Its been a busy week, and I

decided to go unwind at a local pub. Sometimes, there are sports games on the monitors, and other times, it’s the local programming. Tonight, it was local programming.

I was sitting at the bar, sipping a glass from my favorite tap (Dog Fish Head), when this young man comes strolling into the bar. He is wearing a Harley bikers jacket with many patches, and places his helmet up on the counter. It’s bizarre to me, because it isn’t typically young men who own the Harleys. But what do I know?

 

He catches me looking

at him, and nods. He peers at my drink, recognizes it, and nods again. I’m having what she’s having. The barman produces the drink, and biker guy takes a long swig from it. He turns to me, curious about what I was up to, and if I wanted to “see it”.

I’m looking at him for all the wrong reasons. Young, good-looking bad boy with a bike. Of course, I want to “see it”. Who wouldn’t? I agree, and we leave together.

 

Outside, he points out his ride. It’s his old mans classic beauty. He gets to ride it now and then. I look over at him, biker patches, jeans that shaped around his form quiet lovely, and hardy work books. I reply to him, that I’d like to “ride it”, too. I winked.

He looked at me, a tall blonde haired blue eyed mid-twenties woman with a few buttons undone displaying my lovely assets, and a pair of jeans that hugged all of the right parts.

 

I walked up to his bike, and carefully traced the shape with the ends of my fingers. He tells me that the ride is exhilarating, and he loves how it feels up top. I stop and look up at him: “I’m having what you’re having”.

 

In the next second,

I find myself being led by the hand to the area between the pub and the building next to it. There’s a pathway, and it goes to the back of the building. It’s dark out, and private. He pushes me against the wall, and we start making out. He quickly unbuttons my shirt, pulls down my bra, exposing my breasts, and starts sucking on them.

I take my hand, and feel for his pants, he is budging. He takes my hand, and pins it back against the wall. Panting, he unbuttons, and pulls down my jeans to my ankles. Taking his hand, he grasps my pussy, and kisses me some more. I am incredibly wet. He quickly shimmys his pants down to his ankles, and pulls out this massive cock. He whispers into my ear, “Lets ride”. He lifts me up, and slowly slides my down right over his penis. I’ve never had a guy lift-fuck me before. Pressing me against the wall, above ground, he fucks me as hard as he can. OMG! I cant describe the sensation than anything more than exhilarating. He was right

 

Want to hear more? Call me. I’ll tell you what happened next.

 

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