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Mark glanced at his speedometer, it read 77 miles per hour. He adjusted his foot on the accelerator, regretting his caution but knowing that his luck did not allow for carelessness. He was on his way to meet with the women he impetuously referred to as his girlfriend. It was impetuous because they had never met before. Oh, they knew each other inside and out, from favorite foods to most embarrassing moments. They had seen each other countless times in pictures and streaming video, but at long last they were going to meet.

It was also impetuous because they were both mired in their careers and in their lives. Moving closer was not an option for either Mark or Kathy, but after a year of online chatting, including countless times spent in front of webcams, they had insisted upon taking the chance. They just had to know what the other person was like. In person, that is.

It was a dreary August day outside, something uncommon in southern Michigan. It was still hot and balmy, but the warm rain made the humidity even worse. Typical weather would have been hot and unpleasant and blisteringly sunny for the locals who were used to less direct sunshine. Thus it was only atypical in the absence of the sun.

Mark pulled off at their agreed upon exit and drove up the road a ways to the nearby state park. He pulled off and checked his watch, anxious. He was early by nearly 30 minutes, but given the speed his blood was pulsing through his veins he was surprised he was not earlier still. He settled back and tried to calm himself, seeking peace through meditation. It eluded him.

Kathy pulled up and parked ahead of him, surprising him. He glanced at his watch and noticed they had 25 minutes to go until they were supposed to meet. He grinned when he realized she was clearly as nervous and as anxious as he was. Then again, what if it was not really Kathy? He peered at the van, fearful of making an embarrassing mistake. The color, dark green, and the model, a Ford Aerostar, were correct. It had Iowa tags on it. It had to be her!

Mark shut his car off and opened the door, instantly feeling the choking moisture threaten to smother his lungs. He ignored it and stepped out of his car, wishing for a moment that he had an umbrella to protect him from the persistent drizzle. Realizing wishes were useless, he strode forward boldly and walked up to the driver side of the van.

Before he could reach the window the door opened and a leg swung out. Mark realized he was holding his breath as he looked at the leg. It seemed to go on forever and, aside from the open toed sandals she wore that displayed her cutely painted toenails, it was naked. Eyes wide, he was soon greeted with the rest of her body. She stepped out of the van and smiled a little nervously at him. She had on a light pale blue dress that fell nearly to her knees once she was standing. Mark saw her and returned her smile, feeling a little less foolish all of a sudden.

"Hi," he said, stepping towards her.

Uncertainly she responded, raising her own hand as she parroted his greeting.

Mark shook his head and laughed, growing bolder by the second. He saw the same person now he had seen countless times on his computer monitor, and he knew how to read her. He took her hand and pulled her to him, catching her off guard but not off balance.

"Shaking hands? That's no way for us to finally meet," he said as he pulled her to him.

Kathy was surprised but she did not resist. She let him pull her into his arms and she enjoyed the feeling of his strong grip. Then their lips were touching and she closed her eyes, surrendering to his masculinity. The raw smell of the falling rain on the grass and forest floor, the taste of his skin, and the feel of his hands on her body caused her to lose herself in him.

When the kiss ended she realized she was all but panting for breath. The rain had picked up some, from a drizzle to a serious sprinkle. She stared at him and said, after a moment, "Hi". This time her voice was more relaxed and playful. Mark grinned at her and leaned in for another kiss.

"We'd better go somewhere and get out of this rain," he said to her when they finished with their second, and longer, kiss. Already her dress was sticking to her skin and showing just how truly light it was. Mark was not complaining, by any means, but he though propriety might serve him well.

"Mmmm," Kathy moaned softly. "I don't think so. I love the rain… you know what I've always wanted to do…"

Mark chuckled, then looked at her. Yes, she was serious. "Okay, where to?" He asked her.

"Follow me," she teased, turning back to her van and reaching inside to get her purse. She pulled it out and Mark's eyes creased in a smirk. He had teased her many times about the size of her purse, though before he had only seen it in pictures or via a webcam. It was large enough to fit a small dog inside and still have room left over.

Kathy took off down a trail, surprising him with her speed and apparent self-confidence. Then again, he knew that when she made her mind up to do something she was a force to be reckoned with. A grin on his face, he followed after her.

Several minutes of walking brought them to an area where the trail widened and a few wooden benches rested. The tree cover prevented the worst of the growing storm from reaching them, but large drops of water and occasional gusts of wind still plagued them. Mark had no complaints, of course, because it had turned Kathy's dress into something that he could see through.

She turned to face him and smiled, a little anxiety apparent in her curved lips. Mark stepped towards her, keeping his eyes away from her dark nipples that poked through the soaked material covering them. Their arms opened and they embraced again, reliving the passion they had shared only moments before.

Kathy could feel Mark's hardness straining against her through their wet clothing. She ground her thigh up against it, making him gasp. She grinned, breaking the kiss, and stepped back away from him. Mark tried to move forward to her but she held her hands out, fingertips lightly touching his shoulders. She shook her head, saying nothing, and let her hands drop to her sides.

Mark watched her, fascinated and caught up in her spell. Her fingers curled around the hem of her dress and pulled it up, peeling it away from where it was clinging to her skin. In slow, torturous moments she stood with her dress bunched up in her hands, then it was sailing through the air and landing on a bench. She stood nude in front of him, save for her sandles. She had worn no underwear beneath her dress.

Mark stepped towards her again, determined to possess her again. She let him, and they kissed anew. Mark's hands roamed over her back and sides, then down to her ass. He rubbed and grasped her naked flesh. Gently, yet firmly, he conveyed his need to her. Kathy writhed up against his trapped cock and felt him trembling against her.

