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Author's infos Gender: Male Age: 54 Location: N/A |
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| Introduction: Just my lucky day | ||
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You just never know….. I stopped in at a country church today just outside of Cabot Arkansas. I pulled into the parking lot and up under a big Oak tree and parked the bike, It was warm, very warm even in the shade. I went in and listened to the service and afterward came out and was greeted by some of the parishioners and walked over to the bike and sat down. I texted my girl friend and sat there trying to figure which way I was going to go when I departed. The shade felt good and I could see the heat waves rising out across the parking where the open road was waiting. The people all left and I sat there for a moment thinking I was alone. Then, from around a corner came a woman walking. She was wearing a nice tan and had on a blue summer dress, the kind that makes a man wonder if she put anything on under it before she left the house. I looked at her and my eyes locked in on the area just below her navel. It was like, calling to me or even meowing if you know what I mean. I looked up at her breast as they were moving in rhythm with each step. I could see the outline of her nipples, or was that just my eyes wanting to see them. Then my eyes met hers. She smiled as she approached me. She knew where my eyes had been. I put my phone in my shirt pocket and said hello. She looked at the bike and said, “Nice”. I asked her if she rode. She said she always wanted to be her husband was afraid of motorcycles. She put her hand on her belly and rubbed it. I asked if her husband rode anything. She caught my drift and smiled and said not often enough. She looked at the backseat of my Voyager and said it looked comfortable. I took that as an invitation to ask her if she wanted to sit on it, the seat that is. I stood up and stepped off and motioned that it was there for her. She said, “I’m wearing a dress.” I reached down and dropped the passenger foot boards and told her that I noticed. She took my extended hand and I helped her on to the bike. She looked good sitting there. Her dress wasn’t as long sitting down as it was standing up so she tried to accommodate by tucking and squirming a bit. I put my hand on her knee and told her not to worry about it. She relaxed and looked a head for a moment and I knew she was wondering what the wind in her face would feel like. Feels good, doesn’t it? She looked at me a smiled again and said, yes. She relaxed as we talked and I told her about some of my rides. She rubbed her belly again and pushed her pelvic area forward on the seat. It looked like there was action taking place on the inside of her and it was making its way south. Her legs had relaxed and I was standing in a position to where I could see up the outside of her dress to her hip as the dress had inched its way up. I was on the right side of the bike facing her. With one move I placed my right foot over the rider’s seat and sat down facing her. She smiled and I kept talking. I reached down and took her ankles in hand and lifted her feet up and placed my feet on the back foot boards and then placed hers down on top of mine. Now we were facing each other. I leaned back on the gas tank and she leaned back on the backrest and listened as I talked. Every few minutes I would sit up and make a point and put my hands on her knees and open them up a bit and then close them and relax again. When I leaned back I could see right up her thighs to her panties. As I talked her legs moved and they would drift apart. I felt the ole dick begin to move. I reached down and made an adjustment. Then I stopped talking and looked into her eyes and then at her breast. Her hand did the belly rub again. Our eyes were locked and I reached down and unbuttoned my pants. Then I unzipped them. She did not smile or flinch. She rubbed her belly and then slid her hand down to her pussy and rubbed it from outside the dress. I reached forward and gentle parted her knees. I looked directly into the middle of her thighs and saw what men die for. I could see the slit through the panties. There was no hair, it was solid meat. I reached over and ran my finger up and down the slit. She moaned and I looked up at her eyes. I took a portion of the panties between my fingers and pulled. The front came down. I reached up with both hands and removed the panties and smelled them. Pure honey and sweet perfume. I put my hands on her knees and parted her legs. She raised her cunt up and leaned backward and I lowered my face into her slit. It was fresh and sweet and wet. There were cars and trucks and motorcycles going by just around the tree line and here I was eating some guys wife’s pussy in the church parking lot. Her back was against the backrest and she was pushing her cunt up with full force into my happy face and all I could her were moans of pleasure and her juices slapping my face. I finally had to come up for air. I reached over and took her by the head and kissed her hard. Now we both had juice on our faces. I pulled my aching hard dick out of my shorts and then pulled her forward and raised the dress over her head and had her sitting naked in the seat. I grabbed her breast and pulled her toward me and placed my dick inside her pussy. I tell you I could not get enough of her tits! They were perfect and I sucked them hard. I leaned back on the tank and pushed my dick up inside her rocking her back and forth like a rag doll. Her tits were bouncing and she was sweating all over. Sex sweat it great! Then she backed off of me and sat in the back seat and leaned forward and engulfed my dick with her mouth. I lay back watching her head bob up and down. That is a beautiful sight. She sucked and sucked and the cum came. It was my turn to squirm and make noise. It felt great. I never saw an ounce of it. We all know generally happens after the guy explodes. Everything slows down and goes down. She sat back in the seat and ran her finger through her sweaty hair. She had sweat all over her and the seat. I reached over to the handle bars and retrieved her dress. I stepped off the bike and she replaced the dress and stood up on the foot boards and motioned for me to help her off. I hugged her as I did so. I looked at the bike and the seat where she had been sitting and I tell you it had a white stain from her juices on it. I told her that this was one ride on a motorcycle she would never forget. She smiled and agreed. I asked her if I could give her a ride home or wherever. She said she was home and pointed over toward the church parsonage. Pastors wives need lovin’ too. |
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