A Harley Babe Takes Me For a Ride - Sex Stories

A Harley Babe Takes Me For a Ride

This story is one from years back that I’ve been meaning to tell. It’s primarily about this fiery lass named Erin that I met after moving to a new apartment. I was inside unpacking boxes last Friday night when I heard the familiar rumble of a Harley roar up. I briskly walked out front, figuring one of my buddies had driven an hour to check out the new place, but had to glance around when I found the street empty. In the driveway across the street was parked a beautiful Harley-Davidson Fatboy, but I couldn't see anyone around and figured the guy had already gone inside. I returned to my unpacking duties with a grin, for I had gotten lucky enough to rent a place with a fellow Harley rider living nearby. That would help in meeting people since I was new to the area. It would only be a matter of time until he and I crossed paths, and I hoped since we both had bikes we'd be able to become friends, too. Well, as it turned out I was at least half right... The following morning I woke up earlier than normal due to the newness of the place, strange noises and all that. I decided to wheel out my Harley and give it a good wash, since I hadn't had a chance to wash it for a couple of weeks because of the move. After an hour, when I was nearly done, I heard that rumble from across the street again. Turning quickly, I watched the guy ride the Fatboy down the driveway, stopping just before the sidewalk. He shut it off, dropped the stand and returned to the house to drag out his own garden ...

... hose. As I watched, I was surprised by how young he looked to own such a great bike. ‘Man oh man, kids these days,' I thought. I couldn't afford my first bike until I was 25... and here he was with a nice Fatboy, too. Must be nice to have rich parents who can make your dreams come true with their checkbook. I put my bike underneath the shade of a huge oak tree in my front yard and heard him call out from across the street. "Nice bike. That a new one?" "Yeah," I called back, "I've only had this one for a month or so. You've got a nice ride there too." "Thanks," he said with a wave, "the name's Mike," and continued to clean his machine. "I'm Jon... maybe we can go for a ride sometime?" "That'd be cool, but after this I'll be working downtown at the McDonald's. Maybe another time." I went in to take a shower, thinking that at least he's working for spending money and not completely mooching off his folks. I decided to take my bike out for a quick spin around town before working on the rest of the full boxes inside. As I dug out my leather jacket I happened to glance out the front window, and that was the first time I saw her. She must've been outside talking to Mike, but before she turned and strutted back inside I got a good eyeful. Well, as good as you can get from fifty yards away. She looked to be in her late twenties or so, maybe 5'6" or 5'8" - hard to tell from here, though. I couldn't see her eyes of course, but her hair was a bright red with just a tinge of brown blended ...