Tuesday, April 28, 2009
The sky was bright and sunny, temperature was in the mid 70's, perfect day for a ride. My morning was fill with the normal list of errands that I must complete. Hurriedly I ran from place to place, paying bills and picking up some necessities. Fortunately I was able to take the bike, however, I was feeling the need for a afternoon cruise. A nice afternoon alone, just me and the bike, soaking up the fresh air, the freedom that I so enjoy. No worries, no responsibilities. Just me and the bike.
I stopped at the gas station, fueling up, hoping that my afternoon would be filled with the freedom that I so needed. Quickly heading to the bank, depositing my wife's paycheck, making sure that I kept some cash for myself. I was standing at the teller's window when my phone vibrated in my pocket, a text message from my girlfriend. "I saw your out on the bike. Can I go for a ride?"
I bit my bottom lip, debating whether I wanted company for my ride. The thought of having her with was a hard decision, I knew she would repay me in the way that I liked.
Fortunately, today my wife was working and making excuses was not needed, so I decided to reply. "Usual place, at twelve thirty!"
Minutes later I received a short reply "See you then."
I left the bank, cruising home for a quick lunch. A sandwich, chips,a quick phone call and I was set to go. As I climbed on the bike, I straddled the machine. Turning the ignition on, the stereo begins to blare. Once the bike fires up, I will barely be able to hear it. I flip the run switch and then press start. The rumble of the bike resonates through the neighborhood.
I press in on the clutch, kick the gear shifter down. Slowly letting out, the bike pulls me away. The music is now faint, the classic oldies, a good upbeat sound to relax too. Sadly enough the classic oldies are not what I remembered them as, they were the hits when I was younger. A sign of the times I guess. As I motor to the next suburb, I enjoy the feel of the bike. Something about how the Harley feels underneath you. The rumble, power, the pure horsepower between your legs. I pull into the parking lot, Crystal was standing next to her car.
I was fortunate that her husband rode a bike as well, much easier to explain the biker gear this way. I always love the way she looks with her black boots, blue jean riding jacket. The way she ties up her blond hair, keeping it off of her neck. She is especially sexy when removes her helmet. What I like most, was the smile on her face the moment she saw me, it was that kind of smile that draws you in, makes you feel desired. By the time I got to her car, her helmet was already on, she was ready to go, quickly she climbed on and we pulled away.
As we rode out of the parking lot, Crystal squeezed me tightly, I loved the way she pulled herself near. We rode for about an hour west, getting away from areas that people would know us, although we still had to be careful. I enjoyed being by myself, however, Crystal always appreciated our time together. Her hands would wander to my sides, hips, occasionally rubbing my inner thighs. She loved to get me all wound up while riding, waiting for the moment that I couldn't stand it anymore, pulling over the bike to madly fuck her.
As we rode along, the sky began to change, dark clouds were building quickly. You could see the rain in the distance. I began to quickly look for a spot to park the bike, hoping that this would be a brief shower. Knowing that we couldn't be stuck out all afternoon. Cruising the back roads had its advantages, old barns, abandoned farms made good places to stow away while a storm passes. A few rain drops began to splatter on the windshield, occasionally hitting our helmets. They were large, the type you see during a brief shower that soaks everything in sight.
Speeding up I saw a corn crib about a mile down the road. Crystal hugged me tight, knowing I was on a mission. I could feel her look up as I motored up the grass driveway, driving right into the open crib. Remnants of old corn cobs lie on the floor, spilling out from the walls. A wagon sat parked inside towards the rear, tires were almost flat. The barn like structure looked as if it were abandoned over the years. You could smell the corn surrounding us.
Shutting off the bike, we both climbed off. Smiling and talking we both disrobed our riding gear, laughing how we beat the shower. Suddenly a bright flash across the sky, followed by a loud crack of thunder.
Crystal came to me, throwing herself into my chest, asking me to protect her, wrapping my arms around her, I embraced her. Looking up at me, we gazed into each others eyes, placing my hand on her cheek, holding her as my lips touched hers. Her lips were soft like velvet. Lightly sucking on her lower lip, her mouth gaped open for my taking. My other hand ran up her neck, combing through her hair, taking away her breath. Pulling slightly, causing her neck to be more exposed. Moving from her lips to her neck, she moans so ever slightly, as my hand slides from her cheek, down her arm. I can feel the goose bumps grow with every touch.
