There’s nothing I love more early on a Sunday morning than the smell of freshly mowed grass. As I sit on my front step, warm cup of coffee in hand, enjoying the warm sun on my face admiring my handiwork a silver SUV pulls up in the drive directly across the road from the house.
Two months ago, there was a flurry of activity in the street as the house went under the hammer at auction selling at a record high to an unknown buyer. Maybe this was the new owner?
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I’ve been following my best friend to my new place I’m moving into, but I got caught at a red light, so by the time I pull onto the drive and stop the bike beside her car, she’s already made her way inside.
I take my helmet off and sit for a few minutes, enjoying the quiet of the neighbourhood. As I’m lifting my leg over the seat, my eyes swing around the neighbouring houses wondering who’s in which house and whether we’ll be friends in time.
It’s at this time I notice a guy sitting on the porch directly opposite. He’s lazing back against the wall, long legs out in front and he seems to have eyes that aren’t leaving me. With a little cheeky smile, I turn, pretty sure his eyes are now on my ass as I walk into the house.
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Well, well, well….what have we here? I may just have someone new to ride with as a bike pulls up in the driveway next to the SUV. The unidentified rider shuts down the engine and begins to undo the chinstrap, leans forward and removes the helmet. A riot of messy curly long brown hair falls down across HER shoulders as it captures the sunlight. She tilts her face to the sky, closes her eyes and just sits for a moment. My heart skips a little, admiring how beautiful she is. Wow…please be the new owner!
Then with all the confidence of someone that’s been riding for years, she stands and swings her right leg over the tail of her bike turning towards me and we share a welcoming moment. She is absolutely gorgeous and with a body to die for. I lift my coffee in acknowledgement and give a slight nod. She smiles a very cheeky smile, turns and walks inside with a swagger that instantly makes my cock stir…all of a sudden this glorious morning just became a whole lot better.
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I settle in to my new place and get to know some of the neighbours. That spunky lad I’d spotted on the first day, I haven’t seen since that first move in day which makes me wonder if he does shift work or just keeps to himself.
One night over a few drinks with a couple of the neighbours I find out one of them also rides. Not knowing any local rides we agree to do a ride next weekend.
Saturday arrives and we head off a little early to meet up at an agreed coffee spot with some other friends of theirs. I pull up where there’s already a number of bikes waiting – a real mix of bikes and bikers… and then I spot him. The neighbour from across the road standing beside a gorgeous Yamaha, leaning on his helmet, watching me with intensity – it’s like he recognised me as soon as I’d pulled up. As I approach the group and start to say hi and introduce myself, I purposely leave this spunky lad standing off to the side til last. Gives me reason to remain standing by him while we wait for the last couple of bikes to arrive.
I turn towards the spunkster “Hey, I’m Ali”, as I try to keep my eyes on his face… but I can’t help it. As I wait for his reply, my eyes drop down and admire the way his leg rests so easily on the bike peg, muscles wrapped in denim. Oh boy I hope my breathing isn’t going to get me in trouble.
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There’s only a couple of things in life for me that really help clear my head. That’s climbing and motorcycles. There is nothing like the sheer power and the acceleration of a motorcycle, not to mention the wind in your face and freedom that a bike brings out in hills and so after a couple of stressful weeks I decide to dust off my machine and take her out for a Saturday spin.
My ride day always starts with the short, ok long way around detour to a popular coffee shop that all the local riders often frequent. I’ve been riding here for years and quite often I’ll chat to old fellas on their lounge chairs on wheels and talk about the ‘old days’. They love a good story and love even more a soapbox to tell it from. But they’re awesome. They are happy and we all share a common love.
I pull up, find a park and grab myself a coffee and head back to my bike for a yarn with those old blokes. Bikes coming and going constantly, the noises, the smells. I love watching each rider pull up and hop off and think to myself the kind of person they would be, personality wise, simply from the bike they ride. Then all of a sudden, I see her! I haven’t seen her since that day on the driveway.
She’s pulled in on a white Honda CBR. An absolute classic sports bike. Strong, reliable and plenty fast for those brave enough to twist the throttle. I immediately go into personality deconstruction as she walks through the group, unaware if she has recognised me. As she approaches my direction I remain casually next to my bike, almost frozen, damn heart beating like a drum. She looks me dead in the eyes and says “Hi, I’m Ali….” and we both respond together, “from across the street.”
I am instantly taken back by her eyes… my god she is even more beautiful up close than I had even imagined. “Coffee?”
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“Sure thing,” I reply while pulling my breathing -and self- together.
“Are you here with anyone?” I ask as we walk through the crowd to order our coffees. “There’s a group of us heading down through the national park to have lunch at The Scarborough… join us?”
I turn back to him to catch him checking out my legs and ass in my bike pants; as I wait for him to meet my eyes again with a raised brow he just gives me a lazy grin as he replies with, “I’ve got no plans today – why not?”
Not gonna lie, I’m feeling a little nervous now to have this hottie join the group and depending on where we are in the line, whether I’ll be staring at his fine body, or he’ll be staring at mine!
I’ve never been one to join the speedsters at the front of the group – yes, despite the bike I ride I do prefer to take my time and enjoy the view as much as the feeling of being on a bike – so I settle in towards the back of the line… knowing this hottie has positioned himself directly behind me. Ah crap… as if my knickers weren’t already a little wet just from seeing him in the crowd.
I lose myself in the road – the bends, the straights and the view as we move between the dense bush land and the open views to the ocean. There’s no denying though knowing he is behind me, has my mind wandering as to what he’d be like on the bike with me, hard up against me, his hands holding me tight from behind… and then that thought just leads to me imagining him in the same position but with no clothes on… Mind on the road Ali!