Neither of them knew what happened next, whether Mark had pushed her down or whether she had dropped to her knees herself in front of him. What mattered was that her mouth was inches from his waist and both of them were totally focused on the moment. Kathy licked her lips and ran her hands up his thighs. Mark just stared at her, lost in the moment and in his passion.

She was undoing his belt and then the button on his pants then. Mark came to life, lifting his hands to help her, then realizing he would only get in the way. She unzipped him and reached inside, pulling him free from the sleeve his underwear had trapped him in. Mark stared in awe as she held him steady in her hands and reached out with her tongue to lick the growing wet spot on the end of his penis. She withdrew her tongue, causing a strand of the pre-cum to grow until it finally parted. Mark gasped, and that was apparently the signal Kathy was waiting for.

She opened her glistening lips and took him between them with no more preamble or warning. He shuddered and his hips bucked at the sudden sensations of warmth, pressure, and suction. Kathy descended on him until he bumped into the back of her throat, then she stopped. There was still a little distance to go on him, but one thing at a time.

She held him there in her mouth, stiff as a piece of forged steel, and increased her hold on him with her lips and her tongue. Sucking as hard as she could, she swallowed repeatedly. Mark's knees trembled and his hands reached out to her head, whether for balance or to guide her neither yet knew. It turned Kathy on immensely to know the effect she was having on him. Already she could taste a fresh surge of his pre-cum. She fought the urge to chuckle, knowing he would not last nearly as long as he had claimed over the net that he would be able to.

She began bobbing her head up and down on him then, using one hand in front of her lips to cover as much of his cock as she could and increase the pleasure. He groaned and let his hands ride with her head as it slowly pistoned on his shaft. Kathy's other hand slipped between his legs, her fingernails gently tickling and scratching at his scrotum and then the skin behind and beneath it.

Mark shuddered, bucking his hips forward again instinctively. Kathy tried not to grin around her mouthful of his flesh. She loved giving head, the power she felt while bringing her lover such pleasure, and the trust she felt bestowed on her to do so, was indescribable. Beyond definition as it was, it was also an incredible aphrodisiac to her.

After a few moments of being fed a gradual stream of Mark's seminal fluid Kathy realized she had to have some attention herself. She loved giving head and could happily do it for hours on end, but there was something special about this meeting. All the time they had spent chatting, all the things they had shared, and all the intimate moments without physical closeness between them were making this first meeting something so overpowering that she was breaking her own rules.

She dropped her hand from his balls and reached between her own spread legs. She slipped her finger inside of herself and realized, for the first time, that she was so wet and turned on that her juices were running down her legs. She almost laughed again, but was stopped by her growing lust as much as the dick in her mouth that would have muffled any attempts.

She reached into the purse beside her, which she had dropped before removing her dress and all but forgotten about. A few moments of blind fumbling and she found what she sought. A small vibrator, ready and anxious to be used. She slipped it between her legs and slid it inside of her pussy, surprised at how both how good it felt and how easily it had gained entrance.

Kathy realized how incredibly turned on she was as well. She could not remember ever having been as wet as she was right then and there. She was so turned on her juices were actually running down the insides of her thighs. Just having the small vibrator inside of her, even turned off, was distracting her from the task that she took such painstaking care in perfecting over the years.

Kathy slid her hand back up Mark's leg, the dildo concealed from his view and carefully not touching his skin. She reached up with her pointer finger and traced a line from his sack back to his rectum, tickling the skin as she want and making him moan appreciatively. When she reached his ass Mark's breath hissed between his teeth. He hesitated a moment then shifted his legs, allowing her better access. Kathy could not help but smile around him this time.

Her finger, also slick with her juices, probed gently at him, teasing and relaxing the muscles as it insistently slipped inside of him. He grunted at the intrusion, swelling harder in her mouth. Kathy slowed down her oral ministrations on him, careful to keep him from exploding too quickly. She pursed her lips tightly around his cock just behind the head of it, squeezing with her hand on it as well to help him regain a few precious moments of control. It worked, for Mark relaxed a little, the death grip his ass had on her finger relenting.

Kathy removed the finger, hearing his disappointed sigh and loving it. She replaced it with the tip of the vibrator, surprising him with its thicker girth and sliding it inside of him before he had a chance to react to it. He grunted, surprised and suddenly filled. Kathy held it in place and did her swallowing trick again, sucking forcefully at his dick with her mouth. He relaxed again and started using his hands to guide her head up and down on his cock again. Kathy smiled around him, knowing it was time.

She pulled her hand away from him and let him pull her all the way down until her lips mashed against his pubic hair. He held her there for a second then pulled her away, repeating the process with growing speed. Kathy adored the attention and the obvious care he was taking in not gagging her, for he was clearly lost in his passion.

She twisted the base of the vibrator then, turning it on inside of him. Mark moaned, the loudest and most powerful she had yet heard, and shuddered in her mouth. He lost control, pulling her head harder and faster on to him. Grinning in satisfaction at knowing she had done this to him, Kathy managed to get her hand back around the base of his cock to keep him from choking her accidentally. Nothing killed the mood of a good blow job more than a gagging and retching woman.

She twisted the slippery vibrating dildo in his ass and pistoned it in and out a little, causing his cock to stiffen in her mouth and spill out a small tremor induced dollop of his cum. It was time, and she knew it.

