The hot sun was beaming warmly on my back and soon I was stripping down to my tank top and exposing my arms and shoulders to its soothing warmth. It was a fine spring day, neither too warm nor too cold and I was enjoying the dance of  the butterflies in the surrounding meadows. Time appeared to stand still as I made my way along the road. After what seemed like hours of walking with no sign of fellow travelers, I heard the deep throb of a motorcycle coming up behind me. The throaty growl of its engine slid down the scale as the rider downshifted to come to a stop. Although the sweet purr of the bike at idle was causing my stomach to quiver with excitement, I fully expected to see a skanky, dirty biker and was ready to refuse any offers of help. Instead as I turned to speak, I was speared by the most intense pair of blue eyes I had ever seen. They sliced right through my bravado and left my soul helpless under their onslaught. His
face was slightly wind-burned and his hair was tangled and wild from the ravages of the wind. My eyes traveled the length of his body, taking in all the small details. One long, leather-clad leg was bracing the bike's weight, the other was propped casually on the front pegs. His riding leathers fit snugly, and outlining the ripples of muscles in his thighs they snaked down his body to end in a pair of made for business boots. Running my eyes back up his thighs, lingering for just a second at the bulge where his legs straddled the seat of the bike, I took in his chest and arms. His biceps were thickly corded from the battle of man against machine. His shoulders were wide and looked as if they would be a safe shelter from life's storms. Finally back at his face, I dwelt for a lifetime on his generous, laughing mouth and could not help but wonder how those lips would feel pressed against my own.

Noting all these details in what I believed was less than a split second, I none the less realized that he must have spoken to me a number of times while my mind had wandered. With a sigh that spoke of the patience of Job, he once again attempted to get my attention. I heard him say, "lady, I asked if I could help you?" I saw a sardonic smile play across his face and thought that here was a man that was used to being the object of attention. Steeling my resolve, I decided that I would not give him the pleasure of my appreciative looks again. Telling him that I was headed for the next town in hopes of finding help, I explained that my car had breathed its last about a mile back down the road. He said he had passed it and wondered where its driver was. Then laughing, he said he wasn't surprised it had quit running, seeing as how it was a foreign piece of junk anyway. I bristled at his comments. It may very well be a foreign piece of junk but it was my foreign piece of junk and I did not like anyone, no matter how good looking, telling me I had bought a piece of junk.

We stood facing each other for a few tense minutes, me glaring and him laughing, before he said I had a long walk since the next town was almost 100 miles away. At that bit of information, my irritation at him promptly turned to distress. Hating to admit it, I told him that I did not know what to do. Obviously I could not walk that far. Looking around, he took in the rolling expanses of cow littered fields and the sun setting rapidly in the west and told me that he guessed he could give me a ride. Drawing myself up haughtily, I told him I did not think so! Sighing, he said, "Suit yourself, but be careful of the rattlesnakes when you bed down for the night. I've heard this area is famous for its population of snakes." Then engaging the clutch, he kicked the bike into gear with his black booted toe and goosed the throttle. With a frantic grasp, I reached out and grabbed the handlebars to stop him from leaving me. "Oh, alright!", I said. "I guess I could use a little help and a ride would be appreciated." Grinning, he asked what was I waiting for and motioned for me to climb up behind him. Strapping my backpack to the back of the bike, I slid one leg gingerly over the seat and settled in, trying to stay as far away from his body as possible. Primly placing one hand on each side of his waist, I indicated I was ready. He laughed and gave the bike its head.

With a lunge, it jumped out onto the road like a hungry animal ready to gobble up the asphalt. Scrambling to stay on the bike, I twisted my hands tightly in the leather of his jacket and hung on for dear life. As he put the bike through its paces though, it settled into a mile eating cruise and I relaxed somewhat.

