Ride Daddy Ride

Damn! That new Harley sure looked nice sitting there on the showroom floor all chrome with shiny black paint that reflected the flashing lights from the bar across the street through the big plate glass window. I could see bikers pulling in there with their babes, and I longed to join them. You didn't just walk in there unless you were one of them, you know. Dream on, old man, dream on!

There were a bunch of other cool machines sitting there on the floor, but that black one really took my eye and kind of made my butt long to feel the throbbing pulse of that big twin turning over between my legs. It was an imagination trip of the first cloud. I mean I could see myself, decked out in a set of leathers tooling down the street with the babes glancing my way to see the new bad boy in town while I kept my cool behind my shades so they wouldn't know how hot I was for them.

Well, there it was. Hot was what it was all about, now wasn't it. Being hot! That morning, I had taken a good look at myself in the mirror while messing with my electric razor and saw that the years were creeping up on me. That boyish look had gone, and my hollow eyes stared back at me from the face of a stranger. Right then, I knew I had to do something to recapture my edge while there was still time before I turned into an old fart. I needed an ace in my hand, and I needed it fast.

I spend most of my time in a business suit, and wild-assed daydreams about my tooling along on that black Harley were far away from my everyday reality. Like right then, I was driving across town to meet with a client about an order and stopped at a convenience store for a cold drink when I noticed the Harley shop next door. Oh, yeah, lookie that... Well, I had time, so I wandered over there to look at the bikes. I had no idea how they would affect me, or should I say how this black one would fire my imagination.

That was several weeks ago. The daydream turned into desire and desire turned into lust and escalated into want and then exploded into outright need. I had to have that black Harley. Why not? I could afford it. Who'd stop me? Anyway, when I could stand it no longer, I called the dealer and told him to get it ready to roll. Later, I took a riding class, found some cool leathers, took my test and got my driver license upgraded to motorcycle ready. By the time I got the bike, I had learned to ride, so I took off a few days, packed a duffel bag and took a little trip in order to get used to the new bike. What a machine! I felt great while riding that black beauty, rumbling down the highway, the wind in my hair, not really caring where I was going. Heck, I'd ride until evening, check into some motel, then grab some dinner and a couple of drinks to wash dust out of my mouth. Yeah, even the food tasted better. The real point of all this is I now feel more like the man I wanted to be.

The change came gradual like over the last few weeks. Every day, I became a little more confident, both on the bike, within myself and with my own manhood. I guess it showed, as I started to notice the chicks glancing back at me like I was someone of interest. Man, it had been a long time since that happened. What wonderful changes I was experiencing within myself. I looked and felt better, growing stronger and showing it. The weeks of Horsing the Harley around instead of sitting on my ass watching the tube was making a big difference. I was getting a hard body and a clear mind. Instead of daydreaming, I was day doing. That road trip was the best therapy I ever had.

Well, you know it had to happen. I pulled into this burger joint along Route 66 near Old Town, Albuquerque and there sat this good lookin' gal with long auburn hair and green eyes, sipping a coke her through full, red lips. She had long, silky legs that went all the way up to her ass and a body like I used to dream about. She was all decked out in a pair of those tight, low cut Jeans that left her bellybutton kissing the wind and just a hint of the crack of her nicely formed ass smiling at me. Her short top hung loose just below her ample and pert tits, but there was no hint of a bra. I could just make out the points of her nipples through the thin cloth, and I felt my pulse rise just thinking of her. I liked those long silky long legs, and the way her low cut jeans were cut off just below her crotch. I could have had her naked in two moves.

She gazed at me out from under those long, dark lashes and half smiled. Don't you know, I smiled back and said "Hi babe." She said "Hi, yourself." with a nice, even smile. She was quite a lady and had a heat about her that no man could mistake. She was digging on me, something that would have never happened a few weeks ago before the advent of the Harley and my new life.

I got my food and was glancing around for a place to sit when she said, "I got room if you want someone to talk to." "Sounds good to me," said I, as I sat down at her table. "Nice bike you got out there." She said, glancing out the window, making the usual small talk, "I like bikes." "Thanks, glad you do! I'm just breaking it in. I'm taking a little trip, you might say." "Where are you headed?" she asked. "Back home to Phoenix. I left there a couple weeks ago and headed up to Denver. Now, I'm on my way back through the White Mountains and then on down home." "You going back to Phoenix?" she asked, cocking her head in expectation. "Yeah, I need to get back to work next week." I answered. "Sounds like fun." She said. "I need to go to Phoenix, myself. How about a ride?"

I couldn't believe my ears. This was me she was talking to. Me, the ex-old fart! I felt quite a rush. Swallowing a bite of burger, I asked, "How close are you to being ready to travel?" I asked. "As soon as you finish eating." "Don't you have a car here?" "Nope, I was traveling with a guy, but he got picked up by the cops, and here I am. What you see is what you get." "Oh, I see. You ate lately?" "Yeah, I'm OK, but I'll take a French fry."

Outside, I cranked up my Harley, and she hopped on behind me, circling my waist with her arms, her body pressed closely to mine with her knees hugging my thighs. Feeling her hands on my belly awakened my desire, and made me feel wired. Hell, I was wired, anyway. All sorts of fantasies flooded my mind as I let out the clutch, the back tire spitting gravel as we pulled out on the highway, heading West toward Gallup. Up and over West Mesa and along past the black rocks of Dos Volcan we rode, the Harley stretching out to cover the miles.

We rode on a while, and just having her behind me made me hot. Mind racing, I could feel that familiar bulge in my crotch start to swell up like it used to. She must have anticipated that, as one of her hands slipped down and soon started to massage my ever growing member through the tight-stretched cloth of my jeans. She pressed close and placing her mouth next to my ear said, "You know, the vibration of this bike is making me horny." Then I felt a chill as her tongue entered my ear and then felt a little sharp perk as she nipped my ear lobe with her teeth.

