1
“You’re a lucky girl!” Babs whooped in joy with nobody around to hear her. The seagulls rose and dipped, wheeled and drifted away in lazy circles, on the ocean breeze, as she slowed the Harley to a stop, the sweep of the Pacific Highway before her and the agreed meeting point deserted, for now. “Darryl’s going to be here real soon, just as he promised when I met him again last year.”
She’d lost her husband some five years ago and on uncounted times had travelled along this same highway with him on the machine that she climbed down from, tugging loose the strap of her helmet, lifting it from her head and shaking free her silky blonde tinted greying hair. It was good to feel the sun’s warmth on her face.
They had gone to rallies, just like the one that she and Darryl would soon be attending, she wearing the lived-in biker’s jacket that her man had given her and that kept out the chill, even if she had ridden pillion in those days. They would cruise the highways all across the state, and beyond, before joining the lines of bikers like some army on the move; booted troopers, bearded and pony-tailed hard guys and their women friends, skins adorned with tattoos, chunky necklaces and wristbands, or bracelets for the chicks, and all feeding a craving for like-minded company, catching up over a drink and frolicking hard; partying and getting off with new bikers and chicks, or hangers-on, before travelling to the next meet or back home.
She had been Brad’s woman and he was the rider of the bike, but that world had all come crashing down when Brad had been taken from her, having died following a catastrophic stroke. Life had become a whole lot emptier and scarcely made any easier by the life insurance her man had always made sure to pay for. She’d polished his gleaming gold-painted Touring model and kept it spotless, made sure the paniers were secure and cleaned out just as he had always done. She had often joked that he cared for the machine more than for her.
Well, she’d picked herself up and learnt to control the gutsy machine and tended to it. She’d then gone to rallies, alone, and had never quite found a man to take Brad’s place. But she wanted some company and tender moments again, and that was found in Darryl’s arms when they had met at some trailer park party two years back. The chicks, and seasoned women, there had been so much younger, slimmer, prettier and she was never to be seen as any competition for the likes of them.
But she could dance like the best, sing songs loud and clear, show them all that under her fleshier skin, and big tits that her V-neck T-shirts never hid from view, there still beat a strong and loving heart. A tattoo on the swell of her left breast, and a twisted band inked on one arm, showed that she was one of them.
The younger ones boosted the rider’s egos; she broke some with how she did it, wasted them in her efforts to blot out the hurt of Brad going from her and all that she missed from their rides over the highways and loving times together. And Darryl Gardner, she never forgot his name, had been one of those bikers but she’d not worn him out after he’d come onto her and they had talked and danced, sang songs more loudly as the drink took its toll and he had gotten ‘fresh’. His bike had ‘Roads Eater’ painted in a scroll on the fuel tank. She knew him to be capable of so much more and with her.
He had sure interested her then, and since, his ways finding a place in her heart but not permanently in her life. And yet, they had gone out on the roads together when a meet lasted a few days, and they wanted some time to themselves. They’d had so much fun and tamped so often that the decision was reached that they’d make it part of their days at the biker’s fests, to meet up and love the following year.
“We’ll do it in some comfort, mind,” he’d gone and told her the last time they’d bunked up in conditions neither of them felt at ease with. “I don’t want the world that’s out there to see how lucky I am and get from you.”
“That goes for me too, hon’,” she’d answered, still disbelieving that he wanted to be in her company for any longer than to share the heat, but she discovered soon enough that what they shared was like a drug neither of them wanted to kick. Addictive it was, yes, but not habit-forming.
Darryl could have his pick, and he did. She knew that, along with knowing that she’d be a fool to try and claim him just for herself. But Darryl kept coming back to her and they would get wasted, share the heat or frick-frack, in ways that began to ease away the hurt that still flared up when it was least expected.
They’d seduced each other, unlikely as some looking on might have thought it; they’d tease each other with short phrases that summed up what they’d gone and found; that ‘she’d kept the engine running’ for him, ‘eased back on the throttle’, or ‘chased and worked the boner’ and they had done that for a long time.
“It’s sure been a whole lot of fun.”
