The Biker Butch

[Tessa2]

I really enjoyed reading that, thanks so much for sharing Your story conjoured up so many hot images for me, aswell as some cool memories of riding pillion. And I would go for a spin with 'Butch' any time.

xx

[LeRoc]

Tee hee thanks for your sweet comments. I guess I coooooould share her with you

I wrote the rest of my account because I thought I couldn't just leave it unfinished. I guess it is dragging on a bit now too!!

[LeRoc]

The narrow country lane from the pub quickly gave way to little more than a grassy track as we passed the last cottage in that village. The incline was getting steeper and steeper and I had to let go of butch to hold onto the back of the bike to stop myself from slipping off, this started to hurt both my arms and the sensation of slipping became worse, my feet kept bouncing off the rests and then I really was just holding on by one hand. “Can we stop for a sec, I’m falling off!” she laughed and slowed down “If you fall off now you would just roll into that moss, its hardly going to hurt” not a theory I wanted to test so I was relieved when she pulled up next to the aforementioned moss and killed the engine. “Sit there” she said pointing to the moss. I hesitated slightly worried, was she going to leave me here? Murder me? Either way I wasn’t in a position to argue so I walked over to the moss-covered rock and sat down. It had held the days heat and was soft and warm like a cushion! I watched her get off the bike and make some adjustments, she pulled a darkened ‘cover’ off the front of her visor and pushed black rubber grips on over my foot rests, then she came over and sat beside me on the moss, it was weird having her body next to me instead of in front of me. She was quiet a moment, then said “So do you like being a biker chick?”
“Of course” I replied “but only if I can stay on the bike!”
“I am hardly going to let you fall off am I! If I did you couldn’t ride with me again and you are riding with me again”. That bulshy attitude again - but it meant there might be a ‘next time’ on the bike so I wasn’t going to complain. She reached over and my heart skipped a beat as I wondered nervously what she was going to do, her hand brushed my thigh and I felt a rush of excitement. This gave way as she picked up my helmet from next to me and removed the same dark cover from my visor too. In my head her power over me was intense. I hated her attitude so why did that tiny touch just send shivers through me?

[LeRoc]

We climbed back on the bike and this time I made sure to get comfy and really well wedged on. As she pulled away I leant my whole body on hers, hip bones and breasts pressed into her back. This worked much better, she was absorbing most of the shock of the uneven surface so we moved as one entity. I was aware of the knotted seam of leather between my legs, placed oh so strategically! With each bump I slid further forward in those pants, warmed up by the heat of my body they really were far too big and were being pulled tight into me at the front and being left behind at the back. A fashion disaster maybe but the sensation was incredible and the pressure on my clit was so intense it was almost unbearable. I didn’t want to ask her to stop again but I was right on the cusp of pleasure and pain. I knew I was getting wet but no lubrication could stop the jolts of three ton of bike on a steep incline. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more the road flattened to a tarmac lane, the gentle buzz as she pulled onto the flatness was amazing. The road felt so smooth and soft beneath us!

[LeRoc]

Turned on and deliciously comfortable I relaxed into her back with a grip far gentler than earlier when we first joined this road. I could anticipate the pull of the bike a bit better and still pressed tightly into her I didn’t even have to think about leaning I just let her body carry mine. The bright headlamps bore a dramatic cone of light into the darkness and I watched memorised as the scenery was briefly illuminated and then plunged back into darkness. It seemed so different to our ride out in the vivid sunshine earlier but no less beautiful, I saw some tiny eyes glowing at one point too, a fox perhaps? After a few miles focusing on the bright beam my head began to hurt and I realised I was pretty worn out, I rest my helmet on butchs shoulder and briefly closed my eyes. Being totally at her control felt wonderful and I trusted her implicitly. I could feel her warm body heat across my front in total contrast to the cold nights air on my back. I opened my eyes again and watched her face secretly in the mirror. She was totally unaware of me, an expression close to bliss on her face. She loved that bike and the pleasure of riding it. Now I knew how she felt.

[LeRoc]

Soon we reached the lights of the city and sped though much quicker now the traffic was clear. It wasn’t long before we reached my place and she stopped the bike in my driveway right back where we started. I felt different towards butch now, more trusting of her and I had seen a softer side to her too. I jumped off and asked her if she wanted to come in for a coffee while I changed out of her leather.
“No love, you keep those for next time I’ll be taking you out next week too”. I bit my tongue to prevent myself saying something sarcastic (“oh you will, will you?!”) and grinned as she gunned the engine and sped noisily off into the dark.

I crept inside and ran myself a hot bath.

<Insert solitary-erotic ending here>

[somefun]

none of it dragged Rocy - it was perfectly paced and timed

and oh so enjoyable...

[LeRoc]

lol thanks for the compliment you are very kind sf

Very very obscurely a girl I met on Friday said she would take me rifle shooting!! Now I am thinking maybe that girl was YOU! Were you in Bristol on Friday and are you stalking me?? If so.... OK!!

[LeRoc]

Wait... farm girl.... message gone ....confused..... EH??? and I'm not even drunk!

[somefun]

[Tessa2]

*sigh* thanks Roc, lovely story.

T xx