Motorcycle Mistakes: The Story Of How The Fuck Did I Not Die [MF]

I am now married but occasionally like to think back on my University adventures. This story occurred back just after I graduated, I was 22. I am a average size male in just about every respect, I have very pretty eyes though, and was decently fit in college though nothing crazy. I was staying in the college town over the summer because I refused to believe college was over, so I crashed with some friends next door and signed up to TA a class. This was a great time to play around on my new 600cc sport-touring motorcycle, I had just bought it toward the end of the semester and was enjoying riding around the countryside. I was also excited to give my friends of the female persuasion rides as well as I needed all the help I could get with the opposite sex. The biggest problem was that it as a college town over the summer and there was almost no one there.

I honestly don’t remember how I got her number. Insert interesting story here I guess, this is the problem with long ago memories. Her name was Emma. She was a hippie-ish girl with shorter brown hair, very cute, little older than me. She was very fit with nice solid B-cups and. Think kinda like Natalie Portman but kinda silly and with brown curly hair. The only problem here was that she was one of my best friends older sisters and as soon as we started flirting she said that he COULD NOT find out about this. We agreed to go on a date but it had to be in the next town over just in case. I said I would pick her up on my motorcycle since she had never been on a ride on one before (pretty sure this is 90% of the reason she agreed).

I get to her house, pick her up, and we drive half an hour south to go out to dinner. I don’t have anything fancy on this bike so no talking is possible as we are averaging 85 mph down the highway. We get to dinner and have a very nice time. We finish up and decide to walk around the town a little bit since we cant chat on the motorcycle or anything. We wander up to a tiny college campus in the other town that neither of us had been to before and it was deserted just like ours was.

We are laying down in front of what appears to be some sort of main building as the sun is starting to set and I lean over and casually draw her into a kiss. This is great for a few minutes, but either she is way hornier than I was or more aggressive because she is soon kissing down my neck and getting really into this making out. I decide maybe we should try and find a more private spot so we move over to an entrance way by some bushes and she immediately starts making out with me hard and starts stroking my now super hard cock through my pants. I have my hands up her shirt and under her bra playing with her nipples as we make out. Of course at this moment someone walks out of the door we are in front of. We casually pretend to be doing nothing, despite panting heavily and trying to fix hide my the bulge in my pants with a hand in my pocket. After some dirty looks, I mention maybe we should head back. She agrees and we walk back to the motorcycle with our arms around each other but generally calming down. Or so I thought.

Back on the motorcycle, we start out normally leaving town but once we are on the highway her hands start moving down my chest and start stroking my cock through my pants. Pretty sure if I was wearing shorts between them riding up and how turned on I was, it would have been sticking out for the world to see down a pant leg. Now, being turned on myself, I try and figure out how to return this favor. She was wearing shorts and I find that by reaching behind me with my right hand (need the left for the gas, only need the right hand to shift and I was going at least 80 so 6th gear was fine) I can start rubbing her pussy through her pants while we are driving. This seems to drive her mad and she really starts going to town with her hand on me. It turns out her shorts are short enough that I can always get my fingers into her pants and underwear, but geometry and the fact that I am not double jointed prevent me from doing anything but rubbing her clit a bit. I have NO idea how I did not crash. This is by far one of the stupidest things I have ever done. Eventually I manage to get one of my two brain cells working correctly and pull her hand off me and convince her to stop for now.

I pull up back at my place, which is no longer my place since I am crashing in my friends room for the summer while they are gone. Once we stop she pulls off her helmet and says that I am being rather forward assuming she wants to come back to my place. The truth of the matter is that I simply forgot where her house was, but it worked out because then she asked me slyly if I was going to show her in or not. We get into the bed room (not mine) and I our clothes are off within 10 seconds. We are both so worked up that I try and go down on her but she grabs me, flips me over and pins me to the bed and she jumps on top of me and starts riding me. I last approximately 5 seconds after the last more than an hour of edging. She doesn’t care that I just came and keeps riding me to her hearts content having several of her own orgasms within a minute or two. After that we flop aside each other for a few minutes the sanity slowly returning. However, she gives me this look with a slight lip bite that drives me insane enough to get turned on again. After another, much more satisfying session on both our parts, I take her home much much later.

I never saw her again, I got the feeling that she didn’t want anything serious because of her brother, but it certainly was a fun evening. I don’t know what happened with her after that; I was off to another school soon but I wish her well. Still a fun story, and still don’t know how I didn’t die under an 18 wheeler.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/powfqv/motorcycle_mistakes_the_story_of_how_the_fuck_did