She pulled away from him, her face only inches from his throbbing penis, and worked her hand up and down his spit-slickened shaft as fast and as firmly as she could. Mark gasped and surrendered control of his body to the passions racing through him. His hips bucked in her hands and in seconds the first explosion racked through him and caused a rocket of his cum to burst across her face. The geyser continued interrupted only by the spasming muscles with him, coating her chin, lips, cheeks, nose, and even forehead with his juices. It took all the control Kathy had to not open her eyes and watch him for fear of getting hit directly in the eyes.

Finally the deluge of his hot seed ended. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, smiling happily at her success. She still held his manhood in her hand, which had begun to slowly recede from her. Meeting his appreciate gaze with her own lustful one, she stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of his cock where a thick drop of his semen had gathered. Normally the texture was something she could not handle, but in small amounts and for someone special she was willing to make exceptions.

Mark watched her appreciatively, still to overwhelmed by the earth-shattering blow job to think or react. She slipped the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked, making him shiver at the now sensitive nerve endings. She turned the vibrator off and pulled it out of him, dropping it in the wet grass beside the trail for later recovery. Mark stared down at her lovingly as she continued to massage him with her tongue and lips.

Much to his surprise she continued to do it, worshipping his penis as though it staying hard mattered to her more than life or death. The minutes passed by and he realized that the mental change that always happened after an orgasm was receding. Her technique was working, he was feeling more energetic and more focused on sex again. To echo his sentiments his cock started to swell again. It had never fully deflated thanks to her ministrations, and now it was engorging itself again for a second round. He grinned and reached down to her shoulders, pulling her up.

Kathy stood, unhappily relinquishing her mouth's grip on his dick, and looked at him. Forgetting the cum spattering her face he kissed her again, their tongues battling against each other. Then they parted and he turned her around and guided her to one of the benches. She followed his lead knelt on the seat and supported herself with her arms on the backrest of it. Mark reached up and wiped his face, realizing he wore some of his own spunk from the kiss, and pulled his hand away in concern. He looked at it for a long second, then shrugged and wiped his hand off on his shirt.

Mark stepped up behind Kathy and ran his fingers down her back, making her shiver in delight. He knelt down behind her and teased her ass with his fingertips, lightly running them all over it and paying special attention to the valley separating her cheeks. He slid his fingers down further, running them through the wet valley that her opened lips offered, and gently grazing her most sensitive spot. She jumped on the bench, surprised by her own reaction to his fingers and the magic they seemed to contain with them.

Then she felt Mark's tongue sliding down her that same valley. It dipped lower and lower, making her hold her breath and pray that he would not stop. She nearly squealed in excitement when he stayed on his course, and would have had her breath suddenly been lost to her. The feeling of his tongue licking over and teasing her rectum made her forget to breath. Then when she remembered all she could do was moan loudly at the incredible sensation of his hot breath on her sensitive skin. More than the sensation it was the intimacy and the knowledge that someone was actually licking her…back there!

She had fantasized for years of just such an encounter, and without even realizing it every shower had spent extra time making sure if it happened she would be ready for it. Having some warning, but still uncertain if they would hit it off in person, Kathy had gone out of her way to be sure she was as clean as humanly possible, both inside and out.

She had no idea if Mark appreciated her hard work or not, but she know that she certainly appreciated it! She moaned again as she felt his fingers flutter over her clitoris and his thumb slip insider her pussy. His tongue continued its dance and she lowered herself on the bench to push her ass up and back at him, giving him as much access as he wanted. To be so obscenely exposed only excited her more.

Knowing that the encounter was heading in the direction she had hoped and prayed it would, Kathy could stand no more torture, wonderful as it was. "I. Need. You. In. Me!" She gasped between breaths.

Unseen behind her, Mark grinned. He stood up and took his dick in his fist. It was still swollen and hard, begging to be used again. He nodded in pride and stepped up behind her, sliding it up and down from the steamy swamp of her pussy to the glistening starfish that was her anus. Kathy groaned and tried to talk but Mark was not paying attention, he slid his dick down to her entrance and plunged it inside of her liquid heat.

Kathy let out a long moan, her body pushing back against his instinctively. "No…" she gasped as the ground and pumped against each other. "Not there…"

Mark stopped, surprised. Did he hear her right? "You want it somewhere else?" he asked, uncertainly.

"Oh God yes!" she said, pushing back against him in spite of herself.

"Where do you want me?" He asked, playing dumb and having fun with it.

"Back there."

"Back where?" He continued, now teasing her.

"You know where, fuck me back there!"

Mark pulled out of her slowly, feeling the suction as her body told him it wanted him to remain where he was. He gently poked his dick at her asshole, just bumping up against it.

"You want me in here?" He asked.

"Yessssssss!" she hissed.

"You want me in your ass? You want me to fuck your ass?"

Kathy moaned and shook her head emphatically.

"Tell me then, tell me where you want it," he continued, applying a little pressure to drive her over the edge.

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Posted : 01/05/2011 5:36 pm
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"Fuck!" Kathy swore. "Put it in my ass, damn you! Get the KY out of my bag and lube us up then fuck my ass!"

Mark grinned. "Okay!" He said, turning and rifling through her bag until he found the tube of lubrication.

He squirted some out on his cock, smearing it over him with his hand until he was well covered, then doing the same with her ass. He worked it inside of her slowly and carefully, making certain she took first one, then two, and finally three fingers without any problems. He repositioned himself behind her and again let his dick poke gently at her backdoor.

"I'm ready, now fuck me with your ass," he told her.

Kathy grunted and pushed back on him instantly. Mark watched the head of his cock flatten and then begin to fight back against her. The only option was for her ass to open and accept it, which it did. He watched it stretch around him and then felt an almost audible pop as the head slipped inside of her. Kathy groaned anew and held still for a moment, becoming accustomed to his girth.

