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Lynn
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"God, this has GOT to be the most boring night ever in all
of mankind! I can't believe I can't find SOMETHING to do other
than watch television. Shit, can my life REALLY be this boring??"
"What the hell was that noise", I think to myself. As I get
up from in front of the television, I look out the window to see
a headlight turned off and the faint shadow of a motorcycle in my
driveway.
"Who the hell could that be", I mutter as I walk to the
door.
The shock of a motorcycle in my front yard at 3 a.m. is
nothing compared to what I see when I open the door. There you
stand in a knee length leather trench coat with your hair tied
back in a ponytail.
"Would you like to come in Lynn", I ask hoping against hope.
As you smile up at me from my doorstep you whisper,
"Actually, I had something else in mind."
I'm confused for a moment by what you mean but, before the
night is over, I will grow accustomed to being confused and
speechless.
As I search your face for meaning, you reach up and pull
your hair loose from the bow that was holding it. Of course, you
know what effect your long red hair has on me as you run your
hands through it a few times for effect and to get the knots out
from the wind.
It hadn't donned on me yet that the outfit you were wearing
would cause you to be incredibly cold on the motorcycle.
Apparently my brain was some what frozen by seeing you on my door
step. After you've straightened your hair out, you hands move to
the buttons on the trench coat and I follow those fingers with
growing interest. After the first two buttons, all I see if skin
and I am beginning to wonder if you bothered putting anything on
under the coat. As you reach the third button, I catch a quick
glimpse of blue lace. My first thought is that it's some form of
halter top but as you get to the fourth button, I see it's a blue
lace bra! You pause after the fourth button to give me time to
catch my breathe. I am mesmerized by the hypnotic effect of
watching your breasts rise and fall as you breathe. Fortunately,
not all parts of my body are as frozen as my brain. You realize
what effect you are having over me when you glance down and see a
rising bulge in the workout shorts I'm wearing. With an evil
grin, you process to undo the fifth and sixth buttons on the coat
quickly. Again a see blue lace but this time I have no doubt as
to what it is. With the seventh and final button undone you pull
open the sides of the coat to reveal one of the most erotic
sights I have ever witnessed. The effect of your long red hair,
green eyes and your beautifully encased body in the blue lace is
even more mind numbing.
After nearly a full minute of letting me stare at the feast
before my eyes, you close the coat slightly and ask, "Any ideas
pop into your 'head'?"
"Several", is all I can bring myself to say.
Finally I shake my head to check if I'm awake and when I
look again you are, indeed, still standing on my door step.
"Let's go for a ride", I say to you with a glimmer of a
grin.
"Shouldn't you get dressed? You'll get awfully cold on the
motorcycle wearing just that!"
"I think I can handle it if you can" I reply with a smile.
"Well, we'll see about that" you say with an evil smirk.
Walking back out to your motorcycle is nearly as
spellbinding as seeing you before. As I walk, I can't help, and I
doubt you would want me to, to stare and the sway of your ass as
you walk in front of me.
"Aren't you going to button up the coat again?" I ask half
hoping so I can regain some of my composure.
"Why? You seem to like the view and I love the feel of the
wind while I ride. It's not as good as being naked but it's damn
close!"
I reel at the idea of you riding naked but, considering what
I've seen so far, I'm not all that shocked at the idea.
"Where do you want to go Steven?"
"How about Sebastian Inlet. I know some nice places around
there."
"Climb on and wrap your arms around me and let's go then!"
The idea that I have never ridden on a motorcycle before is
that LAST thought in my mind as I climb on behind you. As I
settle into the sit, I feel you lean back against me and I can
feel the warmth of your body through the coat. Slowly I wrap my
arms around your waist and bring my hands together in your lap.
The smell of your perfume completes the scene as we take off.
The air in my face has brought most of my senses back. For
the first few minutes on the road I am still brain dead from the
overload to my senses. Now I begin to think about the situation
and a very big smile comes to my face as I realize just how
advantageous the placement of my hands are. Slowly and
deliberately I unclasp my fingers to send my hands on separate
journeys. My right hand begins to move slowly over your belly on
a rise towards your tits as my left hand follows the same trail
only downward to your pussy. Long before my hands get to the
final resting places I feel you take in a sharp breath as my
hands work over your body. More than my fingertips, I am using my
nails to lightly run over your skin and your hands begin to shake
and your legs tremble.
As my right hand moves further up I begin to feel the lace
on the underside of your bra. With a smile hidden to you I slowly
cup my hand around your right tit and squeeze gently. Not
surprising your nipple is already hard from the wind and I can
feel it pressing gently into the palm of my hand. There is an
incredible feeling in having my hand on your tits while the wind
blows in our faces as we scream down the road on your motorcycle.
With the right hand well occupied, I begin to feel lace with
the left hand and know I have reached your panties. Slowly I work
my fingers inside the elastic waistband and move them gently down
between your legs. I'm amazed by the softness of the skin I find
underneath and as I move further down I realize you must have
shaved for the evening.
"Good", I think to myself, "She remembered that I prefer
pussy to hair pie!"
I hope your mind is on the road ahead because mine sure
isn't. While I have one hand working on your tits and the other
in your panties, I pull you back on the seat towards me so you
can feel the effect you're having on me as well. I hear you moan
softly as you feel the bulge in my shorts rub against you.