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Ali. I like that name. It’s bright and cheerful and it suits her looks to a tee.
“OK, let’s go grab a coffee,” I reply as I try to remain somewhat in control. I can feel my heart racing hoping Ali can’t see it thumping through my jacket.
“Oh and by the way, I’m Tim.”
Ali replies by suggesting I join her group. In my head I’m like fuck yes I’ll come along, but verbally I respond,
“I’ve got no plans today, why not!”
A short while later we’re back on the bikes, and towards the back of group. It suits me, for one I’m not much for the boy racing up front anymore, at least not on the roads and second, how could I NOT want to follow this incredibly fine woman and my god does she look good on that bike. She has such an incredible figure and it takes everything in me to keep my eyes on the road and not on her ass. The way she moves it slightly off the seat from side to side following the bends of the road. I begin to wonder if the vibrations through the seat are actually felt in her pussy, if it makes her knickers wet, if she’s wearing knickers at all! FOCUS!
Switch on Timmy! I snap back into reality, if I keep this up I may not even get another chance to look at that ass and those legs again. Ohhhhhh her legs. ENOUGH already. Come on! What are you thinking or is it simply because you haven’t felt like this for a long time… Yeah maybe it’s just that?
We pull up and out of the National Park, past the nude beach access carpark and zip along towards Stanwell Tops. It’s always a nice place to stop and admire the view of the coastline or just to watch the gliders drift effortlessly and silently through the sky. But today we continue on and down the hill towards the coast road. A few more tight turns and a couple of suburbs and we’re pulling into the Scarborough Hotel.
I pull up alongside and back my ride in next to Ali. I lean back and watch her take her helmet off. The gorgeous brown hair falls down across her shoulders and she looks at me with this kind of… ‘hope you saw that’ kind of look. I do the same, although without the long gorgeous hair, I do give her a cheeky smile though. Our eyes meet and yeah. We’re saying all sorts of things together.
“Shall we?” I ask.
“Absolutely,” she responds and off we walk into the pub.
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The group of us have squished our way into two tables down by the cliff – and by squished I mean literally! After ordering lunch and a cold cider, I found the only space was (…of course? …thankfully?) next to Tim – which sees my right thigh pushed hard up against his left. And here’s that breathing-control-problem-thing again.. get it together Ali!
Over lunch it’s clear Tim is an easy going guy, but also has some street smarts to him too. He’s keeping everyone around the table engaged and involved, not to mention in hysterics with tales of rides and anything else that fits the flow of conversation. Every now and then he looks in my direction and -fuck- it’s like a zap straight to my pussy.
While chatting with the guys beside me, i drop my hand to my lap but lay it on Tim’s thigh. In no time, while Tim’s mid conversation with the guys beside him, he drops his hand to pull mine over directly against his cock, squeezing my fingers before returning his hand to the table to grab his beer. Well I’ll be! Certainly not the response I expected but I’ll go with it. Keeping my cool and the conversation going, I push and squeeze my hand and -fuck- is that a package or what!
The group are starting to chat about leaving and they all seem to be going in different directions… but in all honesty I’m not ready to go home. It’s not often I have a whole day free to ride… not to mention that little devil on my shoulder is telling me to know more about this hunk beside me… and what was under my hand!
Hahaha what have I done… Tim takes his eyes off the view of the surf in front of us, and looks at me with the smile of a cheeky little devil.
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The conversation flows around the table faster than the beer as we’re all aware of our ride home, several of us talk shop, talk bikes and tales running into the boys in blue and even a few near misses.
Ali is close to me, I can feel her thigh hard up against mine under the table, not the usual type of close when you sit next to someone, but close, touching with conviction. It’s giving me a constant sense of butterflies in my tummy and I can feel the rush of endorphins through my body.
Then casually, half way through mid sentence Ali moves her arm under the table and places her hand on the inside of my thigh. Immediately my mind rushes with thoughts, did she just do this intentionally or was it just a naturally affectionate thing she does? Is she that comfortable that she has just unconsciously placed her hand there?! Arghhh…this is killing me. My cock is swelling hard inside of my jeans.
So I adjust my position to try and eleviate some of the pressure, but as I do my hand joins hers and I move it right onto my now rock hard cock that has expanded across my upper thigh. Ali instinctively squeezes it and let’s me know she approves. I can no longer hear what anyone else is saying, all I can think of is how badly I want this incredible woman.
The conversation soon slows as does the final mouthful of beer and the group decides to call it a day. Ali looks at me and I already know she’s not ready to head home just yet, so I say….”long way home?”
She smiles and we head toward the bikes. As we walk through the pub, every man admires her figure in her gear and I can’t blame them, Ali is one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen let alone met. I open the door for her exiting the pub and am just in awe of her super fine perfect ass…
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Walking through the pub back to the bikes, I know Tim’s right behind me and I can’t stop grinning. Completely oblivious to everyone around me I’m simply concentrating on one foot in front of the other so I don’t trip and give Tim a reason to see my ass in the air.
As we start to gear up and get back on the bikes, the rest of the crowd head off in their own directions. But I’m no longer interested in anyone else from today.
My eyes are glued on the man currently standing with his back to me as he puts his helmet on and throws his leg over the seat. I actually have to catch myself from moaning out loud as I imagine him straddling me like that. Oh fuck Ali, control yourself… it’s like you’ve had nothing but your toy between your own legs for far too long!
I roll my bike up beside him and speak over the sound of our engines “Let’s head back to my place… but it’s my turn to follow you, so lead the way!” Before flipping my visor and waiting for Tim to take off up the road.