She pushed back again then, not stopping until her ass cheeks were fully resting against his abdomen. Mark stared down at her creamy cheeks and grinned. He held still and felt her alternately bearing down and then clenching on him, stimulating both of them from within.

"Oh God," Kathy moaned. "That feels so incredible… fuck me slowly, baby, I want this to last forever!"

Who was Mark to argue with a request like that? He pulled back slowly, focusing just as much as she was on the sensations of her tight sphincter clenching at him. Then they were pushing together again, just as slowly and every bit as caught up in the feeling of the incredibly arousing act. Mark also had the benefit of watching her ass push and pull with every thrust.

From time to time they would just stop and revel in the act of being joined in such an erotic way. The act of sodomy was so risqué, so wrong, so forbidden, so naughty, that they both had to be careful to avoid ending it prematurely from how much it turned them both on.

Finally even going slowly could not prevent Mark from growing too aroused. Kathy felt him stiffen and swell within her and she growled. "Not yet… please Mark, don't cum yet! You feel so good in me."

"Oh trust me, you feel even better!" Mark said, fighting the urge to pound into her and finish. He held himself still and let her tighten her ass around him, further distancing the climax he had neared.

They went at it for a while longer, both of them meeting each other as slowly as they could. Sometimes Mark would pull out of her completely and stare at her distended anus, then he would plunge back inside of her. From time to time he added some fresh KY as well to help ease their passage. At one point he noticed Kathy's hand slip off the back of the bench and slip up between her legs.

"Oh!" She gasped, surprised at how wet she was in spite of what she had experienced earlier. "Oh Mark! I'm…"

Mark laughed softly as she shuddered under him. She was so close she had not realized that she was more than ready to orgasm. She moaned nonstop, her ass pushing and pulling against him. Enough time had passed that Mark had gotten his stride and was doing fine, however, so he rode her as she orgasmed beneath and around him, doing what he could to try and increase her pleasure.

"Wow," she said dreamily when finally she began to relax.

Mark did not give her a chance for any more words. "Keep playing with yourself!" He demanded, grabbing on to her hips with his hands and suddenly kicking it into overdrive.

Kathy grunted in surprise as he began to hammer into her ass from behind. She remembered his words after a moment and renewed her rhythmic assault on her clit. It was super-sensitive, but his pounding into her filled her with warmth and a euphoric sensation that almost instantly transported her back to the magical location.

Resting just her shoulders on the backrest, Kathy reached back with her other hand between her legs and cupped Mark's testicles in them. Mark moaned and thrust even harder into her. She felt him stiffen and expand again inside of her, then felt his testicles draw up and begin to contract. He jerked and plunged himself fully into her time and again, and she found her own mind drifting into the clouds as her fingers circled rapidly around her sensitive button.

*****

"Woah!" Mark gasped, holding on to Kathy's hips as though his life depended on it. He was still hard inside of her, but the last of his cum had been blasted into her bowels. Kathy shuddered under him, still unable to speak.

Finally she turned her head a little and looked back at him, smiling softly. "Wow," she said softly, echoing his sentiments.

Mark started to back up and pull out of her but she stopped him. "No!" she asked, "just wait a little bit."

Mark nodded, in no great rush to end the tactile sensations himself. Together they had staved off biology once already, however, and soon they were forced to separate. He tucked himself back into his pants and helped Kathy back to her feet from the awkward position. She gathered up her dress, now thoroughly soaked with the rainwater, and smiled at him.

"This was incredible!" she told him. They kissed again and embraced, then she backed away.

"I've got to get going," she admitted.

"Going where? I thought we were going to spend the weekend together?" Mark said, suddenly surprised.

"Oh Mark… I'd love to but I need to get back."

"Oh, well… okay. Thanks for coming, I guess," he said, very confused.

"Look…" she began, then stalled. She turned and picked up her vibrator and slipped it into her purse. Then picking up the purse in one hand and the wadded up drss in the other, she started walking back down the trail towards the parking lot.

Surprised at her audacity and exhibitionism, Mark followed after her. He enjoyed the view very much and wondered if he could coax another performance out of his dick, but the growing concern over her suddenly strange behavior kept distracting him.

In the parking lot, with no other cars thankfully present, she hurried to her van and slipped inside of it. She pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt inside of it and turned to face him.

"This was incredible," she admitted, smiling somewhat sadly. "But I have to get back. I haven't been totally honest with you this entire time."

Mark's eyes narrowed. He stared at her, waiting for the other shoe to drop. "I'm married, Mark.."

She kept talking but Mark did not hear her words. His world had just crashed down around him. He nearly stumbled and fell, but instead put his hand out to the van and maintained his balance.

"Mark… Mark, can you hear me? Oh baby… I'm so sorry. I wanted to tell you but I couldn't. I knew you wouldn't want anything to do with me and I wanted you soooo badly!"

Mark nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

"This was so good, baby, I'll never forget it! And if we can I'd love to do it again. Look, I-"

"What about your husband?" Mark asked bitterly.

"He's gone a lot on business," she admitted, looking away shamefully. "We've both been cheating on each other for years, and we both know about it, so we're not really cheating… right?"

Mark refused to confirm or deny her statement. He just shook his head and turned around. He started to walk back to his car but stopped when she called out his name again pleadingly.

"Mark! Please baby… I'm so sorry I didn't tell you, but that doesn't change what happened between us. How good we made each other feel! Look at my face, baby. It's covered in your cum still and I'm not going to wash it off until I get home. I promise… not even when I stop to get gas or anything. Anybody that sees me will wonder what's on my face, and if they ask I'll tell them! Then they'll know how great we made each other feel. They'll know how much I feel for you."

