock at the entrance to my slick pussy. I pound my pussy down, impaling myself on his hard cock. I slide up and down his hard cock, fitting all of him inside me. He rises up with urgency and intimately kisses me on the mouth. I cum again as he rolls me on my back and put my legs over his shoulders. He slides into my eager pussy, filling it to the brim. He slams his cock in and out of my pussy. All the way inside me, shaking up my soul. His cum is boiling in his balls, rising up his cock as he explodes inside me. He fills me with his hot cum as I cum again. I am close to tears, overwhelmed with unearthly pleasure. Then my mind registers what just happened. I ask if he's had a vasectomy, and he assures me that he's had one. He bends over and kisses me. We stand up and straighten ourselves. I zip up my jacket over my bare breasts. I smile, and climb on the back of his motorcycle as he drives me home. My mom meets us at the door, and asks if I had a fun ride. I smile and tell her I had a great ride as James take my hand, gently kisses it, and tells me bye. Mom tells me it was really nice of him to give me a ride on his motorcycle. She asks me if I said thank you. I smile sweetly as I close the front door and say, "I sure did." My First Harley We kissed deeply, all tongues and passion. Her legs moved so that she was on her knees astride my hips. Hands came around my shoulders as she sat on my thighs, and began to push my robe aside. When my robe was beneath my body she pushed my chest until I was flat on my back. She slid down my body until her thighs were astride my right ankle, as she lowered her head to my raging erection. I watched as her lips captured the head of my shaft and she began to lick, nibble and suck. Her quim was wrapped around my ankle and she moved her hips back and forth against it. The red hair that I loved so much was moving up and down over my groin with one hand moving in unison with her mouth while the other cupped and caressed my sack and its contents. I lay back with my eyes closed and enjoyed the sensations coursing through me. Involuntarily my hips began to rise and fall counter to her sucking. Cum was boiling in my testes and making ready for launching. I let her have her way. She could have my ejaculation any place she wanted it. My scrotum and balls began to tighten in advance of explosion, and my lungs were working like bellows. Grunts escaped my lips as the point of no return approached. Marcy's throat was drenched with cum as I exploded again and again. She was mewling deep in her throat as she too climaxed in another orgasm from dry humping my ankle. Her hip movement slowed as she continued to suck and clean my shaft. To my amazement it began to rise to the occasion again. This had not happened for many years. I was not used to returning to form so quickly. Marcy seemed pleased as she lifted her head from me, but continued to gently stroke my member. She smiled at me with a look that almost said, "Look what I was able to do Daddy." When I was standing tall again Marcy's wet pussy moved up my leg leaving a moist trail behind it. She brought her knees up to either side of my hips and lifted my manhood to her opening. Rising up she placed my rigid staff at her entrance and began to lower herself on me. Soft wet warmth engulfed me as she lowered herself slowly, and her inner muscles snugged around me when she reached bottom. There was a look of intense concentration on her face, and she began to rock back and forth. Her hands were placed on my shoulders and she looked deep into my eyes with her smoldering emeralds. This woman was passion personified at that moment. My hands fell to her leather clad thighs and caressed upward. The swell of her firm but supple hips filled my hands and I slowly pulled them back and forth. Then up her flanks under the vest to her breasts they went. I filled each had with abundant breast and fondled caressed and tweaked. Her head went back and she gasped as I pinched her tender buds. "Lover," she said, "I haven't been this hot for ages. What you are doing to me ought to be a crime, but don't stop what ever you do." Her breath began to come faster again, and the pace of her hips began to increase. She pushed herself erect off my shoulders and threw her head back. I looked at the contrast between the black leather and her alabaster skin. Her breasts were playing peekaboo from behind the vest, and moans and grunts were coming from deep within. "Oh baby, this feels wonderful." She said. "Oh babe," I replied, "ride my like a bronco. Go Babe, go." My hips began coming off the floor as she descended. A very erotic squishy slapping sound could be heard each time that our bodies came together. Her hands went behind her and grabbed my ankles pulling her torso back. This tightened her pussy down on top of my staff and caused more friction against her clit. Our hip movements became more frantic as her orgasm approached. I knew I was not going to come this time. Her excellent oral ministrations were allowing me to stay hard without cumming for a while. I actually felt as if I could keep pleasuring her all night. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Ungh, Ungh, Ungh," came from my beautiful love partner as she approached ecstasy once again. "I'm cumming baby, keep it up, don't stop." I had no intention of stopping. I was intent on giving her as much pleasure as she could stand. All she could take. She was taking pretty well right now too. She screamed out her orgasm as her body tightened and trembled above me. My hands were everywhere over her body. At the height of her excitement I placed my thumb on her clitoris and strummed it like a guitar string. Marcy began screaming and bouncing on me like a wild woman in the throes of her immense pleasure. She collapsed on my chest panting like a racehorse and trembling all over. I stoked her back and sides gently, spoke soft words of love and endearment, and kissed her lightly all over her face. Slowly she came down and her breathing slowed. Soon there was the sound of a soft snore. I was still hard within her and began a slow in and out movement beneath her. Even in her state of sleep her hips began to respond to my stimulation of her love center. She woke with a start and sat up on me while clamping her hips and pussy down on me. The smile on her face told it all. "You didn't come did you?" I shook my head and smiled. Lets go up to bed she said. We about ran up the stairs and jumped on the bed. Marcy rolled onto her back and spread her legs. "C'mon big fella. Do me one more time. I want that thing of yours in me NOW." She demanded. "Your wish is my command my love." Was my response as I lowered my self and sank into her to my balls. Her legs clamped around me and she met me stroke for stroke. Once again the squishy slapping noise returned as we pounded each other to glory again. We ended grunting and screaming each other's name. After we calmed down we fell apart exhausted. I spooned her from behind with my staff nestled between her thighs. Her last words before sleep were, "I get the first ride." "Yes my love." She was asleep before I finished the words. The vest and chaps were still on her as she slept. This is not THE END Comments and constructive criticism welcome.