She was melting into my hands. Her arms fell limp, allowing me to do whatever I wanted. I quickly spun her around, not wasting a moment, the smell of fresh rain permeated the air. The sound of water raining down around us, all adding to the passion we both desired. My chest now against her back, mouth on her neck, kissing, licking, drawing her into me. My hand slips underneath her shirt, pushing the bra out of the way, placing her breast into my hand. She now pushes her ass tightly against my cock, grinding, showing me that she wanted me inside. Reaching back she places a hand on my head. Pulling it into her neck, making sure that I would not stop.
With my left hand I unbutton her jeans, guiding my hand down to her wet pussy. Her clit swollen, I flick it with my finger, gasps of pleasure as I do so. Dripping wet she presses harder against me, I begin to push her jeans down past her hips. Her jeans fall to her knees, and I push her forward, using the bike for leverage, placing her hands on the seat.
With one hand I begin to undo my pants, my cock pressing them taunt. My other hand begins to play with her pussy, slowly inserting a finger, pressing down on the front wall. Once I feel that small spot, I begin to run my finger in circles on the sensitive location. Crystal is now begging for me to enter her, reaching back, grabbing my stiff member, pulling it towards her dripping wet spot.
I tried to pull back, teasing her, however, her grip was firm, she wanted it now. Pulling me to her vagina, my cock, twitched at its wetness. Once she introduced it to its destination, it slid in quickly. Resting with one elbow on the seat of the bike, her other hand reaching back, playing with my sac. I begin to thrust inside of her.
"Harder, Harder, Fuck me Harder", Crystal was quite vocal of what she wanted.
The more excited she got, the less she played with my balls. I could now feel them slapping against her, I could also feel them slap against her hand. She was masturbating herself as I fucked her. This turned me on more than ever, knowing that I had her so hot that she couldn't wait for me to make her cum. She wanted it now, the thought of that caused me to thrust harder.
Her moans got louder, as were mine, expressing that I was going to cum soon. This excited Crystal as well " I am almost there, don't stop" I began to feel myself let loose. A loud gasp came from her at the same time, my cock was so sensitive, trying to thrust was almost unbearable. Her pussy clamped down so tight that she actually pushed me out for a second as she came, I quickly placed it back inside of her, causing her to shriek. Like two school kids, we both laughed with joy as we finished. Both leaning over the bike, noticing that the brief shower had stopped, the warm sun was reappearing.
We both agreed about the perfect timing, I slowly slid out of Crystal, standing there semi hard. She squatted down, sucking her and my juices from my cock. Describing the taste to me, she also described that she enjoyed me more at this size. Not too big, not too small, just the perfect size. Looking up at me the whole time, smiling, knowing how much I enjoyed her mouth on me. Using me and the bike she tried to stand, holding her legs together. Explaining that we must have cum a lot. Shuffling over near the wagon to squat, peeing, letting the excess cum drip from her body. I quickly went to the bike, grabbing diaper wipes that I kept for mechanical breakdowns. Allowing her to clean herself, I too took one so that I could wipe off.
Realizing that our day together needed to end, both of us needing to get home. We quickly donned our riding gear, climbing aboard, she pulled herself tight against me again. Both thanking each other, we drove back down the grass driveway. Steam rising off of the road, the smell of warm wet roads, as we accelerated down the road. Holding me tight we rode until we came back to the parking lot where it had all began. Pulling up next to her car, holding onto my shoulder, she gingerly climbed off. Wanting to kiss me goodbye, knowing that we couldn't.
"I will call you" she said, as she climbed into her car.
Letting out on the clutch, I pulled away, heading for home. Needing to clean up from my wet ride, I slowly made my way home, enjoying my day on the bike.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
It had been a long week, away from home on business, missing those he loved. A three hour car ride, tired and weary he picked up his phone, calling home to talk with his wife. Excited to hear her voice, they talked as if they hadn't heard from each other in years. Her voice was comforting, making his drive much more pleasurable. Normally if she was with, his hand would be in hers, sometimes touching her inner thigh.
While driving he daydreamed about his arrival at home. Leaving his suit case in the car, walking through the door, seducing her right on the kitchen table. During the trip she was sexting him, teasing him, heightening his arousal. All he could think about was the moment he would arrive home. He craved the taste of her lips, the smell of her hair. His cock was semi hard during his drive, pulsating as it pressed against his jeans.
As he drove down the street, his home came into view, anticipation began to fill his veins. She was still on the phone, they had talked during the three hour drive, only hanging up so he could eat and drive. She then asked "Are you home?" His reply was "yes, see in you a minute." He put his car into its usual parking spot, gathering his things he opened his door, getting out, greeted by his excited wife. Hugging, kissing, holding each other, their embrace was passionate.
