My bad boy biker dream
It's a sunny late spring day. Feeling somewhat restless
and mischievous, I decided to head out for a drive in the
desert.
I slip into a short summer dress. My mischievousness and
that wild streak I have convinces me that panties are not
necessary for today's drive.
I hop into my car, tune in my favorite 80's rock channel
and head for the open road. I have no real destination in
mind.
I head south. The windows are down, and the feel of the sun
and the wind on my face somehow start to make me feel somewhat
hot. I'm not sure why, but if feels good.
My favorite song comes on. I turn the radio up. The music
makes me even hotter. Remembering that I left my panties
home, I slow put my hand between my legs. I'm laugh at
how wet I am, and wonder what I'm going to do about. Fortunately,
I quite adept at driving with one hand, so I start to play
with my hot, wet pussy. I slowly dip one finger, then two
into the wetness. I'm starting to get really excited,
when suddenly the gas light comes on. Damn, in my excitement
to get on the road, I forgot to check it. Here I am in the middle
of nowhere, and I'm about to run out of gas. I turn around,
knowing full well that there is no way I'll make it back
to town.
Sure enough, I'm able to go just a few miles longer,
then the car dies. I reach for my cell phone, but alas, I have
forgotten that also. I'm quite frustrated with myself
at this point. How could I be so scatterbrained.
Wondering what I'm going to do, I step out of the car
and decided I probably should raise the hood. Just in case
someone comes by they'll at least know I'm stranded.
Deciding to make the most of the situation, I get a blanket
out of the car (trust me to have a blanket, but no cell phone)
and lay it on the trunk. It looks like I might be here for awhile,
so I decide to work on may tan. I climb up on the car and lay
back against the rear window. The sun is warm, and I drift
off.
I begin to dream and it's a dream I've had a thousand
times before. Most of my life, I've been a pretty conservative,
reserved, polite gal. But the one thing I've always,
always wanted, was to be passionately fucked by a bad boy
on a Harley. I have never been able to fulfill this desire,
so therefore it consumes by dreams.
I don't know how long I lay there, but suddenly I'm
startled by the roar of a bike coming down the road. I jump
off the car, hoping desperately that whoever it is will
stop.
I still must be dreaming, because out of no where, this tall,
goodlooking, bad boy on a Harley pulls up and asks me if I
need help. I can barely speak, so I shake my head yes. Finally,
I stammer out that I ran out of gas and could he give me a ride
to town? He graciously says yes. His voice is deep and extremely
sexy.
I'm somewhat embarrassed, since I'm in a dress,
and I have no panties on. I do my best to climb on the back of
the bike, trying to keep my pussy concealed. Unfortunately,
I not able to do that, and a sly smile crosses the bikers face.
We start towards town. I'm sure I've died and gone
to heaven. The biker smells of leather and he's wearing
my favorite men's cologne. I know now that I am in heaven.
The roar of the bike, the smell of the leather and cologne
and the vibration against by pussy is driving me crazy.
All of a sudden, it's like I've become another
person. My hands that have been around the biker's
waist, slowly work their way down to his crotch. To my surprise,
he's as worked up as I am. I gently rub his swollen cock
through his pants. The faster I rub, the faster he drives.
Suddenly, he stops. Without a word from either of us, I get
off the bike. As the stranger still stradles the bike, I
unzip his pants. His swollen cock practically jumps out
at me. I wrap my hand around it. I stick out my tongue and lick
the tip. It tastes good. I open my mouth and insert the head
into it. My lips close around it and I begin to suck as I move
my head up and down. I swirl my tongue around the head and
then slide it deep into my mouth again. Moving my head rapidly
back and forth, the stranger begins to cum. With each spurt,
he grunts and his whole body jerks. I suck up every drop.
With his cum dripping off my teeth, I swallow and lick them
clean.
The biker takes only a moment to regain his composure. He
gets off the bike and walks behind me. I stand there, shaking,
totally vulnerable to the man in leather. His puts his hands
on my shoulders and leans over and kisses the back of my neck.
He runs his hands down my back. I'm quivering with anticipation
as he reaches my ass. He lifts my dress and puts his hands
on my exposed cheeks.
The biker drops to his knees and runs his tongue down the
crack of my ass. He reaches one hand in front and slowly touches
my pussy. I gasp, almost certain that I'm going to faint.
The stranger sensing this stands up and wraps his arms around
my body, pulling me tightly to him.
I'm amazed to feel the hardness of his cock against
me. Leaning over the bike, I offer my ass and wet pussy to
the stranger. The stranger runs his cock down the crack
of my ass. He touches the head of his cock on my wet, pink opening.
He thusts his hips forward and sinks his cock into my hot,
wet hole.
We both moan! I'm barely able to keep on my feet. My face
is buried in the leather seat of the bike and I tell the stranger
to fuck me, to fuck me hard. He obliges, and pounds me with
all his might. As if we were one, we cum together, a beautiful
symerty. He fills my pussy with his cum.
The stranger removes his cock from my pussy and I turn around
and lick it dry. We both smile, but exchange no words. We
climb back on the bike and continue into town. After getting
a gas can, we return to my car. The stranger kindly empties
the gas in the tank, and without another word, gets back
on his bike and rides off.
I get into the car and start it. I head home, wondering if
this was just a dream, but knowing quite well, that the stranger
in leather with no name, left a piece of himself inside me.
I know that I will never be the same and that the road to future
will most certainly be a different road then the one I've
been on.
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