"No, Mom," he said. "I want to help out."
Sawyer got a part-time job with an oil-change franchise to bring in extra money. He's an incredibly hard worker, studying full time during the week, then going to work on weekends.
I want him to see that I love him and desperately want to make love with him.
"You know, you've never taken me for a ride on your bike." I run my fingers suggestively over the curved gas tank.
He swallows hard. And I think I actually see his erection buck in his jeans.
"Not that one," he says. "I'd like to take you out on this one." He has a touring-style Harley. I know he intends to sell it too.
"I'd like to go now." I have something in mind, and I really want to do it now.
"Sure. I'll get you a helmet you can wear."
"You have a helmet in my size?"
"I got one after our first date. I always intended to take you for a ride."
"I wish you didn't have to sell your bikes," I say. "I wish there was some way you could hang on to them."
"I want to sell them. The money I get for them will be there, in case Mom needs more treatment. I know she says she can support herself, but she can't if she gets sick. Or I can use the money for next year's tuition. When I've graduated and I have a job, maybe I'll buy another bike. Or-" Sawyer pauses and picks up the helmet he got for me. It's black and silver and looks sleek and gorgeous. "Or maybe I'll be more interested in getting an apartment with someone special and doing some traveling. We could eat Thai food in Thailand."
We. Someone special. I realize he's thinking of a future together. "I would love to travel with you," I say. "I've been interviewing for a summer job with a big geotechnical engineering firm. I'll be able to put a lot of money away … " Suddenly I think of something. "You could have applied for the job too." It was on the job posting board in the engineering department. My statics prof approached me and suggested I apply.
"You're going to get that job," Sawyer says. "I'm sure of it. With your brain, the company is going to fall over themselves to get you. That's what I told our prof."
"You told our professor to approach me about the job?"
"He came to me at first. I recommended you instead. You'd be perfect for the job, and I had researched the company. They want to hire women into engineering jobs. I bet, when you finish college, they'll offer a permanent job." He frowns. "Of course, maybe I've screwed up my plans to take you on a trip around the world, if they seduce you into a high paying full time job-"
He has to break off because I've thrown my arms around him and I'm kissing him. My mouth on his, my tongue playing with his. Heat races all over my body. My heart and my pussy are revving like an engine. This will be an amazing opportunity. I was too fixated on getting through this term to even think of the future. But Sawyer was thinking about it for me.
"We are going to travel," I vow. Even if I work for a while, then take time off. "But first, let's ride."
Sawyer gently helps me put my helmet on. His long-fingered hands skillfully adjust it for me. He hands me a leather jacket in my size. Black with lavender and silver leather details, it matches the helmet and it's beautiful. "You're wearing jeans, which are okay for riding, but I got you these."
He takes out black leather chaps and gets down on one knee to help me put them on and fasten them.
I can't resist, I let my hand cup his taut, leather-clad ass again when he stands up. I brush my fingers over the smooth black leather, then take my hand away. I'm aroused, but I have to wait …
Just a little longer.
Sawyer opens the garage door and coasts the Harley outside. In the fall sunlight, the chrome gleams. His other bike looks fast, like a crimson dart. The Harley is all sexy, sinuous curves. Seeing Sawyer on the leather seat, his long legs stretched out straight on either side of the bike, I have to bite my knuckles. My panties are getting soaked.
I pull on the leather jacket. I'm so horny my legs are now weak and shaking. I manage to walk up to the side of the bike, manage to swing my leg over. The leather seat is long-built for two. At the back of the seat, there is a bent chrome bar with a leather pad that presses into my low back. Not much protection but it gives me a sense of security.
Sawyer turns the key, gives a kick of his foot and the bike roars to life. The helmet mutes some of the sound, but my ass begins to tingle-so does my pussy-as the vibrations pulse through me. How can he ride one of these without being constantly aroused?
"Put your arms around my waist," he instructs. "You want to hold on."
"I intend to," I shout, over the rumble of the engine. My arms go around him and I grip him as tight as a hungry python.
