On the Back of a Motorcycle
Posted by admin on Aug 4th, 2010 in Girls Loving Girls, Read Erotica | 3 commentsSaturday night is guy’s night out. We usually hit a strip bar, have a few drinks, get a little raunchy – you know, guy stuff. This past Saturday we went out for dinner first. We went to Clay’s Bar & Grill. They were new in town and were rapidly becoming known for two things – the best hot wings in town and the hottest women. But not just traditionally hot women. Clay’s waitresses all had at least one visible tattoo and many of them had piercings, as well. Now I know that not everyone is into tattoos and piercings, but I love body art. Seeing visible tats or piercings only makes me curious about what I can’t see.
After we’d finished a massive pile of wings and a couple pints of beer, we started getting ready to pay. Of course, a bunch of guys standing around with cash in their hands is an automatic signal for a waitress to disappear (I said their waitresses were hot, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they were good) so I had to go up to the bar to find someone to pay.
As I rapped my fingers on the bar, hoping to get someone’s attention, I noticed the girl at the end of the bar. She was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans and there was a motorcycle helmet beside her on the next stool. She had gorgeous, long, curly red hair that seemed out of place when she whipped it over her shoulder to reveal the head of a snake that started behind her ear. The body disappeared beneath the neck of her t-shirt.
“Where’s a waitress when you need one?” I joked, hoping to get her attention.
When she turned towards me I was met with a pair of green eyes that reminded me of a jungle cat I saw in a movie once. My jaw dropped as a pleased smile spread across her face.
“Darcy. Oh my God! I haven’t seen you since graduation!”
“Tim! I know – it’s been so long. I just got back into town.”
“Where have you been?”
As if I didn’t know. Whenever I ran into her mom in town I always made a point to ask about her, find out if she was married yet, and feed my hopes that someday she’d be back and maybe I’d have another chance. Her mom was always pleased to tell me what Darcy was doing, but not so pleased that at 27 her daughter was still single – and not even a boyfriend in the picture, can you imagine that? Of course, that planted the outlandish idea that maybe she’d been thinking of me, too. Little did I know how outlandish it really was.
“All over really. I spent some time backpacking around Europe, here and there throughout the States. Even lived on Vancouver Island for a bit.”
“So what are you doing here?”
“Just came back for awhile to help my mom out with the store. Since Dad’s been sick she’s been a little overworked.”
I remembered that about a month ago her mom had told me Darcy’s dad had a small stroke and wasn’t able to work very much. They had a Dairy Queen franchise and he did the books while she managed the place. She must have been having a really rough time having to manage the store and then take care of all the books, too.
“How is your dad?”
“He’s doing much better but the doctor said he’s still not allowed to work more than an hour or so a day for now. He’s not allowed to stress himself out.”
“Well, it’s good to hear that he’s getting better. It sure is nice to see you again. I’ve thought about you a lot.”
“I’ve thought about you, too. It’s so nice to see you again.”
Just then the waitress appeared and the guys all came up to the bar and started paying. Our conversation kind of got lost in the shuffle but as they herded me out the door I yelled, “I’ll see you soon,” and she nodded her head in agreement.
We’d headed off to the strip bar and watched a few strippers do their thing. Now, I’ve been watching strippers pretty much ever since I was 18 and it’s not like they turn me off but I’d become somewhat numb to the vision of naked women who didn’t give a shit about what they were doing as they were grinding away on the dance floor. The only time you got a smile out of one of them was when you were flashing some money at them. But that last girl that came out that night – well, she was different.
They called her “Eve” and she came out in a leather bra, knee high shit-kicker boots and a short leather skirt slit all the way up to the hips on each side. She wore her hair dark and short and the bottom half of a dragon with scales all the colors of the rainbow, clung to her inner thigh. The tail touched the inside of her right ankle and the head disappeared beneath the bottom of her skirt. This sure was my night for tattooed ladies.