She looked both ways, up and down the highway and leant back against the crash barrier, set close to the edge of the clifftop. It fell away from the pull-in, the scrub hiding the view down to the sea. She loved being with him, loved having sex with him and said so, along with expressing the hope that they would do it again.
“Come on darlin’, what’s keeping you?”
She’d come a long way, emotionally and after many miles, to now be stood up.
♥
Darryl throttled back, shrugged a few times and rolled his head to ease the stiffness in his shoulders as the pull-in was seen a hundred or so yards ahead. He tugged down the zipper on his jacket and felt the breeze cool his bared chest, his denim shirt unbuttoned and the collar standing up. He pushed up his aviator-styled goggles and squinted as the sun’s brightness hit him.
Yep, there she was! Babs Cooper sure did it for him, a fleshy contrast to those he took to, but her passionate ways like no one else he slipped the meat with. But then his work, in a marketing office up in Frisco, brought him into the company of women that didn’t go near biker’s rallies of the kind he attended, and to get a glimpse of how others lived and loved. Yet he stood out from that crowd, wasn’t all inked up and bearded though he’d not had a shave for a week.
His Harley was the way for him to unwind, and he eagerly pursued the times away from a more ordered world, the two kept quite separate. Babs had never been told just what he did, but she’d know it was brain over muscle; not that he had anything against those with skills so different from his ways of getting by.
“There you are, again!” he whooped, waving a hand in greeting as he slewed his Sportster to a stop, a cloud of dust rising behind him. He put his boots down to steady the machine and waited for her to rush over, tugging away his helmet as he did so; putting it on the dusty fuel tank, the metallic blue a little duller than when he’d left home. “You look so darned good, Babs!”
“So do you, now get off that machine and hold me!”
He soon drew Babs to him, his hands on her shoulders, then lightly caressing her neck as he bent to kiss her, felt Babs’ lips tremble as his claims upon her deepened. They had learnt of each other long ago and would soon fall into their chosen ways. They’d love and not bind, neither of them wanting that. She understood the reasons why. Their differences in age had nothing to do with it.
“You wonder for showing up,” he smiled, his appraising eyes taking in the woman before him, every fleshy curve, movement and look his way.
She reached his shoulder, was not dwarfed by him, and gripped his shirt front, put her arms under his open jacket, just as he now did, and felt him embrace her tightly. Babs shivered, felt the rush of longing for him as Darryl’s thumbs brushed her nipples, already hard as his hands smoothed over her body.
“You sure get through to me as no one else does,” he kissed again, brushing her lips with his tongue, before easing away.
Babs looked at him, overwhelmed by a rush of contentment.
“I wondered if you would be here to meet me again. I sure don’t take anything for granted anymore after what I’ve been through,” she confessed in her softly modulated voice and gauging his reaction.
“I need the rushes that only you give me, Babs,” he answered, his stubbled face wreathed in smiles and his hungering look drifting over her full, rounded breasts shaped so enticingly by a favourite V-neck blouse, the cotton soft against her skin. He wondered if she’d decorated that T, sewn glittering chrome beads into the fabric that formed a V from her shoulders, down, and following the neckline. Stressed jeans, studiously split and frayed above one knee revealed a fleshy thigh. “You look so good, Babs…you’re tanned and your skin silky smooth. You’ve sure got some style.”
“Stop your flattery!” she laughed, her admonishment falling on deaf ears.
Darryl’s looks and touches had set her pulse racing and she felt the walls to her life, alone, fall away. Thoughts of them getting together, naked in each other’s arms, rushed in. She sure needed that to reconnect with how life had once been with a man she had loved.
“You been here long?” he drawled, choosing to sit on the hard safety rail and looking across at her.
“Too long, but you’re here now.” She said it on grabbing his arm and shuffling nearer to him. Her tone softened. “No more than five minutes.”
“And that’s all it’s goin’ to take for us to get to the motel…then we see what happens. We try to remember how it goes, eh?” he teased, his smoky voice kept low, the drift of his eyes over her again letting her know, as if she needed it, of what was on his mind.
