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Let's face it, motorbikes are sexy. All that power throbbing between
your legs. A beautiful woman on a motorbike is even more sexy.
That's what this one is all about. Read and enjoy.
Revision 1.0
Original posted in November 1998
Comments can be sent to either of these two addresses
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marky92@hotmail.com
**Disclaimer
This story is of an adult nature, ....blah, blah, blah.... intended
for people over the age of 18.... blah, blah, blah.... don't read if
offended ..... blah, blah, blah......
**Special note
I'm English not American, but still, with the bombardment of American
images that we receive in this country on TV and in films, I get
confused from time to time. It's not my fault, blame the media!!!
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Heaven In Leather
by marky
(c) Copyright 1998 marky
It was a warm spring morning and the light streamed into the room
through the crack in the curtains. I was feeling especially horny.
I had woken up with a raging hard-on after a particularly good dream
which, as with most dreams, was quickly fading as I awoke. I just to
had to reach down to my cock. I wrapped my fingers around it and
began to stroke it slowly. I reached over to the bedside table and
fished a tissue out of the box. I needed a wank and it is always
best to make as little mess as possible early in the morning.
It's always good to start the day off with an orgasm, even if it is
self-induced. But if I'd thought that having an early morning wank
would quell my urges for the day, I was sadly mistaken. Young, horny
and under-fucked was the best way to describe me.
About an hour or so later I was driving along the dual carriageway,
heading for work, when a sleek black Suzuki motorbike overtook me. I
have always had a fascination with motorbikes, and this was a fine
machine, but what caught my eye was the long blonde hair flying from
underneath the helmet of the rider. Instead of black leather, the
rider was dressed from head to foot in red. The one piece suit
hugged the slim figure of the rider, leaving me in no doubt this was
a female rider. As she sat atop of the bike, pulling away from me, I
unconsciously pushed down a little firmer on the accelerator and
began to tail her down the road, thankful that the traffic was quite
light in this part of town.
I am normally quite careful on the road, but there was something
about that vision in red atop that bike that had me driving like
Schumacher. Unfortunately my little Citroen was no Ferrari, but
driving like this was still an adrenaline rush and I started to get
horny again as my levels of testosterone raised.
I lost her as the traffic began get heavy and with her bike she was
able to weave in and out among the cars.
"Damn." I thought.
I didn't have a clue what I would have done if I caught up with her,
but my cock had a good idea.
All morning at work I couldn't get the thought of that woman on the
Suzuki out of my head and I was troubled by an annoying erection.
Eventually had to beat off in the bog. I would have preferred to
satisfy my needs with one of the girls working on the checkouts, but
even if I had the authority to get them a few minuets break, I
doubted any of them would have obliged me. As I was locked in the
cubicle, cock in hand, I was hoping nobody would come in and catch
me. I didn't know how long it was going to take me to come, having
already done so once that day. In fact I shot off really quickly,
and powerful, healthy squirts they were, too. It seemed that my
gonads had a touch of spring fever.
At lunchtime I had to go to the bank to pay a couple of bills. The
girl who served me had long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. I
stared closely at her while she processed my documents.
"I wonder?" I thought.
She finished up and I thanked her and bid her good day. I walked out
of the bank and surveyed the street. Nothing. I began walking back
to the Supermarket, which took me past the car park at the side of
the bank. Sure enough, there was a sleek black Suzuki parked in one
of the spaces reserved for employees of the bank. I stopped and read
the number plate. I couldn't be sure be I thought it was the same as
the bike that had sped past me that morning. I re-entered the bank
and queued up all over again.
When I got to the front of the queue, the girl I wanted to talk to
wasn't the next available cashier, and I had to let three people past
me before she was.
"Hello again." she said pleasantly, "Forget something?"
"Oh, No." I said, " I was just wondering.. Do you have a Suzuki?"
"Yes, why? You haven't hit it, have you?" she asked, frowning.
"No, of course not, nothing like that. I just saw you on it this
morning. It's a nice bike. I'm thinking of getting one myself," I
lied, "Any chance I could meet you when you finish tonight so you
could tell me a little bit about it?"