Eve put on a show unlike any stripper I’d seen in a long time. Instead of staring into the darkness of the audience with vacant eyes, she kept her eyes closed. She was moving to the music in a subtle way that was somehow much more erotic than the grinding on the pole of the other strippers. And when she opened her eyes, she was always looking at the same place and whoever she was looking at was the recipient of the most genuine smile. The song she danced to seem to be an extra-long version of “Hungry Eyes” but when she finally slid the skirt down to her ankles, she revealed the head of the dragon spouting flames over her perfectly shaved mound.
When the set finally ended she began gathering her clothes and the guys and I went back to beer drinking and guy talk, but not before I saw her jump from the stage fully naked. I whipped my head around to see her climb into some dude’s lap and give him a long kiss. Hands pulled her ass cheeks in close and gave her a little squeeze. It wasn’t until she climbed off that I realized that the guy whose lap she was sitting on wasn’t a guy at all but a girl. In fact, it was Darcy.
I swiveled in my seat before Darcy saw me. I was embarrassed but I wasn’t sure why. All these years I’d been lusting after her while she was gone. All those years in high school when she sent me home with blue balls. It made sense finally. Why didn’t she just tell me though? Did she enjoy playing me for the fool?
While I was ranting inside my head, “Eve” had gone to the back to get dressed and had come back to Darcy. Darcy handed her a helmet and they headed towards the door.
I had to follow them. I didn’t know why but my brain was racing and I wasn’t exactly thinking logically. I made my excuses to the guys and went after them. They were just pulling away on a motorcycle.
I tried to stay far enough behind them that they wouldn’t realize that I was following but I wasn’t sure how good of a job I was doing. I thought I saw whoever was on the back turn around once, but they didn’t speed up or anything so I figured I was just being paranoid.
They left the town limits and I kept following. Soon, they turned down a dirt road that led to the river. I turned off my lights and followed a little closer behind. When they pulled onto the little trail meant for bikes, I kept going and parked further down the road. I sat there for a moment contemplating what to do.
Fuck this, I thought. I got out of the car and headed down to the river through the trees. I don’t know how they managed not to hear me. I was trying to be quiet but I wasn’t accustomed to sneaking through bushes so I had to have been making a fair amount of noise. But as I came close to the dock, I could see them at the motorcycle. Their helmets were off and Darcy’s red hair cascaded down her back as she sat of the back of the motorcycle. Eve was standing beside her and they were making out like crazy.
For a brief moment I felt guilty about spying on their private moment. As my dick grew hard, I figured, to hell with guilt. Darcy had given me a hard-on every night we went out in high school. She’d let me play with her tits and she even let me finger her pussy once, but she’d never touched me and she certainly never gave me head. Never any opportunity for relief. I was constantly jerking off in the darkness of my room after a date with her. Why the hell didn’t she just tell me she wasn’t into cock?
So, instead of turning around like I should have, I crept closer. They were still making out and Eve was pulling Darcy’s shirt over her head. Of course, she was braless. Almost as if they’d planned this.
Eve began groping Darcy’s tits. She squeezed the nipples until they were hard little points and I silently thanked God for moonlight. Then, Eve’s painted red lips were on one of those pink nipples and I had to release my cock. It was so fucking hard it ached.
Darcy’s head leaned back as Eve flicked her tongue over her nipple and she squealed when Eve gave it a quick nip with her teeth.
“You like that baby?” Eve said.
“You know it. I love everything you do with your tongue.”
“You like it when I lick your pretty little puss?”
“Um, yeah.”
“Maybe we should get rid of these jeans then?”
“Here?” Darcy asked, and looked through the trees into the darkness. I quickly darted behind the tree and prayed that she hadn’t seen me.
“Yeah. I want to see your pussy dripping in the moonlight.”
“But what if someone’s watching?”
Eve just laughed. “Then I guess they’ll get quite the show.”
Without even leaving the back of the motorcycle, Darcy wriggled out of her jeans. Now Darcy straddled the motorcycle, completely naked. Her pale skin was luminescent under the glow of the moonlight and her lips were rose petal pink to match the pink lips between her thighs.