“As if we need reminding!” she laughed out and nudging him.
“True, so how about it?”
“We go for a swim first in that ocean, before anything else!”
“Are you sure?”
“No, and you could always help me to change my mind, eh?” she laughed again, mimicking his questioning and shifting away. She stood up abruptly. “Come on, I’ve waited long enough for the moment to arrive and to be with you again.”
2
Laughing, pushing and shoving like they were a pair of mischievous kids, stopping along the hallway to share in deep open-mouthed kisses, they finally stumbled into their room, the door clicking shut and the safety chain soon rattling in its clasp.
“The check-in girl did wonder,” Babs chuckled and, in some dismay, looked at him as Darryl shrugged off his jacket. He soon hopped on one foot, then the other, to take off his biker’s boots. “Do the same for me…kneel down and help me.”
“I’m way ahead of you and delay is a no-go,” he grinned looking up and taking in all of her. He reckoned the woman before him had trimmed her figure, but still brought much to please the eye. “Take off your T-shirt while I start on you down here.” His fingers had begun to work nimbly on the zip fastening of her studded bots, tugged them from her stockinged feet and cast them onto the floor close to his. Slow touches to her skin made her stand quite still. “You’re so warm here…”
“Everywhere, darlin’, as you’ll find out. I guess that swim is for later?” She got no reply, Darryl kissing her feet and provoking her to lift them as he trailed kisses over her insteps, sucked on her toes, slid his hands up, under the hems of her jeans and caressed her calves. “Let me undress, then you can touch all of me!”
She said it as she bent to kiss his upturned face, shrugging off her jacket. It fell to the floor with a thud and was left there, his touches and kisses, the slow slide of Darryl’s hands under her top seducing her to surrender to his ways, to the slow brush of his fingers over her nipples before they slid behind her back to unhook her thin bra.
“I’ve wanted you to touch me so bad!”
“This will be better….better exercise than a swim, I reckon,” he grinned through their kisses as she tugged on his belt, Darryl not stopping her as she pulled away his shirt and stood bare-chested before her. She gasped on seeing the change in him, his dishevelled hair as before, but Darryl’s toned physique, firm muscled and lean, not as she remembered. It was in stark contrast to her undoubted, heavy voluptuousness; to her broad hips and strong thighs, her skin tanned a golden brown. “I thought I’d take care of myself a whole lot better, not like some of the crowd we’ll soon be hooking up with at the meet.”
Living on the wild side was not for Darryl, she knew that, but she wanted them to get off, to share in the rushes that denial of each other would make all the stronger. She looked down into his eyes, and held his wondering look for an instant before she spoke, her voice low and demanding. “You’ll do for me, honey, you sure will, and…and if you want to drive me wild then get down and eat me out and do it now.”
He had heard her direct ways of speaking before; how her libidinous nature prompted her to give voice to all that she loved him to do for her and Babs for him. There was no doubting her need to be loved again. “You want to get off, do you, ma’am?”
He teased her even as his hands kneaded the hollows of her butt cheeks, pressed to find her hip bones before he pressed his mouth to her and breathed in Babs’ heat.
“You know darn well that I do!” she gasped, her words hitching as he latched onto her pussy’s lips, and parted them before fingers slid over her moist heat; his tongue licking and flickering, her hips moving to maintain a desired rhythm. Her breath hitched in her throat. “Jeez…oh Jeez…how I’ve missed the feelings you find in me!”
She took small steps towards the bed, felt its edge press into the back of her knees and fell back, her body spasming as she felt the first rush of unstoppable pleasure that his fingers, and her receptive mind, had brought to her.
“Go on, lose it for me,” he growled, shoving his briefs away and his penis springing free like an animal released from its cage. He leant over her, now, and his thumb pressed and worked her clit as another slicked her butt hole, probing and caressing.
“I’m not ready for that, so soon!” she screeched as her body convulsed, brought on by a rush of orgasmic release.