My brain was disengaged and it was my cock talking. She was looking
so very demure, in a little white fluffy jumper, its short sleeves
showing off her slender, pale, upper arms. She looked nothing like
the leather queen I had seen this morning. To my astonishment, she
agreed to meet me.
My cock gave me no rest all afternoon. Checking stock levels of fish
and tinned soup is hardly stimulating, and my mind kept wandering to
images of what might happen. I had a permanent hard-on. I kept
thinking of her swelling breasts inside that soft angora sweater. I
imagined her in a lacy bra, the same shade of red as her leathers,
her cleavage as soft and white as marshmallow. I imagined her strong
tanned thighs, with the throbbing engine of her bike vibrating
between them. I imagined her neatly trimmed bush under red knickers.
I imagined myself in place of her bike, thrusting into her pussy.
"You're being daft," I told myself, "What makes you think she'd want
to screw you?"
I met her just after half past five. She was already clad in those
scarlet leathers, standing by her bike, looking up and down the
street for me. She smiled when she saw me.
"Fancy a ride?" she asked, tapping the seat of her bike, "I've got a
spare helmet."
I grinned like a Cheshire cat as I took the helmet from her. She put
on her own helmet, her long blonde hair flowing from underneath it,
and climbed onto the bike. I pulled on my own helmet, slapping
firmly into place on my head, and climb up behind her.
She fired the machine into life, and I could feel its vibration
between my legs. She revved the engine a few times, and called back
to me, telling me to hang on. I could barely hear her through my
helmet and over the roar of the engine. She revved the engine some
more, and as I placed my hands on her hips, she put it into gear and
we zoomed off down the street.
Riding pillion, gripping her around the waist, I wondered if she
could feel the hardness of my erection through the thick leather.
The scarlet hide was molded so tightly to her body that her arse
looked like a split tomato. I longed to stroke my hand over its
shiny curves but she was driving too fast and I had to hang on tight.
It was strange, feeling so out of control. Usually I was the driver.
I felt as if my fate had been taken out of my hands as I clung to the
warm leather that hid her soft body.
We rocketed down the dual carriageway, weaving in and out of the
cars, and eventually turned off down a side road which led out of
town. The road past some farm fields. She stopped the bike in a
gateway and took off her crash helmet. I did the same and we began
to talk about the bike.
"That's a hell of a ride." I said.
"It's not too bad," she replied, "It's nippy and it handles well, but
It's not the best bike on the market by a long shot. I've got my eye
on Norton tourer, but it's maybe out of my price range at the
moment."
"Well I like it, after all I'm only a beginner on the bikes."
"Fancy a walk? It's a nice evening," she said suddenly.
The sense of role reversal was even stronger now. She was making the
suggestions, not me. But then, with my cock struggling inside my
underpants, I was incapable of anything except blindly following in
the wake of this amazing woman. She climbed over the gate and I
followed. We stood in the middle of the field, admiring a sunset
which was as red as the leather she wore.
"Red sky at night.." I said
"Bikers delight." she finished off the sentence for me.
She turned to face me then grasped the toggle at her neck and slowly
slid her zip down, revealing an inch of flesh at a time; her collar-
bone, then the full, creamy roundness of her breasts and the crevice
between them. I moved towards her as if in a trance, my arms
outstretched reaching for her hips, but she put out a hand and
stopped me in my tracks. With a sexy glint in her eyes, she reached
up and peeled the suit off her shoulders, one at a time. She took
each arm out of the suit, and let it fall to her hips. Now she stood
before me, hands on hips, naked from the waist up. Her breasts were
full and round, with a large pink nipple sitting on each on like a
cherry on a fairy cake. Her arms looked as soft and slender as they
had done earlier that day under her fluffy sweater. Then she pulled
the zip further. The leather parted in folds around her slim waist.
Her smooth, curvy hips emerged, her soft belly, then a curly wisp of
pubic hair. She was stark naked beneath her biking suit. She looked
like a snake shedding its scarlet skin. She stood now with the suit
around her ankles, her succulent figure silhouetted against the
setting sun.
