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"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.