“I just wanted you to know that I’ve had our reunion on my mind for a while,’ he confessed, their times together having left an enduring mark and that he wanted to be repeated. Those he might go with at the rally were just like shooting stars, bright for a while before they dimmed. With Babs, it had become a different story. He watched her, as Babs touched herself where he had just been, saw her nod furiously in response to what he had said before she pulled him down, embraced him and simply breathed in his heat. “I’ll do that some more if you want?”
“Go on then, I’m sure not planning to stop you!”
The younger man with his craggy face, beautiful smile and wondering eyes was with her, his sandy brown hair a tangle after all that her hands had done to keep his head to her slit. The young business guy, with his love of Harleys, would feast on her and she’d let him do whatever he wanted if it meant bringing on the raging pleasure that she had missed in the months since their last times in the sack, on it, or the hard floor of a party shack with others all around them doing the same thing, but with one element not to be spoken of.
It was the emotional connection that she felt Darryl brought to his loving of her and that she needed so badly. She wondered about it, just how she got through the times when he was not with her.
He understood the pain that she had been through, and he was there to help her and bring them a good time. They could each take only so much waiting for the moment to arrive once more.
3
“Just looking at you, what you bring to me makes me feel horny,” he kissed, his lips grazing over her breasts and then down to her pussy that was so wet, the musky aroma of Babs’ sex, the brush of coarse hair to his face, such an incitement to his senses.
Darryl soon knelt over her, allowed Babs to reach up and stroke his prick, chills of pleasure rippling through him as she lifted her head from the pillows and swirled her tongue over the tip, sucked on him and twisted. Her mouth enveloped him, a hand cupping his sac and squeezing on it in time with the moist claims of her mouth.
“You all right now, biker woman?”
She popped him out of her mouth and squirmed as his hands swept over her body, one paying the most attention to her pussy. He had her taste love juices that coated his fingers. “Yes…oh yeah! Fuck…how I’ve missed that massive love wand you bring to me.”
“And I’ve never forgotten what you do with your mouth on me,” he groaned in response, shivering and consumed by longing for Babs’ heat, the passion in her fleshy, voluptuous body.
“Now you know why I wanted to see you again,” she whimpered, her hands clawing his back as she bucked her hips, “you’ll satisfy me…by bringing it to me, darlin’. I want it quick and I want it now.”
She needed no coaxing from him, not the push of his hands on her thighs as he opened the way to her. She tensed for only a moment, breathed out a long moan of welcome as he slipped inside her, eased deeper and deeper in a mesmerising sway and dip of his body as they bonded, smiled and kissed as if in disbelief it was happening again.
“Yes…yes…go on!” she called out, her mouth opening and closing, Babs’ fingers clawing at his skin, the strength in her thighs keeping him to her. “You always make me feel wanted for what I’ve gone through!”
“For the woman you are!” he answered on quickening breaths.
Caught in the throes of their pleasure, she tensed up and moaned, then writhed underneath him as if wanting to get away and pull him with her, but she could not escape what he brought.
“Let me lie on you, so move!”
“And break me?” he grinned even as she pushed on him and they rolled over, each groaning as that squelchy contact was broken for only a moment.
Babs touched herself and brushed her fingers over the base of his shaft before leaning forward and sweeping her breasts over his skin, moaning loudly as she lifted her face and looked up at the ceiling. His hands gripped her breasts and pulled them to his mouth. She loved to feel his lips on them and the tug on her nipples. She kissed him hard then tore her mouth away, pushed him back and began to ride his prick, bouncing up and down on him hard and fast, her breasts jerking heavily with every move.
“Jeez! We’ll break the bed and we’ve only just got here!”
“I’ve missed this with you…that’s why!” she squealed in reply, then flopped forward again, felt his hands on her hips as Darryl pushed up off the bed and plugged her in long strokes. “You’ve missed me too, haven’t you, darlin’?”
“Can’t you feel that I have? You sure aren’t a one-off lady for me.”
He felt her lips so close to his mouth, just feeling her breaths on his lips as they rutted, inflaming his senses. He was close to losing control over what was happening, a tenuous bond with her again made ragingly real as rips of pleasure coursed through his body, her movements and sharp intakes of breath letting him know how it was for her.