The wind whipping past my ears precluded any conversation and I was left with my thoughts as we made our way down the road. After a short while I realized that all my muscles were screaming and I consciously relaxed them, settling in a little closer to the biker's body. Cautiously I snaked my arms around his waist in an attempt to achieve a safe, yet comfortable method, of staying attached to the back of the bike, while still maintaining a polite distance between our bodies. I felt a low chuckle vibrate from his back as he pulled first one my arms, then the other, tightly around his belly. I became acutely aware of the feel of my thighs pressed intimately to either side of his hips and my full breasts and taut nipples snuggled against his broad back. The vibration of the bike fed itself through the frame and entered my body. I eased into the mind numbing throb it was creating and let my attention wander. The sun was setting the clouds afire and they were flushed like the face of a lover filled with passion. The smells of the soon-to-be night air filled my nose and played with my senses. I could feel the gentle rise and fall of the man's breathing where I was cushioned against his back and began to be aware of a pulse of desire filling my body from the constant throb of the bike between my thighs. Shifting uncomfortably, I tried to ease the vibration. But I only succeeded in settling myself tighter against his ass and my pussy twitched in anticipation of what it hoped would come. Irritated at my body's betrayal, I firmly put the itch of sexual desire from my thoughts. To no avail it seemed, as before long, I realized my nipples had hardened and were achingly painful where they rubbed repeatedly across his back. My breath began to come in shallow pants and I knew I was caught
in a wave of orgasmic vibrations that I would not be able to fight. Wiggling my ass down into the seat of the bike, I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the feeling, thinking surely he would never know as his attention was obviously not on me but on the bike. Laying my cheek against his back, I rode the waves of passion as they raced like fire through my body. My cunt throbbed and ached in rhythmic response to the throbbing of the bike's growl. I felt the blood pulsing in my lower lips and knew they were swelling and darkening, readying themselves to receive the gentle pounding of a rampant spear of manhood. The crotch of my jeans became damp with my juices and even with the wind pouring past my face I could smell my musk rising from the heat that was being created by the constant contact of our bodies. Panting with desire and need, I felt a gaze stroke my face and opened my eyes. I found myself caught in blue pools that mirrored my desire.

Turning his attention back to the road, my leather clad knight geared his iron horse down and coaxed it across the field to a spreading canopy of trees. Caught in wave after wave of the liquid fire that was coursing through my blood, I was helpless to do anything but cling to the bike. Kicking the stand down and swinging his leg over the squat tank, the biker grabbed the bedroll from the back of my seat and taking a few steps from the bike, shook it out on the soft down of fallen leaves. Without the rush of wind past my face and the throaty growl of the bike in my ears, I became aware of the sounds of the night. Crickets chirping their love songs, night birds tuning up their voices for their moonlight sonatas and the occasional lonesome howl of the coyotes in the distance, punctuated the darkness. Reaching out, my biker bodily lifted me from his steed and carried me over to the bedroll, where he placed me gently like a precious sacrificial offering to the tree above. Looking up, I saw the passion of desire darken his eyes from blue to cobalt and knew he wanted the same things I did. With a lazy grin, he said, "Well, I couldn't fix your car's problem, but maybe I can fix yours." Caught in the grip of his eyes and the grasp of my desire, I could do no more than whimper low in my throat. Reaching for him, I attempted to pull him on top of me in order to taste his mouth, to feel his lips caress mine. But he stood like steel above me and would not give me release. Leaning, he stroked the curve of my face with his gloved fingertips, the roughness of the leather contrasting starkly with the gentleness of his touch. Dragging those fingers down my chest, pausing to touch my hardened nipples, he grabbed the hem of my tank top and stripped it from my body. My breasts quivered in anticipation of what was to follow. And I breathed one word at him. "Please!"  Dropping to his knees, he buried his head between my soft mounds, his mouth questing across the tender skin at the sides and base of each breast. Seeking, softly, his mouth tattooed my skin with its heat as it hungrily devoured first one nipple, then the other. Gloved hands braced each globe as his soft lips and hot mouth suckled my breast. Shafts of electricity shot from his mouth's contact on my nipples and buried themselves in my aching pussy. Writhing in desire, I twined my hands in his hair, gently urging his head lower toward the waist of my jeans.

