by Thrill

It was hot. Summer in south Texas was always hot. So hot! The sun had set hours ago, but the searing heat hadn’t diminished. Only the sharp burn of the sun was gone, leaving the hot sticky air of the Texas night

I sat astride Tony’s motorcycle. He’d gone inside to get a cold beer at the ice-house. I unbuttoned another button on my thin white blouse. My bare legs and buttocks stuck to the hot leather of his Harley. I willed him to hurry back. I was anxious to reach the cool air conditioning of my apartment. I closed my eyes and threw my chin back letting the slow breeze cool my neck.

I didn’t stir when I felt a finger on the space between my breasts. It was cold, wet from the can of beer he’d brought with him. The finger went lower, pushing my blouse open. Fingers slipped under the damp cotton cloth to grasp the nipple of my left breast, then the strong fingers encircled the mound kneading and teasing.

I opened my eyes. He was smiling at me. “You’re so hot,” he said. “It must still be over ninety.”

“Yeah,” I said and my eyes traveled from his beautiful wide-set brown eyes down over the pout of his full lips through the black hair on his chest to the point of wiry black down rising from his tight jeans. He’d unbuttoned his shirt hours ago. I let my finger trace the trail my eyes had taken and at the end of the trail I unbuttoned his pants. I slipped my fingers beneath the damp denim tangling my fingertips in the mat of hair there. I reached further to stroke the silky warmth of his rising penis.

“Wait a minute, “ he said. Not fastening his pants, he turned and lifted his leg up and over straddling the Harley. It roared to life. The vibrations made me catch my breath and bite my lip. We swerved into the street and toward the parking lot of my apartment complex.

I leaned on his broad back pushing myself against him despite the extra heat created by the contact. My arms reached around to press against his bare chest. I pushed his braided ponytail to the side with my face and licked the back of his neck. I thrust my hand into his jeans again. I could feel the reason he was in a hurry. I circled his shaft with my fingers. I slid them down and up. Up and down. His breathing quickened.

The motorcycle stopped. We were in a deep shadow near my front door. He set the stand and leapt off the bike in a single movement. I didn’t move. He turned to me and lowered his mouth to mine. The insistent crush of his lips forced my willing mouth open. The fluids of our mouths mingled into the sweet taste of passion as our tongues dipped and darted and circled and tasted.

Tony’s hands were on my hips, pushing the short denim skirt up to my waist baring my bottom. He grabbed the hot bare skin of my behind and ground me down onto the seat of the motorcycle. My moist inner self rubbed against the leather moistening it further and sending electric pulses through my body. He pushed and pulled as his kiss deepened and my hands sought the zipper on his jeans fumbling to free what I knew waited for me there.

Suddenly he gripped my waist from both sides and lifted me up and over the big black machine. As my feet touched the ground, he turned me around my back touching his sweating chest. With one hand on my abdomen, he yanked me close to him. The other reached up to my neck under my hair and pushed my upper body forward holding my chest down close to the black leather seat that smelled of me. His other hand reached down and lifted my skirt exploring beneath then plunging between my legs to the hot wet pool of passion tingling for his touch.

He let go of my neck. I rested my forehead on damp black leather. I heard a zipper and felt the weight of his engorged manhood slap against the deep crease of my buttocks. He ground it against me. I pictured his perfect hips rotating against me, his penis harder and harder as he moved. He backed away. I cried out.

“Hush!” His whisper was husky and barely there.

He guided his organ past my secret lips and deep into me. Filling me with a pulsing pounding heat. I squirmed against him. My hands were tight fists clutching at the leather of the motorcycle seat. He pushed against me. I spread my legs farther apart and pushed back against him. His hand went round me and his fingers stroked my most sensitive spot. He leaned over me and reached to yank my blouse open seizing my breast and squeezing the nipple hard. I swayed with his rhythm. Tony slammed into me again and again. A fire exploded inside me, melting my body from within. I heard a hoarse cry from his throat and he slowed and was still. He turned his mouth to my ear and whispered.

“Come on, what are you waiting for, it’s hot out here, lets get into that air conditioning, sweetie.”

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