Mark glanced back at her, determined to not let her see the hurt or the anger in his expression. He nodded once to her and opened his mouth to say something. He had no idea what, but he felt like he should say something. Then he closed it and shrugged. He smiled apologetically and turned and walked back to his car. He had a long ride home to get started, after all.

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Posted : 01/05/2011 5:37 pm
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She had talked about it for months, literally. She kept asking, half in jest and half seriously if I brought an extra helmet. Then, one day, I did. She walked by my desk and I cracked my crooked grin at her. She stopped and asked me what I was up to. So of course I told her.

"Rode my bike in today," I said, still grinning. "I might have brought an extra helmet too, if you're ready to feel the power between your legs."

She grinned right back at me, the smile reaching up to her sparkling green eyes easily, and nodded. "Ok!" She said, excited at the prospect. I was surprised, I had not expected her to take me up on the offer, she had always flirted around the idea before.

I should stop and explain what I am talking about I suppose. I am the proud owner of a motorcycle. Not just any motorcycle, but one of the biggest ones available without being custom built. The Honda VTX 1800. It has an 1800cc engine, which is 110 cubic inches to us Americans. That beats the average Harley out by 22 cubic inches and the infamous Harley Sportster by nearly twice that. It is a serious v-twin cranking out some massive power and, with the right set of pipes (which I had invested in), some beautiful sound.

But ask any cruiser biker and they will tell you that power is great, but power alone does not make the ride. Style is what it's about. Style and comfort. The VTX has both to spare, especially with my after-market Corbin seats I put on it.

The day wore on and I slipped in whatever off color joke I could when I was near her about it, trying to instill as much excitement into it as I could for her. Excitement and possibilities, the sort that could be easily argued in a court as sexual harassment. Fortunately for me, she and I had been flirting for quite some time, so there was no concerns between the two of us about that being a problem.

When five o clock finally rolled around I was shutting down my computer just in time to see her walking up to my office. She leaned against it, a hint of a mischievous smile on her face, and asked me if I was about ready to go. I returned her smile and finished getting everything ready for the next day. In moments we were heading out the doors.

"Nervous?" I asked her as we cleared the outer doorway of our plant.

"A little," she admitted nervously. "Are you a good driver?"

I chuckled. "Not to sound my own horn or anything, but I am the safest driver I know." It was easier to sound arrogant then to rattle off my bike riding history, lack of tickets and accidents, and close calls I had gone through thanks to cagers (people who drive cars) and wildlife.

She went to her Tahoe and put her purse inside of it, pausing only to fetch a hair tie so she could gather up her chin length sandy blond hair. Hair I yearned to run my fingers through and... ahem, well, those were thoughts best reserved for when I was alone late at night. No sense in making it difficult to sit on my bike.

I put my own helmet on and fired it up, listening to the throaty rumble of the exhaust. A few twists of the throttle to make sure the lines were clean and I slipped it into first with a mighty clunking of gears shifting. Even the transmission sounded big and muscular. I loved my bike. I motored out slowly and pulled up next to her, admiring her slim shape as she stood in her jeans and white sleeveless shirt waiting for me.

I pulled up to a stop and handed her the helmet that was resting on the passenger backrest. She slipped it over her head and slid the quick release together after a few fumbled attempts. I guess the name is misleading unless you are familiar with it. Anyhow, I waited patiently for her to put one foot up on the passenger floorboard (another after-market add on) and swing her leg over. She settled in behind me and rested her hands on my sides, sending my thoughts in a very pleasant but unnecessary direction. Between her knees pressing against me and her hands on my sides I needed to get moving to get some cool air to keep my head on me.

She was ready, I was ready, and the open road was taunting me. We headed out, leaving town behind us and me stretching the engine out, trying to see how she handled going fast. Speed was not really my thing, but it was fun to know that I can go fast when I want to. Her grip started tightening up on me at about 90 miles per hour. I grinned and kept going, finally hearing her telling me that we were going fast enough at 100. I still had some room to go but enough was enough.

I throttled down and we cruised down the country road at about 60, chatting idly about various things. We discussed our jobs and the state of our plant, which was looking better each day, as well as other employees (in a non-back stabbing kind of way). I had only anticipated a fairly short ride, 15 – 30 minutes or so, but she showed no signs of wanting to stop. Likewise her hands settled onto my sides in a more comfortable position and her knees pressed against me, sending all sorts of naughty thoughts through my mind.

We came out of a series of curves on a road, the fun ones that require some good leaning and accelerating through them, and she was holding on firmly to me and leaning close to me. I leaned back a little, testing the waters. We were on a long straightaway with at least a few miles before the next stop sign so I dropped my left hand off the handlebar and rested it on my thigh. My elbow brushed against her knee, as I had hoped it would.

"Your leg would make a good armrest!" I told her with a smile over the wind and the engine.

I saw her smile out of the corner of my eye and heard her reply, "Well there you go."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I rested my elbow on her knee, my hand hanging off the end of it into space. Plans went through my head at a mile a minute of how I could test the waters further.

I ended up leaving it there until we pulled up to the next stop sign two miles distant, at which point I needed it to work the clutch. I turned onto a northbound road that I knew would stretch out for a few a while and as soon as we were up to speed I used her leg as my armrest again. This time though I let it rest further back so that my hand rested lightly against her knee. I turned my head enough to see her and I grinned. She returned the smile, sending a shiver of excitement through me.