Denying my silent urgings, he rose to his feet again and with a soft laugh, told me not yet. I am not to be satisfied so quickly. There is still, he says, the question of the method of payment for his services. Whining like a puppy, I tell him to take what he wants, that I will pay anything if he will just make love to me. With a quick flick of his fingers, he unbuttoned his jeans and then slid the zipper down, exposing the tender flesh of his lower belly. "I want to feel your hot mouth wrapped around my cock.", he said and ran his hands across the opening of his jeans. I followed his fingers as they stroked the thick line of bright hair that wound its way down to his manhood. I wanted to trace that line with my tongue, feeling the course strands beneath my mouth. Slipping his jeans over his hips, his rod broke free of its confinement like a dolphin breasting the waves for air. Rampant and erect, the head was smooth and dusky with the blood that filled it to rigidity. Glistening droplets of silk quivered at the tip, threatening to fall. I reached for him, pulling him toward me, and after stripping his jeans off, he came willingly. Straddling my shoulders with his knees, he leaned forward and offered me his cock. Weaving hypnotically before my face, the head teased my lips gently and probed their willingness to let it in. His balls were tight, the skin creased and puckered, and I raked my nails gently across that skin, causing an animal groan to escape his throat. Leaning forward and bracing himself on his outstretched arms, he offered himself to me and I took him. Snakelike flicks of my tongue caught the pearls of semen as they gathered, then I slid my mouth around the head, exploring the hard ridge of the helmet fully before swallowing his hard length down into my hot throat.  His low growls made me crave him more and I wanted to make him growl for me all night long. My pussy was aching and I could feel it opening like a flower, the lips spreading full and wide, seeking its fulfillment. My hips writhed in frustration and I moaned around his cock. The vibrations in my throat must have sent thrills of delicious agony through his body, because he gasped. Disengaging his cock from my hungry ministrations, he snaked his body down mine and with one vicious yank, jerked my jeans from my body, leaving them bunched at my ankles. He sat back and I wondered what he was doing. His eyes took in every inch of skin, caressing it intimately and as closely as a physical touch. When his eyes got to my pussy, they lingered there, taking in all the details. I moaned and lifted my hips, needing to be touched and tasted. I craved his lips against mine, his heated breath mingling with the heat of my cunt. Gently, his fingers stroked through my bush, parting and combing it, then they spread my lips. Opening them like the petals of a rose, he stroked the inner skin lightly, teasingly. My pussy responded violently to his touch, and I felt the wine of my body flow down the crack of my ass and puddle beneath me. His hands were still covered in his riding gloves and I had yet to feel skin against skin, but the roughness of the leather stroking the silk of my inner lips created a forbidden feel and I gasped with pleasure. As he bent over my cunt, I watched as he breathed deeply of my musk and was amazed at the thrill his smelling of me caused in my cunt. I moaned and begin to beg him to kiss me there. My nipples were erect and hard, my belly and thighs shivered with the desire screaming through my skin. I could feel my clit rising, the little hood pulling back and exposing the hard little pearl of my pleasure. So could he, and he reached out and tweaked it lightly, the course leather causing a rush of fire to run through my cunt. Lifting my hips I reached for more, but he chuckled and pulled his hand away. I pleaded with him. "Don't leave me like this, oh please, don't."

Smiling he said, "Lust of my life, I would never do that to you.", and turning he straddled my face again. I greedily sucked his rock hard tool into my mouth and spreading my thighs, he buried his face between my legs placing the kiss of love on my cunt. Stabbing into me with his tongue, he lapped at my juices, using his mouth to paint them across my pussy. Whimpering and whining, I sucked at his cock, seeking to draw his cum from the base of his being. Stroking his balls, and touching the silken area beneath them I began to rock my hips in time to his licking. His tongue sought and found my clit and using it to push back the hood, he sucked the aching nub into his mouth. Catching it between his teeth, he lashed at it, whipping the tip of his tongue back and forth across the hardness. I mimicked his motion with my own tongue, lashing at the tip of his cock as he did my clit. As my orgasm began to break across my body, I began to mewl and whine with kitten like cries, and I felt his matching ejaculation build closer and closer with each sound that escaped me. Shudders of passion crashed through me and I pulled my mouth away from his cock for fear I would hurt him with my violence. As I came, I screamed and my screams were echoed back to us by the coyotes in the distant hills. It was so good and my wetness flowed from me in gushes, filling his mouth. I struggled to move away from his exquisite kisses, but he would not let go until his thirst was slaked. Then slowly continuing to lick, he brought me to the brink yet again. Finally turning, leaving me panting and weak, he poised his hard cock at the entrance to my slick, swollen opening, and plunged into me with one swift stroke. Buried to the base of his cock in my tight hole, he began to stroke me. Each stabbing length was punctuated by his animal growls. Once again placed his gloved finger against my now tender clit and rocked it in time to his stroking. I cried and groaned, gasped and whined, and my orgasm slammed through my body. The muscles in my cunt grabbed him and milked his cock, drawing his cum from his balls. I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled the cheeks of his ass tightly against me seeking to make him a part of me. Suddenly he stiffened, and my pussy clamped down on his rod. With a final driving stroke, he howled and his torrent of white-hot cum shot into me, splashing against the very deepest parts of my pussy and flooding back out around his cock to leak from our joined bodies. As our breathing slowly returned to normal, he stripped his gloves from his hands and lightly touched me, finally skin to skin. Climbing on the back of the bike the next morning, I said a silent farewell to my foreign piece of junk sitting on the side of a country road somewhere. Facing a thousand tomorrows, my leather-clad warrior and I rode off on his iron horse toward the rising sun.
 
 
 

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