A Harley Babe Takes Me For a Ride - Sex Stories

A Harley Babe Takes Me For a Ride

... corner and saw her again. She was just rolling out of her driveway and I sped up to catch her. I rolled up along side of her at a stoplight, and said, "You're Mike's Mom, right? Mind if I tag along?" She looked over at me and did that move where she pushes her shades down to look over the top of them at me. It was at that very moment I felt something inside my heart catch, for I was met with the most amazing pair of emerald eyes that I could ever recall seeing. In an instant it was if my heart stopped beating while I waited for her answer. "Suit yourself," she replied, with a little smile on her playful red lips, and then she took off as the light turned green. With my heart beating again, I caught up and fell in next to her. She led me out of town and around the countryside that surrounds this little country town. Each road was new to me, but I could tell she knew them all like the back of her hand, and each time we stopped for a light we'd exchange a word or three, extracting bits of information on each other. She saw the look in my eyes when she held out her hand and said, "I'm Erin - and you're Jon, right? Mike told me he’d met you." A couple hours later we found ourselves in her driveway, each drinking an icy cold, well-earned bottle of beer. I watched as she tilted the bottle towards the blue sky and drank from it. Her deep green eyes, those soft red lips, the cute button nose... she appeared to be a perfect angel in human form to me, standing not as tall as my 5'10" ...

... frame and weighing not more than 110, I guessed. Her long wavy hair flowed past those lobes I already longed to nibble, over her shoulders and down her back to her slim waist. Her hips flared out on graceful curves, making her incredible ass look even better than my first appraisal. From there came her legs, which seemed to be almost two-thirds of her total height, making them seem very long for her body. Not to be forgotten was her firm chest that she unsuccessfully tried to hide from the world with a loose fitting shirt. I estimated her at a perfect pair of 36-C's. As I finished my beer, it was this shirt that I was openly admiring as she stretched her arms above her head and clearly outlined what her cotton-clad breasts must look like beneath. She yawned, and said, "Now I need a good..." "...nap," I said, to finish her statement. She smiled and shook her head positively, and in truth it sounded like a good idea to me too. When I told her so and began to say good-bye, she took my hand, pulled me to her back door, and in silence we walked inside. I followed along like a lost child in a department store being led by a security guard... she was in control and I somehow knew to keep my mouth shut, for now... She suggested we curl up on her large bed, sleep for an hour or so and then go out for another ride. It all sounded too good to be true but I willingly went along with it. That's the memory I had in my mind as I listened to Erin's soft breathing and felt myself drifting off ...