energy she felt coursing through her veins. When she got to him, they didn’ t even speak, he simply nodded towards the rear seat. Sandra, almost in thrall, swung her leg over the seat and settled in, wrapping her arms around his midsection as he straightened up and pulled away.
The air whipping through her long auburn hair and the sound of the air rushing by was intoxicating, as was the feeling of holding on to someone so strong and powerful. Without helmets on, she knew she was taking a risk – not to mention getting on a motorcycle with a complete stranger – but paradoxically she felt completely safe with him.
The closeness she felt as she pressed herself into his back, the chemistry flowing between them, and the vibrations of the V-6 beneath her legs caused a familiar warmth to radiate outward from between her legs.
The pair of them rode twisting and turning roads through the California countryside, finally coming to a stop at an overlook tucked away into a wooded area.
Sandra was breathing heavily; her breasts heaving from excitement. She had no idea what she was doing. She knew exactly what she was doing. The sound of the engine stopped, and the silence grew to a deafening roar.
She felt his hand on her thigh, and she involuntarily held her breath as she watched it creep up her leg and around underneath her backside, caressing her tenderly. She let out a whisper of a moan.
Abruptly, he stood up and got off the bike, walking around to the rear of it, using her arms to spin her around so she was facing backwards on the seat. He leaned forward, and attacked her with a passion she had never knew existed. Their lips and tongues locked in combat as their hands clawed and tugged at each other. They pulled and tore at each other’ s clothes. Everything else fell away, only the sensations exploding from her nerve-endings as