We pulled up behind a pickup that was going slower then I felt like going. I had to take my hand off so I trigger the turn signal to pass him. With the pickup behind us I decided to take the plunge. I let my arm hang down at my side, outside of her leg, and felt my fingers brush against her ankle. I rubbed my hand against her calf, sometimes using my fingers and other times using my palm with some pressure.

"What are you doing?" She asked me. Her tone was not dangerous, merely curious and, I thought, interested.

"You looked like you could use a good leg rub," I said, hoping fervently. She just smiled in return. Point for me!

I upped the ante and let my fingers drop beneath the cuff of her jeans. I rubbed them against her bare flesh, pulling the fabric out of the way as I went to gain as much access as I could. Her leg felt so smooth and good I was beginning to notice my pants were getting tight again.

"You're going to get me in trouble," she said in my ear. I turned to look at her and saw she wore an expression that was a mixture of excitement, arousal, and disbelief.

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked her.

"Sometimes," she replied.

Fair enough, she was not ready. I suspected if I pushed her I might be able to get my way, but that was not what I wanted. I wanted her – hell, I had wanted her ever since I started working there – but I wanted her to have no regrets and be willing to keep coming back for more. I pulled my arm up and away and rested it back on her leg, a relatively safe and neutral ground that let her know I was respecting her indecision but still very interested and not upset.

I had no idea what sort of thoughts were going through her head. We rode mostly in silence, with occasional bouts of conversation as one of us thought of something. She got a little closer and cozier to me, feeling not so nervous about our close contact now as she had earlier. Some good had come of it, at least, and for that I was grateful.

A little over an hour into the ride it was time for a break. I was running low on gas since I had not filled up before we left and my legs could use some stretching. I pulled into a gas station and she hopped off, expecting me to do the same. I grinned at her and just sat on the bike while I opened the tank and put the hose into it and filled it back up. $8.00 later and I was ready to put another 150+ miles on it.

I stood up and walked into the station to pay for it, asking her if she needed anything. She shook her head so I returned shortly. I walked past her and smirked, I had another little game to play.

"You're lucky, you know," I told her.

"Why's that?" She asked, playing into my hand perfectly.

"I'm making an exception for you, normally nobody rides back there with a bra on."

She laughed at that, then noticed that while I was smiling and having a good time my eyes did not leave hers. I was challenging her with my gaze, wondering what she would do. I was glad I had taken my sunglasses off or else the lack of eye contact might have backfired on me.

"I hate to break the rules," she said after a brief moment where I watched her make a very serious decision in her mind.

"For you I'm willing to bend the rules," I said, letting her know she was off the hook. I had seen all I needed to, she made the decision and was willing to do it.

I put my sunglasses back on and then my helmet, turning back to the bike. I sat down on it and thumbed the starter, listening happily as it roared to life. A few twists of the throttle to make sure it was good and I admired the looks nearby people gave me, checking out the bike. Sure, biker's can be vain at times, I will not deny it!

I looked back to see her slipping something into the back pocket of her jeans. She smiled mischievously at me and stepped onto the floorboard then swung her leg over the backrest. She settled down on it and scooted forward, getting closer to me then she had before. Her hands were back around my side though this time they were farther forward, her fingertips almost touching across my belly. Big bike, warm and sunny day, and a beautiful woman with me, how much better could life get?

We were rapidly getting into roads that I was unfamiliar with. I started asking her for an opinion of which direction we should head, and between the two of us we ended up picking some pretty random roads. We even ended up finding a dirt road at one point, which caused her to hold on even tighter and more closely to me as she was nervous about the loose gravel. I had been riding for most of my life so I knew how to handle the gravel. Of course I was not about to discourage her from getting closer!

She was so close, in fact, that I could feel her large breasts pressing against my back. It was a delicious sensation. I leaned back a little, trying to push against them a little. It made for a very enjoyable mile of dirt road until a paved road crossed it and I turned onto it. Even then she stayed close to me, letting me continue to enjoy the contact.

By then another 50 miles and another hour had passed. It was a good time for another stretch, but we were in the backwoods by that time, with the highway we were on traveling along the edge of some state land. I found a pull off soon enough and slipped into it, telling her that I wanted to stretch my legs. She agreed that it was a good idea.

The drive went back further then I thought, taking us at least a quarter mile into the woods before it emptied into a small dirt clearing hunters would use as a parking lot in late November. The shade made it nice and cool but still warm enough for us to be very comfortable without coats on. I stopped the bike and we hopped off.

While getting off the bike I looked at her and realized that her shirt was doing nothing to hide her nipples which were creating two highly arousing bumps in it. She noticed my gaze and smiled that naughty smile at me again. I was tempted to grab her up and have my way with her right then, the way she smile at me, but I forced myself to calm down. Still, I could not just let that go by with nothing said, now could I?

"Chilly on the bike?" I asked with a wink. She smiled right back at me and shook her head.

"Just playing by the rules is all," she said, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out a lacy white bra.

My jaw dropped open in surprise. I laughed after a minute, joining her as she laughed at my expression. "Wow, I'm impressed," I admitted. She must have done it at the gas station when I got the bike ready to go, but she had done it fast.

"Thanks," she said, almost blushing. She folded it back up and put it back in her pocket.

"Any other clothing missing, Houdini?" I asked her, somewhat at a loss for what to do.

"Just my panties," she said with one of her wicked grins. My jaw was going to hit the ground yet.

"I don't believe you," I said, "prove it!"

She dodged the weak gauntlet I had thrown and replied, "Uh uh, you'd have to find that out on your own!"