My breasts are squished against his leather jacket and the broad, firm muscles of his back. This I like.
We start rolling down his driveway. As he tilts the bike to make a left turn onto the street, I squeal. Oh God, it feels like we're going to be horizontal. Like we're going to fall over and slide down the road.
But Sawyer balances the bike and me with expert skill. He accelerates onto the street. The wind rushes at me. My arms are locked around his waist and I hold on so tight I wonder if he can breathe.
I discover the exhaust pipe is hot. I avoid letting my shoe dangle on it.
At first I am scared witless. I've never done anything exhilarating and wild and exciting-except for sex with Sawyer. But as we head along the highway and leave Westingham, I begin to love the speed. I can see the lure of this. The thrill.
Plus, it's incredibly sexy.
Sawyer turns off the highway, and we follow smaller roads until we reach a park in the White Mountains. Sawyer pulls in and stops the bike. There's a picnic table and a rustic sign with an arrow that points to "The Lookout".
"I've been here before," he says. "It's a gorgeous place. Do you want to walk down to the water?"
I lean close and say softly by his ear, "I want to find someone private and fuck your brains out."
I feel his body go tense under me. "Yeah?" he says. "Okay. I know a place." He starts the bike again.
It takes us five minutes to get to a turn off, and Sawyer slows down to drive along a lane. He finds a secluded parking lot. "People rarely come here," he explains.
We park the bike. Around us, the leaves are red, orange, and gold. Light shines through, making the colors glow. The sun is bright and the air is unusually warm for autumn. It's a perfect fall day and the heat of the sun is perfect for sex outdoors.
I slide off the bike, avoiding the exhaust. In the deserted parking lot, I kick off my shoes and pull off my jeans and panties. Accidentally, I flash the road with my bare butt and I do a quick check. Still no one there.
Sawyer is staring at me. Off goes the leather jacket and I unhook my bra under my hoodie so I can pull both off together. I toss those over to the jacket. My breasts bounce with my movement. My nipples go hard at once. It's not cold, so they are instantly erect because I am almost sobbing with desire for Sawyer.
I stick my feet in my running shoes-the parking lot is gravel-and dart back to the bike. As Sawyer gets off, I get back on. Naked.
"I want to do you on the bike," I say.
"A gorgeous naked woman on my bike. I think I'm dreaming."
I wriggle my pussy against the leather seat, still warm from Sawyer's butt. "It's real." I put my hands on the seat, which makes my arms squish my full breasts together. His eyebrows go up.
"If you do not get your butt over here and onto this seat," I say, "I am going over there and I'm going to jump on you and do wild, hot things to you until you surrender."
"Oh yeah? What wild and hot things?"
"Uh … I don't actually know yet. I was making that up. I assumed you would come over here."
"Yes, ma'am." He grins. He comes back to the bike, unfastens his leather pants and pushes them down.
"Oh. Commando." I gulp as desire spikes through me. He is rock hard and ready.
He pulls a condom out of an inner pocket of his leather jacket. "I was hoping," he says, as he tears the wrapper, and rolls the condom over his thick, upright cock.
I have to get off the bike to let him swing his long leg over. I'm about to get back on when he lifts me by my waist and puts me down so I'm straddling his hips just above his cock. The head of his hard prick pokes my bottom.
"I want you to be mine, Claire."
"I am yours. If you want to be mine." I balance on my toes, reach between my legs and direct his cock to my pussy. I'm so wet I take him inside easily. I sink down, until my bottom rests on his thighs and he is buried in my pussy to the hilt. It's so incredible I have to close my eyes.
I hold the handlebars and balance on my toes to thrust up and down on him. With each bounce, I take his cock deep inside. The thick shaft stretches me. God, he's huge. His hands cup my boobs, holding them as they bounce up and down. He pinches my nipples. I love watching his thumbs and forefingers tighten on my nipples, twirling and tweaking them, making them get long and hard.