You hear the thumping of my motorcycle long before you see me ride up. Grabbing a coat you rush out, not wanting to delay this ride. A few friends wave and some grin at what they are seeing, not that you care, they have no idea what you have here, let them thinkwhatthey want.

Walking up you strap on a helmet and get on. The bike is leaning on its kick-stand...

you swing your leg over and settle your soft place on the bike. Once the bike begins to move you shift yourself closer to me. Knowing that city streets are dangerous for bikers you carefully hold on. As you watch over my shoulder Concord flashes by as we head out of thecity. You begin to relax as we smoothly glides through the traffic in perfect control of the powerful machine thumping between your thighs. And that power begins to affect you with the increase in speed, the vibrations of the engine under the seat picked up against warming softness. You begin to move your hands against my chest. You slip forward pressing your burning loins against my butt your chest against my back as you move your hands over my hips and down my jeans. I take my left right hand and reach around to feel your zipper...not needing any more of an invitation..you slowly help my unzip down. It feel you slightly stands on the footholds to let me zip down past your mound down between your legs down it stops.

My fingers blindly feel their way back up to flesh soft, moist and there waiting. I move my fingers over your wet, hot vibrating personal place.

First moving my thumb up till I find the right spot, pressing hard I feel you shiver. My first two fingers open you up you feel the heat from the road and the I plunge two fingers into your softness. Over the thumping of the motor, and the wind in our hair, I can hear you moaning. The excitement of what we are are doing excites you further. With each mile thatpasses I move my fingers in andout of you, they are hot and wet and the heat from belowmakes them even hotter.

I quickly pull over and ride into the emergency lane. I stop the bike on the side of the road. Turning around around I bring my hand again to your hot softness, my fingers find there way, my thumb to your personal place. I feel you wrap your arms around me as you climax, riding my hand, not caring who saw you scream out as you reach orgasm and I feel your muscles squeezingmy hand. You breathing slows, my fingers, now wet and sticky with your juice are shared between us as our tongues meet, your hands explore every inch of our heated bodies. Reaching down you find my long hard length is already sticking out over the top of my jeans. Your hand unsnaps my jeans and lowers my zipper. As always, no underwear to get in the way.

You can feel my rock-hard shaft pulse in your hand. You can hardly wait to feel me thrusting inside your wet softness, feeling every muscle and vein of my swollen length as the large head pushes through. I read down behind you and grab the top of your jeans. I feel you raise up slightly as I lower your jeans down around your thigh and expose your soft place and softness. The hot leather feels so good against your swelling softness.

?Oh, God, now? is all I need to hear. Lifting you up, I slide from the back seat to the front and right under you wet teasing softness. Holding you up, you take my length and place it at the entrance to your softness.

Spreading your lips, I feel the head pop in, then in one long stroke I feel you lower yourself down my hard length until your soft edges spread around the thick base of my length. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper over and over again I feel you rise up then drop down.

You are loosing control and I thrust deeper and harder. I love it. I work faster and faster to please you. A car drives by and honks its horn.

I feel your whole body go tense, your eyes open wide, your arms wrap around me, you screen and cum on my length. Right behind you I start to shoot my hot white juice deepinsideyour hungry softness. Pulse after pulse is squirted deep. My cum, mixing with your juice begins to flow out of your full softness and down over my legs and on the seat. Reaching down, I scoop up some of our juice and bring my fingers to your lips. Your mouth takes my fingers in, your tongue lapping at the sticky mess. Leaning forward you kiss me deep, sharing our hot sticky cum betweenus. As I turn around, start up the bike I feel you learn forward and once again wrap your arms around me as we headdown the road.