Vicki. Vicki on the sidewalk. Vicki on the sidewalk with
her purple satin hot-pants and black leather-based jacket.
Platform heels — two-fucking-inch thick platforms with
five-fucking-inch heels. Her calves flexed like metal
tendons with every step; her tight thighs shone like
molten gold. These legs went on eternally. Pulled each
guy-eye in every place she handed, from the pasty-faced
store-keeps to the pimple-faced shop-boys, monitoring her
down the road previous their pleated glass storefronts.
Convertible motor-boys cruised on down, recent from the
garages or a day on the lake. Slowed down for an eyeful.
Eyes performed up. Lips glistening just like the shine on a
Chevy’s tailfin. Cheekbones excessive as some Injun
warrior’s. Hair piled excessive in a silver pin, shining and
black towards the pale pores and skin of her neck. The extensive
shoulders of her high-gloss leathers couldn’t disguise the
slip and slide of her shoulder blades, the sway and
bounce of her chest.
She walked like she owned the road — like she owned
the fucking road. Nook-girls and gum-chewing tramps
scuttled out of the way in which, side-stepping or feigning blah-
zay towards the lampposts however conscious, conscious. Vicki’s
fast look at her outstretched nails provoked spasms
of jealousy, fists balled in pockets, frantic plans to
go to to the Revlon counter at Wal-Mart.
Vicki on the nook. Pursed lips.
Purple lights modified. The convertibles didn’t transfer. Half-
hearted honks from some displaced suburban yipsters out
of place, out of time. Throughout the sidewalk, down the
hill, out of an alley, down the one-way cross-street the
unsuitable manner, with a purr like a wildcat in warmth. Flaming
chrome and black jet, a throb in its coronary heart for every
pent-up horsepower on this one-horse city. The town
middle held its breath as he gunned it, one gloved
finger twirling — slowly, rigorously — the knurled
knobs on the right-hand handlebar, slid to a cease.
Inches from her toes.
A fast nod, emotionless and unfeeling behind these jet
shades. Her fingertips on his hip, she slid on behind.
Her legs unfold, her heels got here to relaxation on the
footrests, her knees clamped on behind him and her hair
pulled free, flowing out of the blue behind as he jumped the
curb, looped as soon as within the still-empty crosswalk, shifted,
and throttled up Principal towards the distant mountains.
The town set free its breath.
***
Her fingertips, cool on the slick leather-based. Her personal
jacket fell open between them, her bare nipples teased
maddeningly by the tough rivets, the stitching of his
colours, the chrome chains draped throughout his again. Her
nipples ached. Her breasts, surprisingly small and
mushy… nearly slightly lady’s tits… apart from these
lengthy, skinny, protruding nipples. She pressed herself to
him, sinuously rubbing, insistent and demanding.
From the onerous bony knobs of her collarbones, down throughout
the tennis-ball swell of her boobs, to the tight pores and skin
over her ribs the place it pressed into the small of his
again. At her waist, her navel tickled with the droop of
a chilly silver-chrome chain. A trickle of moisture seeped
the mushy satin of her pants.
Throbbing out of city, a simple tempo; driving the yellow
line. Her legs began to really feel chill within the air, she
flexed them, rubbing slowly towards the again of his
chaps. Leather-based on pores and skin is sooooo… candy. Scorching, easy.
Leather-based on pores and skin that screams out its vulnerability,
screams “take me, harm me.”
Her fingertips snaked slowly into the entrance of his
jacket, on the degree of his chest. He wore a tank-top,
beneath. Thick, heat fur matted on his chest. Her
fingertips twined in his chest hair, tugging on the
straps of his tank high, pulling, insistently, tugging
the neckline off form, twining into the hair up
round his throat. Pulling the jacket open, the zipper
sliding down, down, down, whereas her fingers sought his
underarms, a scorching trickle of sweat she might odor —
darkish, candy — even via the pads of her fingers.
Nails. Nails digging tighter and tighter into the warmth
of his flesh. Twisting the material of his shirt, ripping
it. Just a bit rip at first, then a bigger, extra
insistent tear… then a wholehearted scream, her mouth
opened, bared tooth in his again as she ripped the material
from high to backside and raked her fingers prolonged to the
matted fur of his stomach. Tickling? No manner… this man
was metal… leather-based… she might really feel the ripple of his
muscular tissues, however she knew someway, inside, these muscular tissues
would by no means really feel her. Not even her nails, twined, tight,
coiled, digging in to the taut onerous flesh, pulling at
his hair, digging into the tight scorching pores and skin over his ribs.
Searching for the tiny buds of his nipples now, separately.
Slippery and elusive within the slipstream. Nothing extra
than chilly nubs, stretched and taut within the leather-based pores and skin
over his pects. Fingers strumming them, onerous nubs simply
begging for her palms, warming and mushy. For a second
her palm in her personal mouth, moist with heat spittle. Again
to the apple-pit of his nipple, moist for lower than a
second till the chilly breeze of their passage dried on
his pores and skin, leaving her arms chill towards the molten
warmth of his chest.
Fingertips within the leather-based waistband of his chaps. His
stomach flexed for only a second and her left hand
snaked its manner down. Into these heat, darkish recesses of
warmth and vibration. The boring throbbing ache of his meat,
coiled and animal-soft towards the again of her knuckles.
