Heartbeat on a Harley

ManLoveRomance Press LLC

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 5,000
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Sam couldn't help but notice the cute butt bent over the cycle wearing tight, black leather pants. Her car just seemed to slow and pull over. She knew that you should never stop for strangers, but she still felt a giddy excitement as she began to slowly backup. ...

There was only one light above the front of the barn shining down on the big Gearhead Cycles sign above the door casting a dim glow over the parking lot. In the dim light Paul put his arms around Sam and began to kiss her deeply. As his hot, wet tongue made its way into her mouth, his hands gripped her bottom and pulled her to him. She could feel his arousal through their clothes. She pushed her hips toward him and wiggled back and forth. "Could we find a more private spot to continue this?" she asked.

Heartbeat on a Harley
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Heartbeat on a Harley

ManLoveRomance Press LLC

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“I want to hear everything,” Sam whispered to her friend Paula sitting across the booth in The Dew Drop Inn. “Don’t leave a single breath out.”
“I swear, Sam, you’re a fantasy voyeur or something. Every time I go out with Eric, you interrogate me about every time he touches me, how things smelled, and how I felt at every moment we were together.”
“Yes, I do, what’s your point? I don’t have a sex life right now and I need your experiences to keep my faith in falling in love.”
Paula laughed. “Well, last night Eric picked me up at seven thirty. We got in his car and drove about three blocks before he pulled over, reached out for me, and gave me a big, wet kiss. His hands were busy too, fondling my boobs through my blouse and slipping his hand up my skirt and through the leg opening of my G-string to slide into my pussy. I had to slow him down or we would have had sex right there on the side of a busy street.”
“OMG! He is so hot for you. Why do you fight him off?” Sam whined.
“If I give in every single time he gets his hands in my pants, we won’t do anything but screw. While I love having him inside of me, I like to do other things too. Go to a movie or dinner or hang out in a club; all are fun and they each give me a chance start out slowly and get my juices fully in gear.”
“My juices are so dried out that it might take dynamite to get them flowing again,” Sam said.
“Ha, that’s a joke! If a man even touched your boob, you’d probably trip him and beat him to the floor.”
“Okay, okay. What happened then?”
“I pulled away from him and started to straighten my clothes when he put the finger that had been inside of me up to my mouth and told me to have a taste.”
“He did what?” Sam blurted out.
“He told me to have a little taste to see how wonderful I taste down there. I hesitated, but did stick out my tongue and let him touch it with his finger. I really didn’t taste anything but the idea made me so horny I almost came right there. I’m sure I was blushing and couldn’t help but giggle. I asked him what he had planned for our date tonight and he answered, ‘you.’ ‘What does that mean, you big stud?’ I asked him. He said it meant he wanted to enjoy me from head to every little toe and had made a reservation at a bed and breakfast with theme bedrooms.”
“Oh my gosh! What was the theme of your bedroom?” Sam whispered in awe.
Paula spoke with a dreamy expression. “It was called Caribbean Love Affair. A big canopy bed was on one side of the room. The canopy was made of woven grass. Across the room was a sunken hot tub with a ceiling fan above it. The floor was finished to look like sand. Soft island music played in the background; and I swear it even smelled like the sea.”
“Wow. Did he do anything special to you?”
“Ha! Yes, he must have planned his moves in the hot tub. He suggested that I take off my clothes and meet him in the tub. He then disappeared into the bathroom. I was so ready for him I stripped and quickly worked my way down into the tub. I reached over and turned on the jets, and when I looked up he was standing there beside the tub wearing a grass skirt and a coconut bra. As I started to laugh, his erection peeked out through the grass skirt. I was laughing so hard that I didn’t realize he had shed his costume and was right beside me in the tub.”
Sam sighed. “What a crazy, wonderful way to start an evening’s romance.”
“It sounds nuts, but by then I was really hot and ready for whatever he had planned next. He ducked his head under the water and slid it between my legs, lifting me up with my legs over his shoulders and his face right in front of my pussy. He sat me down on the edge of the tub and pushed me down on my back on the floor with my thighs still on his shoulders. He then proceeded to devour my femininity using his fingers and his tongue. He sucked my clit slowly and gently at first, but then increased his efforts until my juices were flowing and I was squirming and whimpering for him to take me right there. I almost came right there when he stood, worked his shaft against my lower lips and oh, so slowly slid into me. He continued to slide until he was deep inside. Still pushing hard, he grabbed my legs and pulled them around so I could squeeze his hips. He then began to fondle my boobs with one hand and tickle my clit with his other. In a few seconds, I raised my hips, squeezed him with my legs and started coming all over him. At that same instant I could feel his body stiffen and his hot juices poured into me.”
“Whew! I’m wet just listening,” Sam said as she wiggled in her seat. “You have an amazing memory, but please tell me that are you telling me things that really didn’t happen?”
Paula shook her head no and brushed the bangs off of her forehead before continuing. “The rest of the night was spent dozing in the big bed and making love whenever we were both awake at the same time. By morning, I was so relaxed and satisfied that I devoured the breakfast.”
“Wait! Did he order your favorite cheese omelet from room service?”
“Yes, and coffee with one sugar and a hint of cream. He is so cute about remembering the little things I like. Well, anyway, we took a shower together and soaped each other’s bodies. A quickie in the shower ended our adventure. After a day of work, here I am talking to you and watching your eyes roll into the back of your head.”
“Thanks for the stimulation, Paula. You tell a great story, but now I have to go home to my empty apartment and try to get a decent night’s sleep before morning begins another day.” She stood up and straightened her clothing.
“Good night, Sam. Give me a call when you can have another girl’s night out.”
“Bye, you lucky devil. After this story I’ll be lucky if I can sleep at all,” she murmured as the door closed behind her.

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