1. A Sofa Ride


    Date: 11/12/2023, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Johnfrog 

    ... aboard, settled myself comfortably, pushed up the side stand, pulled in the clutch, and put it into first. I gently pulled away and out onto the road. I was aiming for the coast that is south and went on my merry way.

The quickest route would be the motorway—boring—so across the country in a meandering fashion was the order of the day. The journey was great, country lanes and B roads abounded as I casually rode to the coast. An hour in and forty miles were weaved along—I was taking my time and enjoying the ride. I may not be fast and furious on my bike, but when the roads were clear, I was opening the throttle and enjoying the twists and turns.

My phone started vibrating, and the sat nav told me you were calling me. I slowed and punched the answer button.

“Hi, love.”

“Hello darling, where are you today?” She said.

“Oh, I’m out on the bike at present, going for a visit to the coast.”

I found a pull-off on the road and stopped.

“Did you want me for something, love?” I said after I had pulled in.

“Yes darling, I want you,” she said.

“I have a free day today and tomorrow. Why don’t you come over here instead of the coast?”

“Oh, that will be great love. I think I am about three hours away. I have no lessons tomorrow, so if you would like, I could stay over?” I said with growing excitement. This day was getting better.

“Yes, darling please, I want you to stay.”

“I need to get back home and pack an overnight bag, but that should not hold me up ...
    ... for long. I will call you when I am about to leave for yours, ok?”

“Yes darling, call me. Please be careful out there.”

“Yes, love, I will be careful, and I will call you as soon as I can. I will turn around and get home and pack a bag. Talk to you soon. Love you.”

I closed the call and then punched Home on the sat nav. Moments later, it had worked out the quickest route home. About forty-five minutes later, after a faster ride back, I pulled up outside my place. I turned the bike off and went inside to pack things for tonight. Not much, I admit—just enough.

Bag packed, I strode out to the bike, placed the bag in the top box, then proceeded to call you.

You answered quickly, and I told you I was about to leave. I asked if there was anything you wished me to bring or buy for you and me for the day, and night, ahead.

“Just yourself darling,” was your reply.

I had programmed the sat nav with your address a while ago—ever hopeful—I brought up the route and pressed ride. forty-five minutes was the estimate. My heart beat a little faster, my cock started to twitch too. I needed to focus, focus on the journey ahead, the quickest route took in the M25 – the UK’s biggest carpark! But it is Sunday hopefully it will be moving.

I prepared to set off again, put on my helmet and gloves, and as a side thought, checked I had my ‘wet weather’ gear stowed in the panniers. Yes, all good. I climbed aboard and started the bike, settled comfortably again, and headed off and ...
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