Meagan stares at me, her deep green eyes sparking as she reads my face, her hand resting on the back seat of my motorcycle with a caressing touch. “Take me for a ride?” she says.
I stare back at her face willfully, trying hard not to glance at her large breasts. “I’d like to, but I don’t have an extra helmet.” I say, turning to start the bike. With the flip of a switch, it roars to life, the angst ridden v-twin rattling the low slung frame in threatening invitation.
“I don’t need a helmet.” She swings a lithe, toned thigh over my bike, skin glistening in the sun from under a mid-length skirt. Her figure is arched and athletic — it’s hard to believe she’s got two kids at home.
“I don’t know.” I say.
“C’mon, just around the block.” She taps the seat in front of me. “It’s been so long since I’ve been on one of these.”
I shrug and finish strapping on my helmet. I did what I could. Her husband probably won’t hunt me down for this, anyway.
I slide into the seat in front of her, acutely aware of her delicate hands as they grip around my waist. “Okay, a little rip, then.” I twist the throttle and the engine barks, sending lurching vibrations up the frame of the bike. She grips a little harder. “And we’re off.”
We roll out of the parking lot and onto a side street, loping along at a relaxed pace in the hot summer air.
“This is nice!” says Meagan, yelling over the wind.
I lift my visor to hear, and a strand of her blonde hair whips into my helmet, getting stuck on my lip. I sputter it out and can feel her shake in a little giggle at my back.
“Let’s go farther.” She says. “Take Chestnut until we hit the country roads.”
“Alright, but then we’re turning back.” I say, feeling like a hypocrite in my full faced helmet.
We head down Chestnut, a quaint residential thoroughfare lined with colorful townhouses and evergreens that freshen the air with the scent of mountain pines. The street cuts through town and soon opens up to wide roads and vast fields.
Here, I get on the throttle, torquing my wrist as the lively v-twin starts to vibrate, climbing to higher speeds. It sends pulses of sensation up my arms and through my legs. Behind me, I feel Meagan tense as she leans into me.
We continue to accelerate, and I kick through gears as the bike reaches seventy miles per hour. The vibrations are strong now, numbing my fingers as I hold firmly to the grips. I feel Meagan squirm behind me as her bare thigh’s tighten around my waist.
“You alright?” I say, slowing down so I can hear her response.
She nods and gives me a sly smile that I’ve never seen her wear in the office. “Go faster!” she says.
I get back on the throttle until I’m coasting at seventy. I can feel her body tensing up as the vibes kick in once more, feel a rattle from her chest as she runs her hands up and down my abdomen. I’m not sure what she’s doing, but I don’t want it to stop. I feel myself stiffen, my member bulging up against the rough fabric of my jeans.
I don’t know what to make of this. Is she making moves on me? I quickly look over my shoulder to see Meagan’s eyes closed, mouth parted in ecstasy. Could it be the vibrations?
I kick the bike down into fourth, causing the RPMs to shoot up as the engine works to match the speed — the bike shutters like a strip mall massage chair. Behind me, I feel Meagan’s body pulse as she presses against me more firmly. Jackpot.
I let off the throttle slightly for a moment of reprieve before cranking it back up, reaching for eighty as the bike purrs. Meagan grasps at my inner legs as she spasms, her voice barely audible over the roaring wind and engine. I’m grinning ear to ear.
I slow down once more before gunning it again to start the process all over. She’s slapping her hand against me now, shivering in a wild bodily giggle. I pull over.
“How you doing back there?” I say, lifting my visor.
“Oh, I’m good.” She says, smiling bashfully. Her cheeks are red.
“Want to take a break?” I step off the bike, and offer a gloved hand.
She accepts it gingerly, and I watch as she slowly lifts off the bike, leaving a small wet puddle beneath her. Some of it clings to her thighs, drawing sticky lines from the seat as she steps off.
“How was it?” I ask.
“Take off that helmet.” She says, ignoring the question as she fiddles with the strap under my chin. I help her, releasing the clasp as she pulls it off over my head and throws it to the ground. She seizes me immediately, pushing her lips against mine, forcing my mouth open as she darts her tongue in and out.
“Take me now.” She says.
It’s a command, and I obey, unzipping my trousers as she prostrates herself on the bike, lifting her right leg over the seat and planting her left in the ground. She then flips her skirt open and moves her fingers between her legs, sliding them beneath her underwear and around her labia as she moves the wet strip of cloth aside. “I said take me, you little bitch.”
I’m in a daze. Is this real? I move up behind her obediently, my cock hard and pulsing as I slide it between her thighs. The wetness engulfs me, a tantalizing contrast, urging me to eager rhythmic thrusts. She moans in response, her pussy gripping me as I push into her, vaginal fluid dripping down my leg. I can smell her now, a salty sweet scent that tickles my nostrils.
“Fuck me!” she moans, pressing herself against me and grinding against my pelvis in a circular motion. “Give me your cum.” She arches her back, staring at me over her shoulder, green eyes sharp and feline. “Shoot it deep inside me.”
I push into her harder, moving more quickly. I can see her massive breasts splayed around the sides of her chest jiggling with each thrust. “Fuck me, daddy!” She bites her lower lip. “Where’s my cum, daddy?”
I go rigid as I feel myself climaxing, the head of my penis swelling as it brushes against the ridges inside of her. Then I release, an eruption of thick fluid into her belly.
“There it is.” She flashes a wicked smile as she pushes against me once more, grinding on my pelvis as my now flaccid cock sits inside her, drained. After a moment, she pulls away slowly, adjusting her underwear so it covers her hole once more. I can already see cum seeping through the cloth.
She pivots her hips and turns to face me, drawing me in for another kiss before pressing a slim finger to my mouth. “Don’t you tell my husband, okay? This will be our little secret.” She winks and slides her legs back over the rear seat of the motorcycle, waiting for me to take her home.
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