A Harley Babe Takes Me For a Ride - Sex Stories

A Harley Babe Takes Me For a Ride

... in, really wavy and nearly reaching her slender waist. She had on a loose fitting white t-shirt that wasn't tucked into the jeans she was wearing, but just before the swinging door closed shut and blocked my view, I caught a glimpse of the most perfectly shaped butt that I'd seen in a long time! The kind you see in a beer commercial, or on a billboard for faded jeans. I remember standing there for a minute or so before my brain kicked in and reminded me to start breathing again... then to close my mouth, which was hanging open. I made a mental note to get to know Mike across the street just as fast as humanly possible, because I was already dying to meet his older sister. I went out and got on my bike, warming it for a minute before waving to Mike and rumbling off down the street and around the corner. I rode for about a half an hour and then found my way back home, suddenly not wanting to explore the sleepy little town anymore, but more interested in keeping an eye out for another glimpse of that red hair and the way the tight jeans hugged those hips! I left my bike in the shade and set about my unpacking duties, glancing out the front windows every time I passed one or heard a sound coming from across the street, but I never saw that beautiful redhead again. Around 1:30 I had nearly finished when I realized that I hadn't eaten since last night. I went out and rode the bike down to McDonald's for a quick lunch. I was finishing my Coke when Mike walked by, obviously not ...

... thrilled with having to work on such a gorgeous day as today, and more than willing to stop and kill some time with small talk. "Hey," he said, as he leaned against the table. "Hey, Mike," I said as we shook hands. "If you have to work, you have to work, but you could've rode the bike here and at least enjoyed the ride home, couldn't you?" "Yeah, right. I wish," he said. "My Mom won't let me take it out anywhere until I get my license, so far I only have temps. Hey, if you ever want your bike cleaned for you, I'm always looking to make a buck ‘cause I'm saving for a cheap car or bike so I don't have to walk everywhere." I was slightly confused, and it must've shown on my face. He laughed as he clapped his hands and said, "Oh, I see, you thought the Fatboy was mine? No way. I wish, but that's my Mom's bike I was washing. That's the only things she spends money on for herself, and she'd skin me alive if I ever took it out on the road!" "Your Mom? Oh... okay, that it explains it then," I said, seeing an opportunity. "So what about your Dad? Sisters and brothers?" "Nope, it's just me and Mom. No boyfriend either... that I know of," he said. "Hey, I have to go; see you around, Jon." And he was off to work before I could ask him anything more. I rode home thinking, ‘That babe I saw before was Mike's Mom? She doesn't look old enough to have a 16-year-old kid. So that would put her in her mid-thirties, just like me.' But those thoughts vanished in a blink of an eye as I rounded our street ...