She might have meant that rhetorically, I was not sure. It was irrelevant though, I was moving towards he already. Her eyes showed her excitement and anxiety. Then I had her in my arms. I pulled her to me and she came willingly. Our lips met and parted, introducing our tongues to each other. We both melted against each other, finding in the other that perfect fit. Time slipped past us unnoticed as we kissed. Our hands absent-mindedly roamed over each other's bodies, what mattered most to us was this first kiss and that it never ended.

Finally we seemed to be pulling away from each other, though neither of us wanted to. I sucked on her lower lip, nibbling it slightly as she pulled away. She moaned in her throat softly in response and came back at me, kissing me strongly. We went at each other for a few more minutes, at least, and I found myself happily surprised and even more turned on when she managed to capture my tongue with her lips and sucked on it lightly. It had the same effect on me that my nibbling on her lip had done to her.

We had no idea how much had passed, but we were both sure that the sun had lowered noticeably since we had started kissing. We were both breathing hard and our hearts were hammering in our chests. She put her hand out to help her keep her balance, resting against my bike. I understood her condition, my knees were awfully wobbly myself.

"Wow," I said. She nodded emphatically.

"That was awesome," she breathed.

"Want to try again?" I asked, grinning like an overanxious teenager.

She smiled. "I... um, I don't..."

I was moving closer to her again and she lost her train of thought as my hand rose and my fingertips brushed her cheek. I let one finger slide across her lips and she opened her mouth, sucking it in suggestively as I did so. She closed her eyes, reveling in her private thoughts and sensations. Her tongue licked against my finger, treating it like a miniature cock she was giving head to. My knees started wobbling again. She was turning the tables on me, damn her.

I pulled my finger out of her mouth and slid my hand around the back of her head, threading my fingers through her hair and pulling her to me. We kissed again, more hungrily this time. Our hands roamed anew, more insistent and searching then before. I ground my hips against hers as she pushed against me, feeling my hard cock through my jeans. My other hand fell to her ass, encouraging her to push harder. Her own arms were around my back, pulling me into her. Had she not been leaning against my bike we might have fallen over right then and there. We probably would not have noticed though, so caught up were we in each other.

I slid my hand up her side, my thumb stretched out to rub over her breast. I felt her breath catch as I rubbed over her nipple. Her kiss faltered for a brief moment then she returned it even stronger, as though she had reassure herself of something. I brought my hand back down, touching her again on the way. This time I slid my hand under her shirt and felt the warm and soft skin of her belly. Her breathing faltered again but it was not indecision it was excitement.

My hand worked back up, pulling her shirt with it as it went. It no time I had passed over her stomach and lower ribs and there I was, finally cupping in my hand that which I had fantasized and lusted after for month upon month. I traced an ever narrowing circle around her nipple with my thumb, finally ending with a gentle pinch that made her moan. I released her head with my other hand and let it do the same thing to her other side, causing her shirt to ride up and the hot flesh of her belly to graze the hard metal of my belt buckle.

She broke the kiss and looked upwards, moaning out my name and breathing heavily. I kissed her chin and her throat, working my way down. I went quicker then I meant to but I was caught up in the heat of the moment. I kissed my way to her breasts and worked back and forth between them, sucking on them, nibbling them, pinching, licking, kissing, and generally devoting as much attention to them as I possible could.

She moaned nearly non-stop now pausing only to gasp for more air. Her nipples were so hard they must have ached. I reveled in the sweet torture I was inflicting upon her. My own cock was painfully trapped in my shorts and jeans, but I was enjoying myself so much I paid it no mind.

"Stop, please..." she gasped, begging me to relent.

I kept going, but looked up at her, smiling around the mouthful of her flesh I had. Her eyes rolled back in her head for a moment as she fought the sensations I was giving her. I raised my hands along her sides, pushing her shirt higher up on her. Subconsciously her arms raised and in no time her shirt was over her head and off her arms. I laid it across the cargo rack on my bike and promptly forgot about it, as did she.

I kissed my way back up to her and crushed her lips to mine almost as hard as she crushed mine to hers. Her hands were clawing and clutching at my back, driving me wild with the lustful frenzy she was displaying.

"Still want me to stop?" I asked her, my voice barely above a throaty growl.

She pulled on my shirt, lifting it free from where I had it tucked into my jeans and yanked it up and over my head. I let it fall to the ground and shuddered in excitement when her rock hard nipples pressed into my own naked chest.

"No," she whispered. "Not ever!"

Our hands wandered, never content with whatever treasure we found. She was pleased for a time with her tactile exploration of the ridges and lines of my muscular chest, but soon she wanted more and she would move to fondle my ass or drag her fingernails across my back. For my part I had moved on to feeling up her perfectly shaped ass. From talking to her I know she was far from pleased with her butt, even though I repeatedly assured her I thought it was a small piece of heaven on Earth. Women... Sheesh.

Then she was rubbing her hand up and down my package through my jeans. It caused me to issue a moan myself. Emboldened and beyond the point of no return, she slid her hand inside my jeans and reached down. I followed her lead but worked a little smarter, I fumbled with the buttons on her jeans.

Barely able to touch me she followed me lead and undid my belt buckle. The entire time we were kissing feverishly and were distracted, so our movements were clumsy and inept. With time and perseverance we managed, however, and soon my jeans fell around my ankles while hers needed only a little push to convince them to drop down.

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I soon discovered she had not been lying. She really did have no panties on. I groaned as my hand slid lower and lower along her hairless mons. Then I finally felt a small patch of hair, just a tuft really, and on the other side of it was a lake of wetness. I realized I could smell pussy then, since her jeans were no longer confining it, and the wonderful smell made my mouth water. I wanted to taste her. No, not wanted, I needed to taste her!

