#67 Motorcycle fantasies
“Pull out,” I hiss at Dshawn, trying to be as quiet as possible. “Now.” I want him to reach his peak as well, but I don’t want to traumatize some poor kid.
We both hurry to pull our pants up, ignoring the fact that we’re soaking our boxer shorts and panties with our mixed juices. We’re right on time, since we can hear footsteps coming in our direction. I lean against the tree, trying to look like I wasn’t just being pounded like the slut I am. Dshawn takes a deep breath and moves a little further away from me, his eyes wide and unfocused.
“Hi!” I hear from a few feet away. “Mommy, it’s people!”
I look over to see a 4-year-old girl standing between two trees, looking at us with a huge grin on her face.
“Hi there,” I say, smiling tightly.
Her mother appears behind her a few seconds later, frowning at us. I can see the moment that it all clicks in her head. The sounds, the fact that a young man and woman are standing there, panting and wide-eyed… The huge bulge in Dshawn’s pants doesn’t leave much to the imagination either. Her mouth falls open in shock and she grabs her daughter, pulling her back to the path. Thank God that she didn’t arrive a minute ago, or she’d be so shocked that she would have had a heart attack.
“They weren’t on the path, mommy,” we can hear the kid say as she disappears from view. “You said that no one is allowed off the path!”
“They are breaking the rules,” the mother replies, her voice a little frantic. “They are bad people.”
Their footsteps and voices slowly move further away, leaving us alone again. I move my gaze to Dshawn, who is grinning wickedly, much to my surprise. We just almost got caught with our pants down by a toddler and he’s laughing?
“Oh, the expression on that poor woman’s face!” he says, his eyes alight with excitement. “Priceless!”
I can’t help but laugh along. He’s just so free and excited right now, hyped up on adrenaline. I have to admit that even though this wasn’t quite what I envisioned, I’m not sorry we did this. It was hot, and we’ve now got a great story to tell for years to come. “Remember that time we almost got caught having sex in the woods? By a toddler and her mom?”
“By the way,” Dshawn tells me, “that was hot as fuck.”
“Yes,” I agree, laughing when he smacks my ass. “It was. I’m sorry you didn’t get to come.”
He grunts and pulls me against him, which allows me to feel that he is still how hard he still is. I would love to get back to what we were doing before we got interrupted, but we can’t risk it. That woman will have us arrested if she hears us again. Hell, for all we know, she already called the cops.
“This was your first time in the woods, right?” he asks, squeezing my ass roughly. “What else haven’t you done before? Something you’d love to try?”
I shudder just from the thought of living out a fantasy I’ve had for ages. Part of me worries that actually doing it will end up a huge disappointment, since it might not live up to the image in my head. “I’m not sure-”
“Tell me,” he orders. “Because if you don’t, I’m turning you around again and fucking you right here. Toddlers and their mothers be damned.”
“Okay,” I breathe, looking up into his dark eyes. “Motorcycle.”
He frowns, not sure what I’m getting at. Then, when the word and the meaning behind it truly register, his eyes go wide and a smirk appears on his face. “Oh hell yeah! That’s a great idea. I can’t believe you’ve never done that before!”
“You… have?” It’s obvious from the way he’s looking at me, but it’s a little hard to believe that Dshawn has tried something this outrageous before meeting me. I can’t help but wonder when, who, why, how…?
“Yeah,” he confirms my suspicions. “Twice. And trust me, you are going to love it. Oh fuck, I can’t wait. I wish I could just take you in the parking lot, but we should really park the bike in a garage or something. A little more privacy.” The wheels in his heads are turning, and he nods to himself, a plan forming already. “Aston isn’t home, and I’ve got the key to his garage, where he keeps his bike. Let’s head there.”
He’s already rushing us back down the path and back to the parking lot, while my mind is still going a hundred miles an hour.
“Caroline?” I ask, even though I hate myself for going there. His history with her never really bothered me, but I don’t like that he actually did this fantasy without me. I just pray that it wasn’t with my best friend. Surely she would have told me… right?
“No,” he assures me, understanding flashing in his eyes as he glances at me from the side. “My high school girlfriend. In my parents’ garage, before I was even allowed to drive the bike.”
We’re in the parking lot now, and I suddenly feel a little weird seeing the motorcycle again. “On this bike?” I ask, not sure if I still want this. “When you were…?”
“18,” he says, laughing at my expression. “Come on, baby, don’t overthink this. That was eight years ago. Let me take you on my bike.”
We both laugh at the suggestive remark, and I decide to just go with this. No one knows about this fantasy of mine, aside from Aston. Back in college he sometimes tried to convince me to just go for it with him, when he was drunk and horny. Those were the only times I was truly considering giving in. I’m glad I never did, though. Aston has always been nothing but a friend, and sex would have ruined that. And now… now I get to give Dshawn another first. The fact that it’s something he’s actually tried before makes him so goddamn smug and confident that I can’t even truly be upset about it. He’s so hot when he smirks like that, taking control of the situation.
