The Biker Babe - Sex Stories

The Biker Babe

Leah had always liked motorcycles. Every since her uncle took her for her first ride when she was a little girl, she had liked motorcycles. The feel of the wind in her hair, the vibrations coming from the seat, and the freedom to go where you want whenever you want. Whenever the family would get together, she would pester her uncle until, laughing, he weakened and took her for a ride. It was her uncle that bought her her first minibike. Then, a few years later, she got her first motorcycle, a dirt bike that she rode on all the trails that surrounded her small western Pennsylvania hometown. She quickly learned how to handle the machine and the art of riding - she was a natural and she loved every minute she spent on the bike. As soon as she was old enough to drive she got a job and began saving her money. She wanted a real motorcycle - she had her eye on one at the local Harley shop and she would go in and sit on it, dreaming of the day when she would be wheeling it out of the showroom. Leah got to be something of a fixture at the Harley shop. She soon got to know the salesman's names and the girls behind the counter as well. They would welcome her when she came into the store and she would sit and ask questions about the different motorcycles. She made sure she didn't get underfoot too much - she liked going there and didn't want to be a bother so they would not let her come back. One day she was visiting her favorite motorcycle - a gleaming black and silver FLSTC Heritage ...

... Softail Classic. This particular one was "dressed" with a tall windscreen, a short sissy bar behind the rear seat pad, fringed saddlebags with silver accents and fringed handlebar covers. It looked very retro and that's exactly what Leah liked about it. Leah was sitting on the machine dreaming about riding down the highway to some far-off destination, when one of the salesmen came up to her. "Hi Leah, back taking your baby for a ride eh?" he said with a big smile. "Yeah, just thinking about the day when she will be all mine!" Leah said, blushing a bit at being caught daydreaming. "Well I don't want to spoil your ride, but the store manager would like to see you." he said. "Uh-oh. I'm not in trouble am I? I hope I haven't been a bother here!" Leah said afraid she wouldn't be welcome in the store anymore. "Well, I don't know what it's all about. I was just told to bring you to see him," the salesman said. He led Leah back to the manager's office and Leah walked in quite timidly. "Yes, Sir? Dave said you wanted to see me?" she said quietly. "Yes... Leah isn't it?" he said. "That's right, Leah Marshall," "Well Miss Marshall, I've noticed you around the store a lot and..." he began. "Oh Mr. Williams, Sir, I hope I haven't been any trouble here! I know I hang around a lot, but I have tried not to interfere or pester your salesmen! I just love being here!" Leah blurted out in her own defense. "No, Miss Marshall, that's not what I was about to say. I was about to ask you if you wanted ...