This story contains mature or graphic content.
The following is something that happened to me and I wish it would again. It was an incredible feeling.
It was a warm spring day and I left the office a bit early for the weekend. I removed my panties to pass the commute time on my way home. Not long after, I experienced car issues and was stuck at the side of the road with traffic zipping past me. Sitting there bored, no one home I could ask for help, anger set in when my cell phone died.
A motorcyclist stopped and asked if he could assist me. He was tall around forty and attractive riding a Harley-Davidson. He looked at my car and could not determine the problem but offered to give me a ride to a auto service center up the road twelve miles. I had to give it some thought. Here I am wearing a short denim skirt and no panties, a dead cell, and his motorcycle my only way for rescue. So with that I agreed and was in for a surprise.
He started his loud, shaking machine and, with a little guideance, I sat on the seat behind him, feeling my skirt ride up as I straddled the seat with nothing between me and the black leather. Everything secure, off we went down the road. Not long after, I felt the vibration from his machine against my crotch and clit. It began as a tickling sensation, felt good, and then I started becoming wet. He accelerated a few times and the vibration increased, as well my wetness. I sensed it was covering the seat and could feel a tremendous orgasm building.
I didn’t care if my skirt rode up and exposed me. I didn’t want the feeling to stop. As we approached the off ramp, my driver accelerated hard to pass a slower car and I came in tremendous internal explosion and came on the seat. I experienced several small ones as we left the highway and slowed down.
When we arrived at the service center and he stopped, it was all I could do to dismount from this machine. I uttered a thank you to my ride companion tried compose myself. He smiled and rode off.