Finally, she undid the ankle zips and stepped right out of the
leather suit, her pale skin bathed in the last pink glow of the
sunset. I stood there immobile except for the twitching of my cock
inside my kegs. I was paralysed, I didn't know what she wanted me to
do. She solved my dilemma by coming over to me and undoing the
buttons of my shirt. She continued to remove my clothes until I,
too, was stark bollock naked in the middle of this field.
She took hold of my cock and led me towards the gate by it like a
puppy dog on a leash. She unfastened the gate and led me towards the
bike. She climbed astride it, naked, her long blonde hair hung in
coils over her shoulders, like Lady Godiva on a motorbike. Then
motioned for me to get on too, patting the pillion seat behind her.
I hesitated, but this women was in total control. I would do
anything she wanted. Hypnotised, I climbed onto the bike myself.
"Naked biking! Ever tried it?" she yelled over her shoulder, as she
gunned the machine into life.
I took hold of her glorious hips as she skidded the bike around and
raced through the open gate into the field. My cock was jabbing
against her soft bottom as I hugged her smooth, warm waist. Then my
hands grew bolder and slid up her body to hold her tits as we roared
around the field, the Suzuki jolting over stones and lumpy ground.
It was exhilarating, wild, crazy and the most kinky, erotic thing I'd
ever done. My cock was dripping precum, my balls fit to burst. I'd
never felt hornier.
After a couple of laps of the field she hit the brakes and brought
the bike to a shuddering halt. She kicked the stand into place and I
dismounted as she leaned back against the black leather pillion seat.
"Fuck me," she said, a dreamy smile on her face, her nipples standing
stiff in the evening breeze.
The wet patch on the bikešs leather seat testified that she was as
turned on as I. This time I mounted both the bike and her, guiding
my throbbing prick into her slick, wet slot. She put her legs either
side of me and propped them on the handlebars. She threw her head
back so that her hair dangled down by the back wheel. Reaching
behind her to use the bike for leverage, she arched her bum off the
seat to meet my thrusts as I pounded into her. I fucked her hard and
fast, and she moaned with what I assumed was pleasure. I was more
turned on than I had ever been, and despite my efforts that morning,
I felt my knob expand and knew I was going cum.
"I'm gonna cum." I said, almost at the point of no return, "Are you
safe?"
"No, shoot it over me," she ordered, "Shoot it over my tits."
I just had time to whip out my cock before spraying her with great,
arcing streams of cum. I tried to aim so that each squirt hit a
different tit, but the angle of her body meant that it all ended up
in the same place anyway. Rivers of cum flowed down her tits, and
came to rest on her stomach, forming a pool in her navel.
By now the full moon was high in the sky. It glimmered on the
silvery pool of cum in her navel, on the river running down her
cleavage, on the droplets dripping from her nipples.
As I got my breath back I climbed down off the bike, and looked
around for my clothes. I couldn't find them. She had had the
forethought to leave her suit on the gate, but my clothes were still
in the center of the field where she had disrobed me. While I was
searching in the moonlight, she clambered back into that red leather
suit without even stopping to wipe the cum off herself first. She
climbed back on the bike and called out to me.
"You've been in the red, and you obviously know all about withdrawal
and deposit," she said. "Now try to get back in the black."
And that bitch in red leather roared off into the darkness, leaving
me stranded.
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**Copyright Notice
This work is Copyright 1998 Marky Everitt. You may keep a copy in a
personal archive, electronic or otherwise, as long as it is for
personal use only (Personal being you and friends/family/partner, but
not the general public).
Feel free to repost in the newsgroup you found it or any other
appropriate newsgroup, but I would appreciate an e-mail telling me
you have reposted :->
This story should not, under any circumstances be used to make a
profit by anyone other than the author and copyright holder.
This story may or may not be based on actual events, real or
otherwise. The names of the people and places involved may or may
not have been changed to protect the innocent and/or guilty. It may
or may not be based on material that the author has or has not read,
seen, or otherwise experienced, in the past, present and/or future.
Any similarity between actual people and/or places, real or
otherwise, is probably coincidental, but on the other hand....
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Well I can't say I'm completely surprised,
You'll bonk anything won't you lister.
Rimmer - Red Dwarf
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