Chapter 2 – The Ride



Chapter 2 – The Ride


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Sep 4, 07 at 06:25am
The following morning we decided to spend the day on the bike – riding – on the motorcycle – on the roads…
We put on our leathers and got ready – a hot looking couple we were if I do say so myself. I got on the bike and was about to start it when I heard, “What are you doing?” She was standing there with her hands on her hips, with somewhat of a cold look on her face. I was wondering what I had done wrong when she said, “I don’t ride bitch on my own bike”…
It was said with such a sexy authority that I tingled and looked at her with a puzzled look on my face. “If you want to ride, let’s go” I responded. She stood there looking at me for what seemed like a long time, before slowing sashaying up to the bike. Putting her hands on my shoulders she said, “Fine” and climbed on behind me.
“Fine”… oh shit, I thought. When a woman tells a man “Fine”, it can mean lots of different things – but not one of them implies that things are actually “Fine” between the two of you. You are going to pay for whatever it was that she said “Fine” to – maybe not right then, but rest assured, you will pay…
I turned and asked, “I’m going to pay for this, aren’t I?” She just grinned and grabbed my ass with both hands. “Uh huh” she said when I turned back around. I started up the bike, and just before taking off, she said, “tonight, you’re gonna be MY bitch”…
Again, it was the way she said it that sent tingles through my body. For the rest of the day, I wondered what she meant – and figured that I would have to bring her drinks or do the dishes, or some shit like that.
We went riding up into the mountains, and it was a beautiful day for it – bright sunshine and warm temperatures. While riding, I would reach back and rub her leg, and she would rub my thighs or squeeze my arms. We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. Sometimes, when we pulled over to look at the views, she would come up behind me and wrap her arms around me, rub herself up against my ass. If there was no one around, her hands would slide down from my chest to my groin, and then she would unzip my jeans and slip a hand inside through my boxers and caress me while rubbing up against me and gasping softly. When someone did show up, she would quickly take her hand out, and stand next to me while leaning back against the railing and looking at my zipper - which she had left down – with a grin.
Edited by Deleted Member Sep 4, 07 at 06:27am