The young lady in question was a very close friend and neighbor of mine. She and her husband, along with my ex wife and I were great friends. We rode together many, many times. Weekend rides along the picturesque streets of the Island's North Fork, and exploring back roads on our Harleys was a favorite pastime for us all. I was frequently at their home working on their bike, with the girls standing about talking and watching as we worked.
On many a ride, we swapped riders. My ex would hop on his bike, and I would be lucky enough to have her as my partner for the day. She's one of those girls that due to her diminutive size, always looks like a teenager. barely cresting five feet tall, and small enough to lift with one arm, she easily passed as very young, especially from a few feet away. It always seemed that when we rode together, she made a special effort to dress as risque' as possible. Her long, straight raven hair blew in the wind as she clutched onto my back, nuzzling as close as she could get to me. I must admit that more than once, I had a raging woodie by the time we stopped, as her right hand seemed to somehow slip from my chest and wind up in my lap on more than one occasion. Lisa knew what she was doing, and so did I, but we never spoke of it, she and I just smiled at each other a lot. Sort of like the Cheshire cat with a bird...Even the time that she was more than a bit touchy- feelie and her constant rubbing of my crotch had the desired effect, I blew my load in my shorts at a stop sign. my obvious reaction made her smile and she whispered into my ear "There is more of that whenever you want it, baby". I just nodded and gave her a small kiss.
Being a leather fetishist, my riding gear was normally a pair of black leather skin tight jeans with a snap on Cod-Piece. Underneath, I wore a pair of well lubed latex briefs, or sometimes a studded red leather pouch brief that had been well oiled with Vaseline time and time again. A pair of knee high black leather patrolman's boots and my shirt was a skin tight leather Tee shirt, with a classical Brando style zip up bikers jacket. The finishing touch was a pair of black gauntlet gloves that stopped half way up my lower arm. I always knew that my ex was very hot for Billy,as she too made special efforts to be the hottest looking biker babe she could be when she rode with him. On one of our last rides with them, she wore new pink leather chaps over a pair of black leather micro shorts, a matching pink leather halter top with studs and a studded leather choker with a big "D" ring and matching wrist cuffs. Of course, she always wore over the knee platform boots with a stiletto heel when we rode.
We became separated on a rdie along the way to Amaganset, I guess we stopped at a light that they made and we didn't. It was of no matter, as we all knew where we were going to meet for lunch anyway. Lisa and I rode along, she was more than attentive to me, and we stopped a few times to just talk and steal a few kisses in private. I couldn't take it much more, I was ready to explode from her sensual presence. I took her by the hand and we walked into the brush of the lot that we had stopped at. We stopped walking, I turned and took her into my arms and kissed her like never before. She returned the kiss, and slowly slid down my body to her knees. She unsnapped the Cod-Piece and from under my pouch she freed my rigid and soaking wet cock. She opened her beautiful mouth, and began a mind blowing experience for me. I quickly unloaded my seed, she swallowed it all, and stood up to give me a wonderful, cummy kiss. "Next time, it my turn!" she smiled and said. I knew exactly what she meant.
As we drove off, I was certainly in much better spirits, and so much more peaceful having my pent up passions extinguished by such a sexy lady.
We arrived at the appointed lunch spot, our partners were already there, and waiting for us. My wife looked a bit sheepish, and seemed to avoid eye contact with me, but I didn't think too much about it, as she was Billy's date for the day anyway. Lunch went well, although a bit quiet as the circumstance between Lisa and I had dictated. Afterwards, we swapped back our riders and my wife and I began the ride home. She was very attentive and extremely huggy most of the way back. I surely didn't mind the attention at all.
She asked to stop about half way home, for a rest stop. I did as I needed it too, a few too many things to drink with lunch, you know. As my wife was walking away from the bike, I naturally watched her sexy backside as she strolled away. I seemed that the back of her legs just below the bottoms of her micro shorts were quite shiny and glistened in the sun light as if they were wet.
When she returned, I saw that they were still shiny and wet looking. I mentioned it to her, and her expression changed dramatically. "I guess I was playing a silly game with you, I wanted to leave them like that till we got home if you didn't say anything" she said. "What do you mean?" I asked...
"Well, I might as well tell you now. I was really hot holding on to Billy, he is so sexy. He drove behind a vacant gas station a way from the restaurant, we got off the bike, he bent me over the seat, pulled my shorts down and fucked me bareback. it's his cum on my legs!" she added. "I'm sorry that I did it, but I couldn't resist I was so excited by him."
I was so turned on by her admission that I kissed her like never before, we embraced for a long time, then got back on the bike and rode home to what would be the most intense session of sex we ever had. About an hour into our tryst, she asked me" Well, did you fuck Lisa?" No, "I replied, "but she gave me the best blow job I've ever had" We said no more, we went back to love making and wore each other out till we slept the sleep of lovers.
Since then, Lisa and her husband have broken up, Lisa and I were regular lovers for over three years, including the tryst in the June post. We loved to play dating games, like we just met and hooked up for a night of debauchery.
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