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


Heaven in Leather
by knobbieknobbs
(c) Copyright 1998 knobbieknobbs

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.




  
Heaven in Leather