Eve took one of Darcy’s ankles in her hands, kissed the inside of her instep and then placed it on the handle bar of the motorcycle. She did the same with the other leg. Splayed out like this on the motorcycle, her arms supporting her upper body, and her breasts pointing towards the stars, Darcy looked better than anything I’d seen in Playboy. From this view I could practically see her pussy juices dripping onto the seat of the motorcycle. Eve just stood back and looked at her as if she was giving me a moment to get a good view of what I could never have.
“Please, baby,” Darcy whimpered, “I need you to fuck me.”
“Hmmm, what shall I fuck you with? My tongue?”
Eve bent her head between Darcy’s thighs from above and spread her pink lips open so that I could see Darcy’s hole open up to her. Eve began to lick at Darcy’s lips and Darcy began to wriggle as I stroked my cock more firmly.
After a minute or two, Eve stopped.
“Or shall I fuck you with my fingers?”
And her hand slid under and between Darcy’s thighs. Her fingers disappeared into the wet pinkness beneath her curly brown bush.
“Eve, more. Please!”
Eve added another finger and another and finally, a forth. Four fingers had Darcy’s cunt stretched open wide and Eve’s thumb rubbed Darcy’s clit. Darcy’s feet were still on the handles of the motorcycle as Eve pumped her fingers into her.
“How’s that baby? Good? Or do you want more?”
“More! More!”
“Wait a second then babe. I brought a friend.”
My heart leapt in my chest because for a minute there, I thought she meant me. But she went into the saddle bag and pulled out the biggest, thickest dildo I’d ever seen in real life. It must have had a suction on the bottom of the wide base because when Darcy sat up, Eve put it on the motorcycle seat in front of her. It stood up a good 10 inches and was thicker than I figured any girl could handle.
Apparently not too thick though because Darcy turned around and, with her ass in the air, began to work the head of that thick monster into her cunt. Eve helped her guide it in. Slowly but surely, Darcy took it inside her, inch by inch, and then she began to ride it nice and slow. I could see it as clear as day as it stretched her open and her moans were more than audible.
“How’s that my girl?” Eve asked as Darcy rode the back of the motorcycle.
“Oh yes. Oh God, yes.”
“Are you going to come for me now?”
Eve slid her hand underneath Darcy to manipulate her clit, I imagined. I was in awe. I didn’t know that lesbians like having their pussies filled. There was a lot I didn’t know about lesbians apparently. Seeing Darcy with that thick dildo inside her confused me even more. Why did she like plastic dick but she wouldn’t let me fuck her with my real dick?
Then they really threw me for a loop. Eve pulled her hand away. She put both her hands on Darcy’s ass cheeks and spread them apart. I could see her tiny little brown eye squinting into the night. Eve’s face disappeared between Darcy’s cheeks and Darcy really went wild. She backed her ass up and down and began riding that rubber cock at a furious pace.
I saw Eve raise her hand and I watched as it landed on Darcy’s ass cheek with a satisfying smack. Then the other hand rose and came down on the other cheek.
“Come for me Darcy!” came Eve’s muffled words from between those pink cheeks.
I’d been stroking my cock all this time and suddenly I came hard. White jism spurted all over the grass and the tree trunk in front of me and I had to put my jacket sleeve in my mouth to prevent myself from giving my location away.
As Eve continued to lick at Darcy’s puckered hole and Darcy’s pink bottom turned to red, I heard Darcy come.
“Fuck…yes…yes baby…yes…YESSS!”
As they pulled themselves together, I stayed where I was. I certainly hadn’t been expecting this and if they’d known I was watching they’d likely have me arrested. Or so I thought.
They jumped on the motorcycle and Eve revved the motor. Darcy turned around and looked through the darkness of the trees – right where I was standing.
She waved, “Bye Tim. Hope you got off this time!”
I could still hear her laughing as the motorcycle roared away.
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