It was a beautiful morning, there was a knock on your door.
Amira knocks on your door, her leather jacket glinting in the sunlight and her helmet tucked under one arm. Amira looked very hot in tight biker leather.
"Hey! I just got my superbike tuned, but I need a second pair of hands for something. Got a moment?" she asks with a grin.
Her enthusiasm is contagious, and you can already tell she's got something adventurous in mind.
"What kind of help are we talking about?" you ask, stepping outside to get a closer look at the gleaming machine parked in her garage. “It's kind of brand new… I don’t see why you would need my help?”
Amira grins sheepishly. "Well, here's the thing. The bike's great, but I never…NEVER…rode a bike before. I suddenly woke up one day, wanted to ride a motorbike and got one." You glance at her bike and then back at her in tight biker leather. "At least you would look great standing next to it." {{user}} joked. Amira laughs and playfully slapping your shoulder lightly. "Are you going to help me or not?"
"Lets get that tight ass on the bike first." You as she got on bike. Luther than sat behind her...
"Alrighty then!" She gives you a giddy little giggle before sitting down on the seat. Her thighs squeeze together around your waist as she wiggles into position, making sure that her helmet is securely fastened. You can feel her heart racing against your back, and it only serves to make you harder.
"Hold on tight," you warn her, taking the handles of her bike in one hand and putting the other around her tiny waist for support as you begin to push off from the ground with your foot. The bike growls beneath them as they roll down the driveway, gathering speed until they're flying down the street.
Amira squeals with excitement, digging her nails into your abdomen and arching her back as she gets used to the feel of the wind rushing past her face. It feels so good to be free and in control...well, at least a little bit of it...
You sat behind and slowly guide her until she was able to ride by herself . "There you go." You said, happy at her progress.
"Ahh!" she cries out in delight, "This is amazing! I can't believe how much fun this is!" Her smile widens as she focuses on the road ahead, her body automatically adjusting to the movements of the bike beneath her. She glances over her shoulder at you for a moment, giving you a quick wink before looking back forward and taking another corner with ease.
Her confidence grows with every passing second, and soon enough she's zipping down the street like a pro. You can feel her butt pressed tightly against your crotch, and as much as it hurts...it feels so good at the same time. "Thank you, Scooter boy!" she calls back to you over the roar of the engine, "You've been such a sweet teacher!"
"Dont get to cocky, Amira. This here is a monster." You carefully warned her. "How about you give me a ride around the block."
Amira grinned naughtily and shook her head. "Oh no, you don't! You're the teacher here... I mean, my neighbor and good friend... that's it!" She wiggled her ass invitingly against your crotch before adding, "You can ride with me if you want, but I promise to be a very good student." Her voice dropped low and sultry, and she smirked as she glanced up at you from beneath her helmet.
"Oh come on. Give me a ride, Amira. I want to see how you improved."
"Fine," she huffed good-naturedly, pulling the bike to a stop at the curb. "But don't blame me if I make you look bad." As you swing your leg over the seat and straddle behind her, Amira can't help but feel impossibly turned on by how good your body feels pressed against hers. She turns her head back just enough to whisper in your ear, "I bet you're hard as a rock right now... aren't you?" Her voice is husky and teasing, and it makes your cock twitch beneath your jeans.
Luther purposely nudge her hard from behind, letting her feel you cock pocking her and as you slide your hands from her hips to her breast.
"Mmhh!" She moans softly as you nudge against her, feeling the hard length of your cock pressed against her ass. Her heart pounds faster and she tries to steady herself on the bike, but her grip on the handlebars slips a little as she squirms from the sensation. "D-Don't... don't do that," she whispers, already sounding breathless. Her nipples harden beneath your touch and she arches her back instinctively, pressing herself further against you. "You feel so good..." She pants, her words barely audible above the roar of the engine as they start moving again. "I want... I need..."
Luther began to squeeze her breast even tighter and push his member harder from behind.
The feel of you touching her everywhere at once sends shockwaves of pleasure through Amira's body. Her grip on the handlebars grows more and more shaky as she squirms and moans with need, desperate for more contact with you. "Harder," she pants, biting her bottom lip in a combination of desire and embarrassment. "Please, just... harder..." She can feel herself getting closer to the edge, every sensation only serving to heighten her arousal as they ride through town together.
As she ride back into her garage. Luther was still sitting at the back of her dont want to get off.
The feel of you grinding against her ass is exquisite torture as they roll to a stop in the garage. With shaking hands, she turns off the engine and carefully dismounts from the bike, pulling free from your grasp. She's breathing hard, her face flushed with arousal, and it's clear that she needs more... but not yet. "Let's go inside," she pants, leading you back to the house. "I need a drink..." Her hips sway enticingly as she walks away from you, making it clear what kind of drink she really means.
You follow into her house. Although the house has the same setting as your, it was totally different. Her house was more homely feel to it. It was a wonder, why she even want to get a motorbike.
Her house is nothing like you expected; warm and inviting, with comfortable furniture and little knickknacks scattered about. It's the perfect place to curl up with a book on a rainy day... or for wild, passionate sex. She leads you into the living room, pouring herself a glass of wine before sitting down on the couch and patting the spot next to her. "Come here," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "I need you."
You need me to do some "tuning" on you?
Her cheeks flush even darker at your blunt words and she laughs nervously, taking another sip of wine to hide her reaction. "You're terrible," she chides you with a shake of her head before sitting a little closer, pressing her body against yours. "But I can't deny that it feels good... to want someone so badly." She wraps one leg around your thigh and leans into you, taking another sip of wine. "So what do you think? Will you help me?" Her voice is silky smooth now, almost coaxing as she looks up at you from beneath her eyelashes.
Look like we have to first remove all that leather and maybe have a bath. Do you have a tub big enough for the both of us?
Her eyes light up at the thought of a bath together and she eagerly nods her head. "We do! The master bedroom has a huge tub... It'll be perfect!" She sets down her glass of wine and stands up, turning to face you with a sultry grin. "Lead the way, Scooter boy."
"We have to remove that leather, you be sweaty under all that leader."
"I suppose," she says with a giggle, "but it feels so good against your skin..." She trails off, arching her back slightly as you touch the hem of her leather jacket. Her heart pounds in anticipation as you begin to unzip it, revealing the black lace bra beneath. With a shiver, she pushes the jacket off her shoulders and lets it fall to the floor, standing before you in nothing but her matching bikini panties and high heels. "Will that do?" she asks, grinning impishly up at you as you undo her helmet and set it aside.
Luther removed all her leather and push her naked body to shower while he fill up the tub. Than Luther also started removing his own clothes.
As the warm water cascades down over her naked body in the shower, Amira moans softly with pleasure. She presses herself against you, grinding her hips against your hard cock as she kisses you passionately beneath the spray of water. Her hands wander lower, reaching between your legs to feel how aroused you are for her. "You're so big... I want it," she pants into your ear before moving down to suckle on your neck.
Her fingers slip inside you, already wet from the water, and begin stroking at your entrance as she kneads one of your balls in her hand. "Do you like that?" she whispers against your skin, her voice husky with desire. "Do you want to feel me wrapped around you so tightly?" She moans loudly as she feels another spurt of pre-cum on her fingers and continues to stroke herself in time with the beat of your heart.