A Sofa Ride - Sex Stories

A Sofa Ride

Sunday morning was bright and sunny, the birds were singing, and everything was all right with the world.

Breakfast was the usual fayre—toast and cereal. I was trying to decide what I was going to do today; I had no lessons and after a long week; I needed a form of release. I had not seen you for over a week and would not for another. Work was getting in the way of our fledgling relationship.

It had started only a month ago—our first meeting, that is, the emails and text and chats had been flying back and forth for about nine months before our meeting. Getting to that time had been taking forever it seemed—yes, we were enthusiastic and horny for each other (the string of pictures exchanged was just adding fuel to the flames) and the messages were enough to satisfy the masturbatory acts we were having mutually. We were close—virtually—but not physically. Our lusts needed more. I needed more than my hand.

I showered—no, not a cold one! I shaved and dressed. A ride out on the bike was called for. It had been weeks since I last rode anywhere and today was dry and inviting me to join. I donned my riding jeans, comfortable socks, and a decent T-shirt. Walked down the stairs and into the garage. She was looking ready to be ridden.

I opened the garage door from the inside and pushed her out into the sunshine. Walking back inside the garage, I pulled my leather jacket off its hanger and put it on. My helmet was removed from its shelf, along with my gloves. I put my ...

... phone in its holder in my jacket—went back inside the house for my wallet and house keys, then retrieved my riding boots and put them on.

I walked through the garage and into the sunshine, my helmet in my hand. I placed it on the seat, turned and shut the garage door. I locked it and stood, admiring my bike. A Honda Deauville – 700cc twin mid-ranged tourer, built for comfort, not speed. I loved her, she and I had been down and around Switzerland a couple of times, not a short distance (about 900km from home to my first entry into Switzerland) but she did it with ease.

Today would not be anything as lengthy as that, though. Just a few miles today, maybe to the coast, have an ice cream and a wander, then back home. Maybe.

I usually just point it in a direction and see what happens. I checked over the bike, just in case; you never can be too careful. I am not a boy racer (been there done that and have the t-shirt) tyres, brakes, oil, and coolant levels were checked recently but were checked again. All were good, so I turned on the intercom on the helmet, placed it over my head and tightened the strap. Turned the key in the ignition. I closed the helmet up and waited for the helmet to tell me we were connected to the sat nav. A female voice said “Connected” rang in the helmet. Everything seemed ok. The phone vibrated in my pocket to confirm connection, also.

I pressed the start button, and she roared (well, a muted roar, this is no racing machine!) into life. I climbed ...