Eroticy Story - Biker Girls

Lena was riding her John Player Norton. I, as usual, was on the LeMans. The big Guzzi throbbed between my legs as we swept through the turns one after another. The Goose has a stiff suspension; there's something very sexy about the way the firm seat fits between my thighs, how the bike bucks over big bumps. It's almost like riding a man. Needless to say by the time we reached the coast highway I was ready to lure my Lena off into the beach grass and have my way with her.

But when we pulled off at one of our favorite overlooks what should we spy but a gorgeous blue-and-silver Ducati and next to it, dressed all in black leathers, one of our favorite riders. Frank was someone we knew through the European Motorcycle club. We both liked him, but whenever we had talked it had always been in the middle of a crowd. Today he was alone. After chatting a few minutes Lena and I had evidently come to the same conclusion, for she invited him to join our picnic.

There was something about Frank: he seemed to ooze sensuality, and every time our eyes met I got a big jolt of frankly sexual energy. The same seemed to be happening with Lena. When I complained of a sore neck Frank gave me a neck and shoulder rub that was so slow, so deep, so excruciatingly sensual, I wanted to rip his clothes off right there.