Leaving the party - Sex Stories

Leaving the party

So, away from the party? I find that it’s all about the setting. Or at least 90% of it is. Where can we have our little tryst? Our meeting of lovers? I’m always full of ideas! Spontaneity is the key… I have a motorcycle. It makes sense, since I run a motorcycle magazine, right? I have an ’04 Suzuki Intruder. I got it from a f****y friend who goes to insurance auctions and snagged it on the cheap. It has been in a wreck and laid down. I needed a project. I was working for Apple at the time and practically never left my basement. So I didn’t need much, a car payment just seemed silly when I was only leaving my house to go into town and hit the winery. I had plenty of spare time over the winter to work on it and fix it up. It’s not beautiful, but it’s raw and edgy! I like it. It fits me. Riding is one of the most freeing experiences and every mile melts away stress. The bike and I are one. I can ride with no hands (when it’s a road I know), not in the curves mind you, I’m not crazy, but it makes me feel so free. Like I’m flying. The fresh air fills my nostrils and flows through my fingertips like a cool healing salve for my soul. Ever been on a date on the back of a motorcycle? One of my favorite places to go is down 135 then hit the backside of the park. Only the horse trailers go in that way. It’s pretty desolate unless it’s a prime camping weekend. And even if the gate is closed, I can still make it through on my bike. The roads wind beautifully, the trees whisper in our ...

... ears and there’s some fantastic waterfalls we can stop and check out. Every few hundred yards there’s places to pull off and rest, camp, play, etc. Some of these places even are secluded enough you feel as if you have them all to yourself. I have a blanket I can strap to my bike, and a nice cooler bag. Throw some drinks in there, some ice, and head to one of these secluded spots in the park. Lay out the blanket, pop a couple of cold drinks and just relax. “Do you bring all of your conquests here?” you say. “Conquests? No, I’ve told you. I don’t do this. Ever.” ending with a tone of finality, like my word should be the end of the conversation. “But you’ve thought about it. You’ve thought about bringing women here other than your wife.” “But I’ve only acted upon it with you. Doesn’t that get me points?” I ended my rebuttal with a coy smile. We knew why we were here. This isn’t a romantic getaway for people in a relationship. This isn’t a pleasant afternoon outdoors to pass the day away. We’re here to fuck. She started another rebuttal and I ended it with a surprising kiss. I pressed my lips to hers, firmly, to emphasize the point of shutting her up because I wasn’t going to play this game, then softened my lips, and started moving them against hers. I reached up and smoothed my hand caressingly over her cheek then back into her hair, guiding her head into angles where I could lightly flick my tongue back into her mouth where her own eagerly awaited in our game of back and forth. ...