Brandy had kept her thumb out for almost thee hours now, and it was numb even through the gloves. It wasn't that there was a lack of traffic, just no one ever stopped. You'd think in a country where men outnumber women three to one, a pretty redhead would be plucked from the side of the road in a matter of seconds. Sure, she was rugged up pretty good, but they could still tell she had tits right?!
At last. Wait, not a car, a bike.
The rider pulled off his helmet as he dismounted, revealing short, sandy hair and rugged features.
Cute.
"So," he said. "How badly do you want a ride?"
"Bad enough," she took the helmet he offered while he grinned boyishly.
"I'm Sonny."
"Brandy." They shook.
"Ever ridden before Brandy?"
"Nope."
"Just hold on and keep still, you'll be fine. If you want to stop, tap my chest. Okay?"
"Okay," Brandy climbed on, her heart pounding, donned the helmet and snaked her hands about his waist. Even through the thick leather of his riding jacket, his back was warm. She snuggled in close.For the first few moments Brandy shut her eyes tight but the sensation of motion only made it worse. After a while she opened her eyes and watched the roadside slip by in a blur. Looking down-
-was a mistake. She jerked her eyes back up from the view of the road passing just inches from her feet, and gripped Sonny tighter. Her thighs clenched against the bike.
Oh.
That was nice. Brandy squeezed her thighs against the bike's fairings again and felt the vibrations of the engine rumble up her thighs and meet between her legs.
She leaned against Sonny's back, trying to avoid the sensation, but this tilted her hips forward against the bike seat. The vibrations rippled across her lips to her clit, and inside the dark of her helmet she gasped.
That was intense.
Brandy's breathing stopped as the orgasm hit in seconds. She held on to Sonny’s back as the bike’s vibrations drove her through the powerful climax. She had time to suck in breath before the rumble of the engine brought on the next orgasm.
Her cries were stifled in the helmet.
With her heart fluttering in her chest there was only a brief reprieve before the vibrations thrumming up through the seat tipped her over into her third orgasm, and her vision clouded.
In the comedown she rolled her hips back, resting heavily on her ass. The bike’s motor purred beneath her, its effect cushioned by her behind.
Seeing a motel ahead, Brandy tapped frantically on Sonny’s chest.
He pulled over and she stepped unsteadily off, letting the helmet drop to the roadside.
With a look at her shaking hands and flushed face, Sonny frowned.
“I guess bikes aren’t really for you...”
“I guess not...” Brandy wandered shakily toward the motel.
She had to get herself a motorbike.
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