“Yes…yes…yes!” Babs moaned as she kept on riding him, her breasts swaying in quick metronomic jerks and sweeps, her nipples big and proud, a darker brown against the tan of her skin, a rose inked on her breastbone distinct then losing its sharp outline as she moved. “Darryl…Darryl, honey!”
She spasmed, her pussy’s walls tightened around him, and her body shivered uncontrollably. Goosebumps were to be seen on her skin and Babs’ eyes seemed to lose focus. Somewhere a voice seemed to be telling her that she’d have to slow down, or she would explode.
He rolled them over and couldn’t hold back for much longer as he felt his balls tighten and his prick swell. Her pussy spasmed and squeezed on the slicked heat of his prick, her ways bringing him closer to the moment he would be overwhelmed by his orgasm. All they shared was particular to them, the older woman and the younger guy, but each was in sync; who they were was of no consequence and what they shared was all important.
“Babs!” he called out, oblivious to her hands gripping his neck as he pushed on the bed, arms extended, to thrust and plunge into her, Bab’s legs around his hips as he felt his cum force its way up his pipe, through his cock. Everything seemed to go blank, her calls and whimpers coming out of a fog of pleasure as he exploded. Babs juddered with each jet of his cum slicking into her spasming pussy. “Together…we’re together, wonder woman!”
She laughed. “She’s a whole lot prettier! And she had them red boots…”
“But I’m with you…with you!” he gasped, erupting again inside her as she gave in to another wrenching orgasm, Darryl giving her no reprieve or to bask in the emotions the first had brought upon them.
“You darlin’…darlin’,” was all she whispered, hoarsely, drawing him down and feeling his warm breaths on her breasts, the press of his lips to her skin as they came down from their highs.
4
They woke, came to, unaware of how long they had lain together wrapped in each other’s arms and sharing in their clammy heat.
“That was even better than the last time, hon’, wasn’t it?” she murmured appreciatively, lying in the crook of his arm and looking up at him. They had shared in a prolonged orgasm and succumbed to the languour of their rediscovered pleasure.
“It’s too dark for a swim.”
“That you should think of that,” she kissed, moving to lie on him, her thighs brushing his legs and pushing her breasts to his chest. Babs felt him shiver as one hand went between their bodies and she gripped him. “You’ve gone all hard on me.”
“Now there’s a surprise,” he laughed and felt her pinch his skin as if to admonish him for teasing her.
Lust and affection coursed through his veins as she settled on him and sought a leisurely union, who was leading who of no consequence. She was fucking him with slow steady movements of her broad hips, wrenched on his cock and her hands gripped his chest as she sought to keep her balance.
“Cum inside me again, darlin’. You’re the only one I’ll let in without a rubber because I’ve waited so long that I can’t get enough of it!”
“You’re wanted, I hope you know that?” was all he could say before Babs leant forward to silence him, for only a moment, with her kisses. “I sure wish you’d taken my calls. What we have is special, the chicks at the meets don’t get through to me as you do.”
“Next thing I’ll hear you say is that you love me,” she sighed, settling on his legs and letting Daryl enjoy the sight of her body, their exertions bestowing a rosy glow. She pushed her breasts together and teased him, bent her head to kiss each nipple as Darryl looked on.
“In my ways I do, yeah.”
“Then let that be enough. I’ll see you, darlin’, at the meet and again at the same time, same place next year. Keep your motor running for me, won’t you?” she grinned, and shivered as she slipped off him and sat at the foot of the bed, her knees raised, giving him a view of her pussy and glistening pink folds. She held his admiring gaze upon her.
“For horniness, lady, you’re the best. The meet tomorrow will give me time to…” he paused and grinned at her.
“Time to rest?” she teased, knowing darn well that he’d be at the centre of the loving and sharing crowd in no time at all. She took the hand that he held out to her and pulled Darryl closer than close. “Love me again, then we’ll head out on the highway.”
Darryl knew from all that she had spoken of, over the time that he had known her, that Babs wasn’t born to be wild, yet he obliged her.
♥
