We’re riding on a narrow, twisting mountain road. Themorning sun is warm on our faces, and your body ispressed tightly against my back. I can feel your fullbreasts against me, your nipples hard from the coolmorning air. Your hair flows out from under yourhelmet in our slipstream like molten honey.
The road narrows, forcing me to drop the big Harleydown a gear. The rpm and vibrations increase, the bigV-twin engine throbbing between our legs like thepounding heart of a huge, wild beast. The roughsurface of the road causes your crotch to move againstmy back, and I hear you moan softly against myshoulder as we lean into a turn. The vibrations travelup through the seat to caress your most intimaterecesses.
Soon, I can feel you press tighter against me, yourthighs squeezing my hips, as your hands move over mylegs like velvet fire. My every sense is awakened byyour touch, my flesh begging for your caress. As theroad straightens slightly, I chance a quick glance inmy rear-view mirror. The sunshine caressing yourwind-blown hair turns it into a saffron halo. Yourface is turned toward the sun, and I can see youreyes, partially closed behind the dark lenses of yourriding glasses. Your lower lip trembles slightly,trapped gently between your teeth. My sweaty hands areslick on the controls as my own excitement builds fromwatching you, from feeling the heat of your body sonear me.
I feel your legs squeeze me harder, and I reach downwith my left hand. I gently take your hand, and guideit back to the waistband of your Levi’s, where itdisappears from view beneath the sheltering cloth.
I feel your fingers working against my back, and Iknow you’re rubbing your clit, and pushing yourfingers deep into the steamy wetness of your sweetpussy. Seeming to read my thoughts, you pull your handfree, pressing your fingers to my lips so I can lickand suck your sweet nectar from them before you returnthem to their task.
I savor the taste of you, licking the last traces frommy lips as your body begins to shudder with yourclimax, the fingers of your right hand fiercelyclutching the soft flesh of my inner thigh. You throwyour head back, leaning into the wind, eyes tightlyclosed as a low moan escapes your parted lips. You cupyour fingers, trapping as much of your sweet, muskyjuices as you can, and bring them to my lips again. Ihold them on my tongue, savoring the taste of you,even as I suck your fingers dry.
I slow the Harley and pull off the road onto the sandyshoulder at the forest’s edge, no longer trusting myshaking hands to control the heavy machine. We sit,engine idling, beneath the shade of the overhangingpines to let our senses return. Your cheek is pressedgently to my shoulder, your arms wrapped around mychest, your long fingers kneading my flesh gently. Iturn and pull you against me, kissing you softly,sharing the enticing and magical taste of you.