The ride to Aston’s garage is fast, and I have a sneaking suspicion that Dshawn is not sticking to the speed limit at all. The purr of the bike, Dshawn’s body against mine, and the prospect of hot sex have me aroused like hell. When we’re finally in the garage, I slip off the bike and toss my helmet aside while I watch Dshawn put the motorcycle on the center stand. The motor is still on, and he doesn’t turn it off when he moves over to me.
“Shouldn’t you turn it off?” I ask, shivering when he cups my breasts through my clothes.
“No,” he replies with a knowing smirk. “Now let’s get you naked.”
He doesn’t waste any time. Our clothes come off so fast that his shirt ends up with a rip on it and I almost fall over when he pulls my pants down a little too roughly. We’re both so excited for this that it’s hard to think straight. His kisses on my mouth and neck are almost feverish, his hands moving over my body, pulling me against him, squeezing and massaging every part he can get to.
“Get on the bike,” he orders, still in full control of the situation.
I walk over to the motorcycle, a little unsure of how to do this. I figured he would get on first and that I would straddle him, but he seems to have a different idea. Dshawn lifts me up with ease, his muscles rippling as he does, and he puts me on the bike like I’m going to drive it. I feel the familiar purr that always excites me; it’s all so much more intense now that I’m naked and about to have sex. Dshawn grabs climbs on behind me and grabs my hips to pull me closer to him. He pushed against my back so I’m bending over a little. I can feel his penis twitching against my ass, making me even wetter than I already was.
“Grab the handlebars,” he whispers in my ear. “Use the throttle.”
“Oh,” I breathe, finally understanding why he chose to put us in this position. My hands find the handlebars with ease, even though I’m usually not the one driving, and I rotate my wrist to turn the throttle a little. The vibrations intensify, making me moan. My clit is pressing against the fuel tank in front of me, and the tremors feel like they’re moving through my entire body.
“Are you ready for me?” Dshawn asks, already positioning us so he can enter me with ease. “You better be, because I’m more than ready to be inside of you.”
“Yes!” I exclaim when he enters me, the sensation of being filled causing me to turn the throttle a little more, making the purr between my legs even more intense. I was afraid that my fantasy would be better than the real thing, but that’s not true at all.
This. Is. Hot.
Dshawn starts slamming into me fore real now, moving me up and down with ease. I cry out so loud that it makes my throat hurt.
“Come for me, baby,” Dshawn grunts, his fingers digging into my skin. “Come for me with a motorcycle between your legs while I’m fucking you.”
Moaning and panting, I come apart. The orgasm ripples through me harder and more intense than ever before. This is so much better than I ever expected it to me. Dshawn moves in and out of me in a slow pace while I slowly come down from my high. I expect him to speed up and get himself off, but instead he pulls out and climbs off the bike. I’m just lying there, my hands slipping off the handlebars and my legs trying to hold onto the bike so I won’t slide off from sheer exhaustion.
“Easy, baby,” Dshawn says softly, rubbing my back. “I’m going to pick you up again.”
I stop clenching my legs around the mechanical beast and let him raise me up and pull my body against his. It feels so natural to just let him take control. I’ve never felt so safe with a man. He wraps my legs around his waist and gets back on the bike. This time it’s the way I expected it, with me straddling him. I’m so wet that he slips in easily, a feral grunt erupting from his mouth.
“I love you,” I tell him, taking his face in my hands as I kiss him. “So much.”
He kisses me back, moaning against my lips while he starts slamming me down on him faster and faster. I move one hand between us so I can rub my clit while he picks up the pace even more. We come at the same time, my walls clenching around him while his dick twitches as he releases himself into me. It takes both of us a moment to be able to disentangle and climb off the bike.
“That was…” I shake my head at him, still unable to believe what we just did. “It was…”
“I told you that you’d love it,” he says with that irresistible smirk on his face. “How about we go upstairs to Aston’s apartment for a quick shower before we head back to my mom’s house? If we show up like this she’ll smell the sex on us from miles away.”
I laugh and nod, picking up my clothes to pull them on. He does the same, pausing to kiss me after putting on a single article of clothing, which means that dressing himself takes forever. It’s amazing how he can switch from totally controlling me and giving me the best sex of my life to kissing me so tenderly and making me feel like the most special girl in the world. I love him so much.
Dshawn lets us into Aston’s apartment with his spare key and we make our way to the living room, but he freezes on the threshold, causing me to walk right into his back.
“What the hell?” I ask, grabbing his arm to steady myself. “What are you-” My questions gets interrupted by a woman screaming loudly, followed by a low grunt.
“Fucking hell, Dshawn!” Aston’s loud and angry voice sounds through the apartment. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
I peak around Dshawn, my eyes widening at the scene before me. Guess we weren’t the only ones getting frisky today…