Here in this story, I was 24, just finished first year of Med school and felt like a badass. I was crushing it there. Near top of my class. MD seemed like a for sure rather than a far away dream. So, now that it was summer break, a small one any way, I was once again on the hunt for an erotic and open and sexual, and hopefully sensual encounter with a woman or group. I open to all women size, age, shape, and race. Just be open and horny and ready for fun. To craigslist I went.
I found an older women, say early forties, with a picture showcasing her mixed iron gray and black hair, and a small Native American tattoo above her left tantalizingly semi sagging breast, and a cute smile. All she said was that she was looking a man with a motorcycle to give her a ride and then take her back to her place to then let her take advantage of them. Sign me the fuck up.
I’m short, 5’9”, but I lift heavy six days a week, long hair, big beard, and sport a nice 8 inch cock. I give more details in past posts. Plus, I ride a Harley Davidson when the winter allows here. On the outside and when I talk to the average person I’m a nerdy but semi jacked guy, but underneath I’m insatiable when it come to anything sexual. Unstoppable in my hunger.
We exchange pleasantries and a few more scandalous pics. It shows she’s been a mother a time or two and she only has a few daytime meetings available in her schedule. No problem. I meet her at her complex with my leather jacket and my extra helmet strapped to the back of the Softail. I give her a ring and she bounds out with a rumpled t-shirt, obviously no bra to hold up those suckled B-cups, and a torn 80’s Jean jacket.
“Ready to go I see?”, I say.
“You know it.”, she says. She wasn’t about to not get what she wanted.
“Anywhere in particular?”, I call over the loud engine starting, warming it up.
“Not too far.”, she says as she pulls on the helmet and straddles begin me. The bike shifts side to side as her feet hit the pegs and I can feel her tighten to me with her hips.
“I need time be able to take advantage of you.”, she says, her visor up. She squeezes me around my back and chest. I swear this milf would have skipped the ride if I let her.
We he head off for like twenty minutes but I swing it back as quick as I could without seeming too eager. The closer we get back to her place I can feel her hands on my thighs as I shift and brake, half humping me from behind. She’s warmed up from the V-twin vibrations, I’m betting.
I stop and before I can get the kick stand down she is off and running. I leave my jacket and helmet on the bike and follow her up the couple flights of stairs and into her apartment. The inside is littered with kid’s things. Legos, balls, colorful plastic creations and the like.
She sees me looking at the stuff as she closes the door behind me.
“Sometimes I just need a break to not play mommy.”
“I understand.”’ I said, “this is your time, now.”
She came in close and came in fast. Her hands were on my shoulders and I put mine on her back. She arched back slightly, letting her iron hair fall behind her like it was in a movie. I never realized till that moment but she tasted like an ashtray. She must have tried to hide it, but there inside her mouth was like 20 years of cigarette smell rolled up. You get used to, like a overcooked brisket. It almost turned me on more. This woman with all these responsibilities trying the best she could with all the vices and crutches that goes on with it. I’d be making this about here.
We locked in the hard kissing for a few minutes, going at it until I picked her small frame up and walked her to the bedroom. My hands supporting her half flat ass, groping up under her shirt as I could.
I dropped her in her bed and immediately lifted my shirt off. Her hands were up by the tops of her long hair, like when you wake up and stretch. She rubbed her legs together in an anticipatory tangle. I fell into her, one hand holding her arms up by the wrists while I lathered her with my mouth. Her face, her neck, her ears, breathing hard into them. I paused and removed her t shirt up Over her head and pounced onto her tits.
They were laying mostly flat and off to the side of her. Motherhood had seemingly never allowed her the time to recover from what it had initially done to her body. But I worshipped all the same. I massaged one breast, the one with the Native American tattoo just over it. Kissing and playing up to the dark nipple that was perked just for me. I notice the dulled ink of blue and green, the stretch marks running down it. I never hesitated to go between her breasts, still holding her hands up while she squirmed beneath me.
I let her up and she sat up immediately gripping my wife back with her face onto my shoulder, almost in a hug, as if taking a break from the excitement. But it was nothing compared to what was to come for her.
She went for the buckle on my jeans, but I stopped her and laid her down again. Working my mouth and hands over her breast until I began to lower my face towards her unbuttoned jeans. I kissed her soft little pooch of a belly, still caressing her tits and sides along her ribs, holding her tight in my hands. I pulled them down and onto the sides of her jeans, sliding them and her pantries off in one go and off to the side.
She lay bare before me. Completely shaved and perfectly formed. The lips of her were dark and I felt like that moment lasted forever. Each womanhood is a delicate thing, unique and I love them. It took all I could to not dive into her with my face. I even pretended to, striding forward while she watched but at the last moment I turned away holding onto her shaking thighs.
I don’t know how long I teased but I know she loved it. I put my hands all over her ass and inner things and belly and even her calves. I moved my mouth closer and closer. Nipping at her lips, playing the area with my tongue until finally lapping at her where she sighed and exhaled in relief. I sucked and circled and nuzzled until she was heading for more. Then came my hands.
I went up into my knees and began to work a finger along her sides and then half in and then fully. I became a surgeon later in life and my hands are instruments for many things. With one I rocked the man in the boat, gently and pressing when needed. The other explored her outer and then inner until she was purring. With a rush I inferred my finer farther and used my thumb to play with her clit while I went up and forward to the package of nerves at her Anterior wall.
I pressed. I pressed and then rubbbed, ally he while finger banging and thumb clit rubbing. Moderate and then hard until it’s all she can do to stay in my fingers. I put one arm behind her back while I take her on and then over the waves of pleasure. She’s sweating now and bucking and in a crazy she clenches down with her legs shaking. Any uncomfortableness with her own body gone. She reaches for me and embraces me again in one of those sensually sweet hugs as I removed my hands from her.
We sat there for a while like that while she breathed, calming, her sweat dripping and sticking into my chest and shoulder.
After a while she came down. We talked a bit and I left her.
I’d see her a time again for a blowjob and another motorcycle ride, but after that I never saw her again as I went back to med school a week or two later.
I’ll try to write down more stories in the upcoming weeks. I’m starting another residency soon and have some time off the write more. Maybe even make a couple new memories to write if I can.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f2u1f7/motorcyle_ride_and_orgasms_for_her
lol 5’9 calling yourself short