While mindful to pay attention to your tits, most of my
attention is centered on my left hand. With my middle finger I
find the top of your slit and feel how wet you are so far.
Feeling your wetness makes my dick strain even more in my shorts
as I slowly circle your clit with my middle finger. With
everything 3rd or 4th rotation around your clit I slip my finger
further down to the entrance of your pussy. Between the clit
action and the finger fucking, you start moaning and bucking your
hips against the seat of the cycle and against my hand. I tease
you like this for the next twenty minutes. I bring you to the
brink of cumming and then back off countless times.
You are nearly crazed by the time you finally pull over at
the Inlet. My fingers are crammed but I could care less. The look
of pure lust in your eyes is more than enough to make up for a
little pain.
As you stand to get off the cycle I turn you around, reach
up and hold your face in my hands and kiss you. What starts as a
tender kiss quickly becomes inflamed and we lose all sense of
anything around us as our tongue start dancing against one
another. With our lips and tongues locked, I move my hand back
down to your pussy to continue where I had left off before.
After a few more minutes of tongue play and finger fucking
you, I get off the motorcycle but tell you to stay where you are.
I lift your ass off the seat long enough to remove your panties.
Knowing how your juices excite you, and knowing how wet the
panties are, I hand them to you to enjoy. While you play with
the blue lace I lower my mouth to the inside of your thigh. Again
I hear you moan as I move first my lips and then my tongue up the
inside of your thigh from just above your knee to just before you
pussy. After a few minutes of this kind of teasing, I begin to
lightly flick the point of my tongue over your clit. Your moaning
become louder and I'm glad I picked some place that would be
deserted at this time of the morning.
I know you are extremely close to cumming and have been for
nearly a half hour so I decide to finally bring you over the
edge. With the flat of my tongue I begin to lap your clit while
using two of my fingers to slowly finger fuck you, rubbing your
clit from the inside as well.
This is more than you can stand and your legs close firmly
around my head and force my face deeper into your pussy while you
run your finger nails up my back, leaving small trails of blood
in their wake.
Finally, after several minutes and at least 3 continuous
orgasms, you relax your legs and let me stand back up.
"Come here", you whisper.
As I lean back into you I feel your hand rubbing my dick
through my shorts and you first lick your juices off my face and
then try to get whatever's left on the inside of my mouth as
well.
"Sit down Steven", you say as you stand up next to me.
Just before I sit on the seat you stop me for a second and
lower my shorts. As the cool air hits my dick it rises straight
out from my crotch and nearly hits you in the face while you're
kneeling to remove my shorts.
"This is going to be fun", you say as I sit down and you
remain kneeling. Once again my head begins to swim as your lips
slowly encircle the head of my cock. As you swirl your tongue
around the head I feel like I am going to lose my mind but as you
swiftly take the full length into your throat I fear losing
something else.
"God, you're fucking incredible Lynn", I moan trying to
refrain from the enviable.
Knowing you have me on the same edge I had you for the
entire trip down here, it's your turn to tease me for awhile.
Every time you sense me getting to close, you stop and it's pure
agony for me, with a great deal of ecstacy as well. Finally after
10 minutes I feel like I am going to explode if you even breath
on my dick and you can tell there is no stopping this time. You
know that I love to feel the head of my dick sliding into the
opening of your throat and take my full length back in as I start
to cum. I try to stifle a scream and am only half successful as I
empty my balls directly into your stomach.
For the next several minutes we sit on the bike looking out
into the waves and just hold one another. While we sit there, we
talk and our hands mindless play with each others body until we
are fully excited again.
"Steven, there is something I've always wanted to try. I
want you to fuck me on the bike!"
I sit back in the seat as you start the engine and put the
bike in neutral. As you rev the machine, I feel the vibrations
through the seat and know why you wanted this. Once you have the
bike running again, you climb onto the seat and lower yourself on
my dick.
"FUCK!", I think to myself, "And I thought her mouth was
hot!"
After the blow job, I know it's going to be a while before I
cum again but I know the vibrations are working on your body at
the same time my dick is working it and it won't be long for you.
As if you're reading my mind, I feel the walls of your pussy
begin to contract around my dick and I reach up and rev the
engine to send more vibrations through the bike. I feel your
nails on my back again as you dig them into me while biting into
my neck to keep from screaming at the top of your lungs. The
combination of the pain in my back and neck is nothing compared
to the pleasure I know I'm giving you.
After the first orgasm in this position we switch positions
so you're facing forward on the bike and your pussy is leaning
over the gas tank so the vibrations are directly on your clit.
You stand up a bit so I can work my dick into you from behind and
I fuck you hard to another orgasm.
As you rest from this last cum I slow my pace and start
fucking you with long, deep, slow strokes. By now the sun is
starting to rise and, not wanting to get caught, we decide it's
time to head back home. While we ride home, I continue to gently
play with your tits.
Once back to my house you walk me to my door.
"Why don't you come in? It looks like we both could use some
rest", I say while smiling and digging out my keys.
Once inside we head for the bedroom and lie down on my
waterbed.
"Steven, I'm tired but it's not fair! I got to come a dozen
times and you only had one!"
The pout of your lips makes my dick jerk back awake as I
move closer to you on the bed and wrap and arm around your waist.
"Don't worry about it. We have all day to make up for that",
I whisper in your ear as you smile and drift off to sleep
thinking of what the rest of the day may hold.
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