Well, nobody ever accused me of being slow, so I quick pulled off on a dirt road and headed for a large rock outcropping about a half mile off the highway. All the way there, she kept exploring me, copping a feel here, and then there. She had reached up under my tee shirt and was messing with my nipples. A lot of women have a fascination with nipples, so I just let her play. The hotter she got, the better I liked it, and I couldn't wait to get my bulging cock into her.

Pulling behind the big rock and into some rich shade, I stopped the bike, turned and said, "Well, why don't you show me just how horny your are, baby." She didn't say a thing, but kept on kissing my neck and exploring the front of my body with one hand while the other stayed busy working my dick. I turned in the seat so our lips could meet, and felt her luscious, red lips on mine. In a flash, her hot tongue entered deeply into my mouth, tasting me, and I responded. It was like we were melting together, and soon I heard my zipper open and felt her hand wrapping around my rock hard cock.

With a little groan, she pulled my dick out of my jeans and began to massage it, squeezing it and running her thumb slowly over its head like she knew what she was doing. She knew how to handle a man. Then just when I thought I would burst, she slipped off the bike and stood beside me. Bending down, she took my hard cock into her hungry mouth and began sucking it, drawing it deep down into her throat and then up and running her tongue around the head, sending shivers up and down my spine. Feeling like a horny teenager, I ran my hand down her back to the crack of her delightful ass and explored her firm lobes, kneading them like bread dough, squeezing, pulling and cupping them in my hand. Taking the cue, she undid her belt and wiggled out of her tight, abbreviated jeans, letting them fall to the ground, fully exposing her womanhood to me. She was beautiful, and as I tugged up on her top, she pulled it off over her head so she was totally naked, standing there sucking my dick with obvious pleasure. Ah, a stiff cock, a black Harley and her beside me. What more could a man ask for? Life was good.

Wasting no time, I began to rub her shaved pussy and her swollen clit that felt hard to my touch. Head bobbing up and down, she moaned louder as she sucked my prized dick with gusto. Then coming to my senses, I reached around behind and slid my finger into her wet pussy after squeezing her bare ass. She sort of started as I entered her hole, and she took me even deeper into her mouth, sucking me all the harder. She liked that and began moving her hips as her passion carried her away to the heights of ecstasy. I could feel tremors of delight as I pleasured her, bringing her almost to orgasm, her love juice starting to run down her creamy thighs as her belly muscles bunched out of control.

When she couldn't stand it any longer, she climbed onto the Harley in front of me and laid over the gas tank, belly down like she was making love to it, legs spread wide, but offering her shapely ass to me. I thought that was a beautiful sight, and one I'd always remember too, watching her hips undulate in anticipation. Enough of that, I stuffed my swollen dick into her hot, wet pussy from the rear and started to pump her, holding the cheeks of her busy ass in my hands. Damn, that felt good. I told her so too, "Oh baby, you feel good, I'm gonna cum in you like I've done with no other woman." I don't know how the Harley remained upright, but it did. I thought she was wonderful and couldn't get enough of her creamy pussy. I ground my dick deeper into her, talking to her slow, and she moaned harder, reaching up and grabbing the handle bars in her hands, ride, daddy ride!

Faster, harder, mmmmmm. Man, she had a hundred mile an hour ass, and it could really move. Give a man a hot enough woman, and he won't need Viagra. Just the sight of her under me turned me on like nothing I'd ever felt before. I began to rub her back and reached around to massage her tits and pinch her nipples. That drove her wild, and she screamed with pleasure. I loved the feel of her firm tits pressing back against the palms of my hands, and I squeezed them hard as I pumped my dick ever deeper into her steamy cunt.

Soon, we were moaning and groaning like animals in heat, and I better understood primal lust. Faster and harder, our blood pressure kept building until we both erupted in fierce orgasms. I pulled my dick out at the last second and came all over her shapely ass. I don't ever remember cuming so hard and squirting as much cooz as I did with her. She screamed in her passion as another mighty orgasm carried her away far into the land of ecstasy, and when she returned, she reached around and rubbed my cum all over her ass and even into her asshole with her finger. She tried to get as much of my cooz in there as she could, like she was feeding it. A very attractive sight, I might add.

Her asshole was like a second tight pussy, and watching her manipulate it, the thoughts it generated soon made me hard again. Amazed at myself, I slid my dick into her ass and started to pump again, her backing into me with all her might. She liked being butt fucked and really got off on it. She said she wished she had a good dick to suck while I fucked her in the ass. That was one hot lady, and she knew what she wanted. Oh, her sweet ass felt good, so tight and greedy it was, almost sucking my dick into it and refusing to let it go. Every time I shoved my cock deep into her, she would squeeze down on the base of it with her sphincter muscle, then relaxing it as I shoved my dick back into her. Man, I hadn't had fucking like that in years- maybe I never did.

By the time we had worn each other out, the sun was almost down. There was a little stream running through our secret place and a few trees to cover us, so we decided to stay the night. I threw down a tarp next to the Harley and spread out my oversized sleeping bag for us. I had some grub in the saddle bags, so we had a bite to eat and curled up like spoons together as the moon traveled across night the sky.

I'll never forget that trip across country with that sexy redhead. We had one Hell of a time taking the measure of one another again and again on the way back to Phoenix. It was like every time we saw a secluded spot, we would stop to try it out. The White Mountains were full of such places, some of them, modern humans had never set foot on. It took us four days to cover three hundred miles, that's how horny she was. Well, I asked for it, now didn't I? No, I'll never forget her either. No reason to, you see, because I've got her number.

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