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Heaven in Leather
by knobbieknobbs (knobbieknobbs@hotmail.com)

***

A horny young bloke and a bitch on a bike – you already 
know what happens! (MF)

***

Let's face it motorbikes are sexy. All that power 
throbbing between your legs is a hell of a turn on. But 
a beautiful woman on a motorbike, dressed head to toe 
in tight leather? Now, that's even sexier.

***

Light streamed into the room through the crack in the 
curtains on the warm spring morning. I was feeling 
particularly horny after a wonderfully sexy dream. It 
had been about that biker chick again, the one that 
passed me every morning on my way to work.

I unconsciously reached down and wrapped my fingers 
around my erection. I stroked it slowly and reached 
over to the bedside table with my free hand to fish a 
tissue out of the box. I needed to wank but didn’t want 
to make any mass.

I pulled my foreskin back slowly, revealing the shiny 
purple knob. From that cautious start I built up into a 
steady rhythm, wanking harder and faster. I could feel 
an orgasm building at the base of my balls. When the 
sticky white cum shot from the end of my knob I did my 
best to aim it at the waiting tissue. 

An orgasm is a good way to start the day, even if it is 
self-induced. But if I thought that having an early 
morning tug would quell my urges for the day, I was 
sadly mistaken. Young, horny and under-fucked, that was 
me.

An hour later I was driving to work along the dual 
carriageway when a sleek, black motorbike overtook me. 
It was her. I’ve always been fascinated with 
motorbikes, but never had the courage to buy one. This 
was a fine machine, but it was the long blonde hair 
flying from underneath the rider's helmet that always 
caught my eye. That and the red leather she wore. The 
one-piece suit hugged her slim figure. There was no 
doubt this was a female biker.

She passed me every day, and every day I did the same 
thing. She pulled away from me and I unconsciously 
pushed down a little firmer on the accelerator and 
chased after her.

I was normally quite careful on the road, but there was 
something about that vision in red, that always turned 
me into a Grad Prix driver. Unfortunately, my little 
Citroen was no Ferrari. I lost her when the traffic got 
heavy and her bike was able to weave in and out of the 
cars. Damn, I thought. 

I didn't have a clue what I would have done if I ever 
caught up with her, but my cock certainly had an idea.

Like I said, I was horny that day, and all morning I 
couldn't get the image of that biker chick out of my 
head. It left me with an annoying erection. Eventually 
I had to beat off in cubicle in the gents. Obviously, 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 doubt 
any of them would have obliged me.

Locked in the cubicle, cock in hand, jerking it madly, 
I hoped 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. But I shot off really 
quickly, and powerful, healthy spurts 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 wondered.

She finished up; I thanked her and bid her good day. 
Outside the bank I surveyed the street. Nothing 
unusual. I trudged slowly back to the supermarket, 
which took me past the car park at the side of the 
bank. There was a sleek black motorbike parked in one 
of the spaces. I stopped and read the number plate. I 
couldn't be sure but it looked like it was the same as 
the bike that had sped past me each morning. I re-
entered the bank and queued up all over again.

The girl I wanted to talk to wasn't the next available 
cashier when I got to the front of the queue, and I had 
to let three people past me before she was.

"Hello. Again. 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 frowned.

"No, of course not. Nothing like that. It’s just that 
you speed past me on it each morning. It's a nice bike. 
I'm thinking of getting one myself. 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 doing the 
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 saw in the mornings.

"Yeah, why not?" 

***

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. All I could think of 
was 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. She stood by her bike, 
looking up and down the street for me. She smiled when 
I came into view.

"Fancy a ride?" She tapped the seat of her bike. "I've 
got a spare helmet."

I grinned and took the helmet from her. She put hers on 
and climbed onto the bike. I pulled on my helmet, 
slapping it firmly into place and climbed up behind 
her.

She fired the machine into life, and I could feel it 
vibrating between my legs. She revved the engine a few 
times then called back to me. 

"Hang on; I wouldn’t want you to fall off."

I could barely hear her through my helmet and over the 
roar of the engine. She revved the engine some more, 
and as I gripped her hips, she put it into gear and we 
zoomed off down the street.

Riding pillion and hanging on to her for dear life, I 
wondered if she could feel my hardness through her 
thick leather. The scarlet hide was moulded 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 hold tight.

It was strange, feeling so out of control. On dates I 
usually drove, but now I felt as if my fate had been 
taken out of my hands. I clung to the warm leather that 
hid her soft body.

We rocketed down the dual carriageway, weaving in and 
out of the cars. Eventually we turned off down a side 
road that led out of town. The road took us past some 
farmland. She stopped the bike in a gateway and took 
off her crash helmet. I did the same.

"That's a hell of a ride," I said.

"It's not too bad. 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 a Norton, but it's a little out of 
my price range."

"Well I like it. After all I'm only a beginner on 
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 kegs, 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 that was as 
red as the leather she wore.

"Red sky at night..."

"Bikers delight." She finished off the sentence for me.

She turned to face me, 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, and let it fall to 
her hips. 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!

Like a snake that had shed its scarlet skin, she stood 
with the suit around her ankles, her succulent figure 
silhouetted against the setting sun.

Finally, she undid the ankle zips and stepped out of 
the leather suit, her pale skin bathed in the last pink 
glow of the sunset.

I stood, immobile except for the twitching of my cock. 
I was paralysed; I didn't know what she wanted me to 
do. She solved my dilemma by coming over to me, and 
undoing my shirt buttons. She removed all 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 
like a puppy dog on a leash. She unfastened the gate 
and led me towards the bike. She climbed astride it. 
Her long blonde hair hung in coils around her 
shoulders. Lady Godiva on a motorbike.

Then she motioned me to get on too, patting the pillion 
seat behind her. I hesitated, but this woman was in 
total control and I would do anything she wanted. 
Hypnotised, I climbed onto the bike myself.

"Naked biking! Ever tried it?" she yelled over her 
shoulder, gunning the machine into life.

Again I grabbed her glorious hips, and she swung 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 her tits as we roared 
around the field, the bike jolting over stones and the 
lumpy ground.

It was exhilarating, wild, crazy, and the most kinky, 
erotic thing I'd ever done. My cock was dripping 
precum, and my balls were aching. I had 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. She leaned back 
against the black leather pillion seat.

"Fuck me." She had a dreamy smile on her face, her 
nipples standing stiff in the evening breeze.

The wet patch on the bike's leather seat testified that 
she was as turned on as I. This time I mounted 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 as I did. I was more turned on than I had ever 
been before, and despite my efforts that morning, I 
felt my knob expand.

"I'm gonna come," 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 my cock out of her snatch 
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, and 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 centre of the 
field where she had disrobed me. While I searched in 
the moonlight, she clambered back into that red leather 
suit and back onto the bike. She called out to get my 
attention.

"You've been in the red, and you obviously know all 
about withdrawal and deposit. Now if you can get back 
in the black, maybe I’ll see you around."

And that bitch in red leather roared off into the 
darkness, leaving me stranded. 

END

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
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