He opened the trunk and she helped gather his things, all the bags and gifts. Entering the house they closed the door, locking it behind them. They had a couple of hours of freedom before the kids returned from school. A benefit that they would enjoy. Setting the bags on the floor, he had to pet the dog, dancing and pushing for his attention too. They even laughed at how the dog wanted her moment as well, finally calming down.
She knew when she looked at him that he was tired, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him close as they kissed. Their lips touching, soft wet kisses, he would bite her lip, pulling it in, slightly sucking on it. Pulling her body close, rhythmical with the kiss, his hands moving up her back, into her hair. The passion was exploding between them, he kicked off his shoes. Still embraced they slowly moved as a unit into the family room.
Lifting her shirt, slowly lifting it up and over her head. Momentarily they stopped kissing with brief laughter as her shirt got stuck. Their lips reconnected, passion flowing through their mouths. His hand slowly unclasped her bra, releasing her breasts from their confinement. He now began to kiss her neck, slowly making his way to her nipples. His mouth with soft tender kisses on her nipple, his hand cupped underneath her breast, supporting it, then his tongue circled the nipple. Occasionally sucking and biting, drawing gasps from her mouth.
His hands now on her hips, unbuttoning her jeans, slowly maneuvering the jeans over her hips. He could feel her helping with the slight shaking of her hips. Suddenly her jeans fell to the floor. Leaving her there in her panties, leaving his hands on her hips, his mouth left her nipples, working its way down to her panties. He felt her abdomen tighten as he kissed her stomach. He then removed her panties, kissing the area, he ran his hand up her inner thigh, briefly touching her dripping wet pussy.
Standing up, he began kissing her, she was very excited now, anticipating his cock inside of her. She quickly began lifting his shirt, lifting it quickly, not wasting much time. She then pulled him to the ottoman, sitting down while holding onto his belt. Unstrapping his belt, unbuttoning his jeans, dropping them onto the floor, he stepped out of them,kicking them aside. She then pulled his boxers down, his cock stood at attention. Looking up at him, wanting to see his smile, her hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking it, her other hand on his ass. Pulling him closer she took the hand from his ass, placing it around his balls, pulling him into her mouth. Taking his breath away, he arched his back, his stomach tightened as well, enjoying her mouth on his cock.
A few minutes of making him even thicker than he was, she stopped sucking, asking him what he had in mind. Grabbing pillows he made her a pedestal, telling her to get on her knees. They had always used the ottoman for doggie, it was the perfect height. With her knees at the edge, she rested her upper body on the stack of pillows, allowing her support as she slightly leaned forward. He straddled her from behind, she reached back, grabbing his cock, pulling him in. As he entered her, she was soaking wet, moans of pleasure echoed in the room. She then maneuvered herself to reach back and cup his balls, slightly tickling his sac as they fucked. With her position, he raised his leg placing it on the ottoman, slightly changing the angle.
Being able to thrust harder now, they rhythmically began moving together. Both were now moaning with pleasure, suddenly she arched her back, he could feel her tighten, her body jerked and convulsed around his cock. Not allowing her time to recover, he continuously began to thrust inside of her, picking up the rhythm, she began to feel her body accept the fact that she may cum again. She could feel him getting closer, his thrusts were harder, letting go of his balls now, allowing them to slap against her clit. Becoming more aroused, she became more verbal, telling him how it made her feel, announcing that she was going to cum again. She knew this could put him over the edge, she kept vocalizing her intentions. Suddenly she felt his cock shudder inside of her, she could feel the warmth ooze inside of her, causing her to shudder as well.
They both stood there, him inside of her, slowly moving, calming themselves down. Finally he was standing their not moving, thanking her for his pleasure. She too was thanking him, his hands still on her ass, enjoying the bliss. His cock now shrinking, he steps back, falling out of her, she moaned with displeasure. Climbing down from the pillow pedestal, she stood against him kissing, thanking him again, they both head to the shower.
Friday, April 3, 2009
I wanted to post something today and I do like the Aloha its Friday website. Following *Just Jen* I have liked reading and answering the questions, so I have decided to participate.
I have contimplated what question should I ask? I run the spectrum on "My Expressions Live" I write about many things, however, I do like pushing the sexuality envelope, wanting to know more about people and what they think, what is that sexual drive that we all keep hidden secret, private as it should be, however, the blog world is a pretty safe haven to express yourself. So here is my question of the day.
Sexually speaking, what thing have you been hiding or afraid to tell your spouse or significant other, whether its a sexual act, fantasy or encounter with someone else?
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