thighs to tighten around
her hips. She returned her hand to the throttle, and we pulled out onto the
dark downtown street.
I had no idea where this bike—or this night—would take me. Free
and safe, leaning against her strong back with my arms and legs around her were
the only feelings left. The city lights soon faded behind us, and we were
chasing the ocean to our left while the moonlight above guided us.
The air from the ocean was cool on my skin, and the
freshness from the salt water penetrated my senses. Her left hand rested on my
upper thigh as we cruised up the coast line. My long dark hair whipped behind
us like a flag.
We turned off the road to an empty lookout. With the
kickstand down and the bike leaning, I released my grip on her and sat up to
readjust my balance. She got off the bike and then climbed right back on in the
same spot, this time facing me. Both of her hands gripped my ass, and she pulled
me toward her, separating the moist bond between my bare ass and the hot
leather seat. I looked into her eyes as I allowed her to place me where she
wanted me.
She caressed my legs as she lifted and placed them over
hers, drawing me in even closer, my eager pussy almost touching her. Wrapping
my arms around her shoulders, I pulled her in for a long-awaited kiss. My lips
parted and my eyes closed. Her hot breath washed my face as she teased and
summoned my lips to chase her delicious mouth. I craved her taste.
When she had me fully engulfed in the succulent grip on my
swollen tongue, she slid her fingers between the wet leather seat and my
remaining sanity. As her fingers reached the opening of my tormented desire, I
moaned slightly, which stopped both her advance and the kiss cold.
“That wasn’t a very impressive moan. I heard better than
that last night. Am I not doing it right?”
Her fingers plunged deep inside me. I reached for her
forearm and pulled to stop her. The resistance that held her inside me only
turned me on more. She leaned in and whispered, “Go ahead, do it yourself.” Then
she pulled out.
Leaning back on the handlebars in front of me she crossed
her arms and watched. The pitch of the bike made me feel unsteady without her
holding me. My legs were atop hers and my crotch was exposed to her stare.
“Go ahead, Laura; show me how you like it.”
I sat there embarrassed not so much for what I had done as
for being caught at it.
“What were you doing there anyway?” I asked her, while I stubbornly
tried to pull myself together on the bike.
She gripped the tops of my legs to hold me in place. “No, I
want you to stay right here and show me how to get one of those long throaty
moans you worked up last night.”
“Stop teasing me. It was your fault. I… ”
Before I could finish, she grabbed my hips and pulled me
forward then pressed her fingers to my breast bone, pushing me back across the
seat with my head resting on the back fender. My legs spread wide and hung down
on either side of her. My balance was challenged again. She placed both of my
hands in my crotch and pressed them there firmly. I could no longer see her
face from my position. My remaining concealment was lifted with my dress. My
position was awkward and uncomfortable.
“You did exactly what I told you not to do, and it’s my fault?”
The surf and her words pounded in my head along with
confusion. My hands lay frozen in spite of the heat beneath them, unsure of her
actual desire. Her body shifted back and I no longer felt her touch.
Is she testing me?
It had been her fault! She tormented me and just left me
there to suffer. I don’t like to suffer.
“What are you waiting for, Laura?”
Suddenly I felt a firm smack on the high part of my inner
thigh.
“I’m not sure what you want.” The words flowed out of me
involuntarily and my hands instinctively moved to cover the sting on my tender
skin.
Roughly she placed my hands back on my pussy then slapped
the same tender spot again.
“Don’t play, Laura.