Twining her fingertips into the lengthy kinky hairs,
searching for the foundation. Two fingers cut up, the primary and
center fingers slid across the root of his shaft,
searching for the mushy crinkly flesh of his balls, heat onerous
knots like textured golf-balls underneath her fingertips.
Amazed at them, onerous, spherical and strong underneath her
fingerpads. His shaft slowly uncoiled, alive towards the
again of her hand, urgent its heat moist kiss into the
pores and skin of her wrist.
Her proper hand, stroking him via the leather-based,
coaxing him to life. “Come out and play… come out and
play…” a fingertip stroked the coiled bulge within the
leather-based alongside the shaft from tip to root, stroking. Then
two fingertips, then her palm, feeling his heat
via the leather-based, searching for the buttons and twisting,
twisting them separately from high slowly to backside,
liberating the hungry animal eventually from his throbbing
jail.
Her nipples rubbed, tough and insistent, her mouth open,
drooling slick patterns within the shiny textures of his
leather-based jacket, her sopping panties a multitude of slick
juices puddling the leather-based seat, and his cock eventually
free.
Stroking the thick veined shaft, heat, blood-hot in her
arms. The fingertips of her left hand might shut
across the shaft on the root, however along with her proper hand
she might solely cup the bulbous head in her palm. The
cock-head’s drool of slick juice coated her hand,
letting her palm slide aspect to aspect, forwards and backwards,
circling it moist and sliding over the perimeters, again and
forth. The mushy internet of pores and skin between her thumb and first
finger slid insistently over the throbbing knob of the
head. Her splayed fingers rubbed it insistently,
stroking forwards and backwards heat and teasing and tough. The
pores and skin throbbed underneath her fingers, appeared to pulse in time
to her stroking.
A steady drizzle of his juices seeped from the pinnacle,
spit-thick. Her mouth open on his again, she imagined the
really feel of his cock in her mouth, her lips stretched extensive
to suckle him. Insistently she stroked him, scorching within the
chilly air. With one gloved hand on hers he quieted her
arms, positioned them subtly in order that the left hand
tightened over the foundation whereas the proper circled the
shaft simply beneath his bulbous head.
She began to stroke him slowly, noticing that along with her
arms in that place his prick was nonetheless so large
that there was a very good eight inches of throbbing flesh
between her arms. She slowly stroked them collectively
as soon as… a second time… a 3rd, growing an
insistent rhythm, stroking the onerous, knobbed pulsing
shaft in her arms… collectively, aside, collectively, aside.
Skip a beat… collectively, aside. As soon as once more together with his
gloved arms he bade her cease the stroking, to easily
maintain on tight, proper the place she was. With a sigh she
tightened her fingers, denting the flesh.
The clutch screamed; he down-shifted right into a flip then
throttled up. The cornering pressure slipped her again alongside
the seat, her arms tightening additional on his shaft they
slid downward towards the foundation. A contact on the brake,
dropping from seventy right down to fifty, momentum urgent
her physique ahead, her chest bouncing into his again, her
arms sliding up alongside the pole, the pinnacle throbbing
insistently in her grasp till he once more touched the
throttle and the bike sped up. She was pulled again away
from him and once more her fingers stroked downward alongside
his prick to the foundation… then once more with the brake,
forcing her arms up alongside his size.
She kicked the platform heels apart, they clattered
forgotten to the roadbed as she lifted her legs up,
surrounding him, straddling his again, her ankles crossed
in entrance of his waist as she pulled herself tighter and
tighter towards him, urgent her sopping cunt into the
small of his again as he insistently jacked himself with
her arms. A decent proper hairpin flip, her fingers slid
on his cock, pointed nails raking towards the velvet-
coated, steel-hard flesh.
One other deceleration, stroking up throughout the throbbing
veins. Rubbing the juicy head once more along with her palm,
making her arms slide slicker and warmer than earlier than.
Feeling the throbbing warmth of the engine within the small of
her again, the roar of the exhaust simply inches from her
ears Her nipples have been onerous, throbbing pinpoints within the
chilly air, her cunt ached with vacancy, longing and uncooked
vibration, her hair streamed behind them, her mouth a
screaming purple welt as her arms stroked his throbbing
fuck pole and the roaring warmth and vibration and flames
of the iron beast beneath them soared excessive of a
hill, cresting.
Into the air, silent and easy for twenty wonderful
flying ft till they slipped gently to the bottom and
with a guttural groan he climaxed. Slippery gobs of cum
shot ahead over the gasoline cowling, solely to be caught in
the slipstream and sloshed again onto her arms, making
her grasp even slicker than earlier than. Her spunk-slick
arms slipped and slid and she or he misplaced her maintain and slid,
her arms slick and slimy together with his seed, unable to carry
on to his glistening device and she or he fell sliding again.
Solely her clasped ankles and taut thighs holding her to
his physique as he negotiated a decent left flip and she or he
clasped her arms over her breasts, rubbing the slick
cum into the uncooked, wind-whipped flesh, breathless with
anticipation because the chopper skidded to a cease amid a
hail of gravel.