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HOG WILD RIDE PP-016, PURPLE PROSAIC, OCTOBER 2009 Spontaneous, uninhibited, extramarital sex... with a complete stranger... in broad daylight... on a Harley. Nothing deep or complicated. No sweeping story arc. Just sex. [EROTICA, CONTEMPORARY] |
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Motorcycles had always seemed so noisy and dirty, as had their riders, but
Sandy had to admit that his bike was immaculate. The leather seat looked
very soft, and the engine didn't sound any louder than a car's. When he
reached for her purse, however, she froze—until she realized he simply
meant to stow it in the bike's storage compartment. Grinning sheepishly, she handed him her purse and he reciprocated by handing her the spare helmet. Sandy fumbled with the chin strap, and he reached to help her fasten it; his fingers brushing her neck. Did he do that intentionally? No, she convinced herself, it was just random contact—very pleasant random contact. She had to hike up her skirt a good bit in order to mount the bike. He, being quite the gentleman, pretended not to notice. "Your first time?" he asked. "I beg your pardon?" "Your first time on a bike?" "Oh," Sandy blushed. "Yes, it is." "Well, don't be afraid. Just hold onto my waist," he advised. "You'll be fine." He started the bike, and Sandy immediately felt the vibration in the seat. As soon as she put her hands on his waist, he took off. Not expecting to go so fast, Sandy reacted by wrapping her arms all the way around his torso. He had a firm stomach and narrow waist. The bike purred between her legs. |
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