Apparently she was thinking something similar though, for she broke the kiss and dropped to her knees in front of me. I looked down, surprised, and knew even more surprise when her tongue snaked out of her mouth impossibly long and sinuous and licked my testicles. Her hand held my thickened dick up and out of the way while she nuzzled my sack, then she licked up the length of it, letting the tip of her tongue slid through the slit at the end of my cock. A string of pre-cum stretched between her tongue and my dick, taking my breath away at the eroticism of it.

She went down on me then, taking me quickly inside of her and applying the perfect amount of suction as she descended on me. I thought she would never bottom out, so steadily did she go. I felt her swallow then, forcing my member into her throat as she continued. My hips bucked involuntarily at the sensation and I fought to keep my own eyes from rolling back into my head.

She bottomed out at last and I felt her lips against the base of my manhood. I shuddered against her and she smiled around her mouthful. Her eyes looked up and met mine, spearing into me with the intensity of her gaze. I could not look away. Then, somehow, she managed to slip her tongue out of her mouth and let it roll my testes around with it while she continued to swallow rhythmically around the head of my dick. It was enough to drive any sane man over the edge.

"Stop," I told her, mustering as much force as I could in my voice. If she continued for much longer it was over and I was going to do my red-blooded-American best to try and drown her with my cum. I had a feeling she could handle anything I gave her with ease, but it sure would have been fun to try anyhow. To reinforce my words I pulled her up by the shoulders. Reluctantly she rose back to her feet.

I kissed her deeply, tasting myself on her. Her hands slid down to my dick and stroked up and down it, inciting me to increased passion. I growled and broke the kiss. She looked at me, her wicked grin back. I returned it and spun her around so that she faced my bike. I pushed her forward and bent her over the seat, leaving her obscenely exposed to me from behind.

I knelt down behind her and slid my hands up the inside of her thighs, bringing my thumbs together at her slit and spreading her wide open for me. I leaned in and licked up the length of her pussy with my tongue, tasting her wonderful juices and deciding I had just found my next addiction. I swirled my tongue into the entrance to her sex, pushing it in as best I could and then pulling it out. She gasped and moaned on the other side of my bike, pushing her hips back into my face.

I let my tongue slide down to her clit then, working it rapidly over it and giving her no mercy. She shuddered and gasped, crying out my name as she came on my tongue. I licked her through it, driving her to new heights of pleasure. Finished with her orgasm finally I slowly stood up, licking back up her slit as I did so and pausing only briefly to let my tongue linger on the entrance to her depths. Then I even went the extra step and slid my tongue up the crack of her ass to her asshole, flicking it across there in a promise of potential.

She tried to straighten up but I wanted none of it. I put my hand on her back to keep her pinned down against my bike. I took my hardened length in my other hand and positioned it carefully behind her. Leaning forward I slid my tip up and down her slit, causing her to gasp at the sensation and what was about to happen. Unable to hold back anymore I slid myself into her entrance and pushed forward as gently as my body would let me.

She met me halfway, driving herself back against me. I forgot to breathe for a long moment when my cock was suddenly fully sheathed within her. I simply stood there stupidly, reveling in the sensation of her liquid heat that was stretched around me. She moaned my name again, panting softly. I started moving then, going slowly at first because I could not believe how visceral it felt to be inside of her. As the lucidity wore off I needed more. I needed to possess her as she had somehow managed to possess me. I thrust faster and harder into her, drawing grunts from her that were meant to encourage more of the same.

What had been a fantasy earlier that evening was now so far beyond a reality I could not believe it was happening. I nearly pinched myself to be sure it was not a dream. Then again if it was a dream it was only moments from being a wet dream and then I would have one hell of a mess to clean up on my sheets.

She started shuddering under me then, taken with another orgasm. I felt her muscles spasming around me, constricting her pussy and making it so much tighter. I pushed into her a few more times, all thoughts absent from my head except the need to fill her. With a final convulsive thrust I buried myself in her and felt my dick bump into her cervix, then I was hosing it down with spurt after spurt of my hot cum. I continued to pump into her, though not as powerfully, and she continued to shudder around and under me.

When I was spent I grabbed on to the backrest of my bike with one hand and her hip with the other to keep myself steady. We were both panting for breath. My dick was still hard inside of her, but I knew it was temporary.

"What just happened?" I asked half playfully, half seriously.

"We just satisfied a fantasy," she responded after a moment and between breaths.

"More then that, I just found my match!" I told her.

"Mmmmm," she said, slowly lifting herself up. "Me too."

Seeing her getting up I backed out of her slowly, hating to leave her warmth behind. I popped free and took a staggering step backwards. She straightened up slowly, a look of disappointment on her face at the separation. She looked down at me and saw that I was still hard and smiled. She gave me a wink and fell to her knees in front of me again.

I opened my mouth to stop her. I had just fucked her silly! My dick was covered with our juices, what was she doing? Then I realized she was a dream. This was a fantasy incited by to much porn before bed. Or something like that.

Her mouth descended on me, licking up the sex cocktail and sucking what cum I had left in my dick out of me at the same time. It sure did not feel like a dream. No dream had ever felt so incredible. In no time she had made certain that I was in no danger of deflating.

There was still at least 2 hours of daylight left and even the summer nights were warm at that time of year. I had no idea what lay ahead of us but I knew we were both anxious to find out! My only concern was that as much as I loved my bike there was no way I could ever sell it and upgrade in a few years, not after the memories we were making right then and there!

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